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...
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...
This past year was one of many firsts for us: first farm, first goats, first pigs, first bacon and cheese making, the list could go on and on. It’s been a year of exploring new dreams, tackling new adventures and getting out of our comfort zone, yet again. 2014...
A few months ago I wrote about our goat milking trial….and oh what was a trial it was. There were curses and there were pails of spilled milk and there were tears. More tears than I care to remember. The girls were not cooperative and I was trying everything I...
We’re not entirely sure what happened to summer, but fall here on the farm is definitely in full bloom….and it is nothing short of spectacular. The goat kids are growing up, the pigs are getting huge, the chickens are molting and the leaves are starting to...
