We are rich with natural resources here at the farm. It’s almost as if food falls from the sky. In the orchards it actually does fall from the sky for a few months in Autumn, sweet fruit that delights us as well as the goats and the chickens and the ducks....
Enter Frank Sinatra’s ridiculous croon, sung softly by a urine soaked goat with a beard that hangs down below his balls, martini in his left hoof, cigarette and microphone in his right, swaying to the rhythms of bygone times. Strangers in the night exchanging...
Close your eyes and let your imagination run wild with me for just a few moments. Picture if you will, what would happen if Fabio and Gandalf The Grey were to get it on while listening the amorous intonations of ZZ Top at full blast. Well, it happened. And we have...
A faint trail led through the wetland grass, winding from the darker woods and out into the open edge of the meadow. I knew the bear frequented these lower woods, and the trail was big enough that it couldn’t have been anything else. My mom and I were...
Here in the Pacific Northwest, we are blessed with an amazing tree that has proven to be one of the cornerstones of our homesteading way of life. The Big Leaf Maple (Acer macrophyllum) towers over the edges of the pastures, casting a deep shade in the summer months...
