The early cold spell caught us by surprise. Nine degrees fahrenheit on 18 November is on the chilly side; a week of low temperatures is unusual. God… Read more
Finally, the last of the heifers is bred. She was standing last night, and again this morning she stood to be mounted (and mounted, and mounted); we… Read more
In a house with no screens except those on our laptops, Bobby Mcferrin singing the itsy bitsy spider on utube brings everything to a screeching halt while… Read more “butter and bobby mcferrin”
In a spirit of great daring — or foolhardiness — we gave an interview to a local newspaper. May God have mercy on our souls. The conviction… Read more
The garlic is in the ground, thank God.
Once again we made our pre-winter laying hen cull, to eliminate free-loaders from the gravy train. Two dozen hens — part of a flock we inherited from… Read more “do gmo’s stop chickens laying?”
Porca’s seven piglets justified the pig farmer’s maxim for porcine gestation: ‘three months, three weeks, three days and three o’clock in the morning’ — it was just… Read more “pig gestation”