One of the psychological obstacles to this life:  complexity.  We are a culture of quick-fixes, cures-in-a-pill, meals-in-a-box.  When we first started this life, about twenty years ago, one of the roadblocks was that we looked for methods and resources that fit our cultural predisposition for single solutions.  But over time we have become comfortable with the many details involved in careful stewardship of the animals and plants in our ecosystem.  As for example, the supplies that went down to the barnyard this morning:  two gallons of water with cut garlic cloves in it, for the week-old meat chicks, the garlic a prophylactic for coccidiosis; also, a cup or so of curds left over from the last cheese we made, and about three ounces of ground beef liver, to boost their protein intake, guard them against leg problems, and offer some probiotics.  This in addition to their twenty-two percent protein, non-GM starter mash.  Sound complicated?  We can only say that over time, and with attention, this sort of care becomes automatic.  The farm itself teaches us, as it produces in one place the nutrients needed somewhere else, a surplus here to supply a deficit there.

Not complicated, just complex.