They will rebuild the ruined cities and live in them. They will plant vineyards and drink their wine; they will make gardens and eat their fruit.
We skipped the turkey for Thanksgiving this year. Instead we roasted two of the ducks that we harvested last weekend. Kathleen stuffed them with apple and onion slices, and rubbed them with salt and pepper. She set them in the turkey roaster and filled the bottom with half an inch of apple cider to steam… Continue reading Roast Duck
Tuesday we spent the whole day at the farm. It was a light school day, and we had people coming over to pick up their turkeys for Thanksgiving, so it made sense to make if a farm day. Rocking the cool farmer look. We checked on our ducks in the garden. They were still hiding… Continue reading Ducks in the Garden
We pulled the last of the pumpkins and winter squash off the garden on Monday of this week. First we tried to liven up the ducks a little. Since we put them in the garden area on Saturday they have been huddling along the fence on the east side of the garden, mostly hiding under… Continue reading Last of the Pumpkins
Saturday was a busy day on the farm. We set it aside as the day that the ducks and turkeys would meet their fate. Daddy and the three oldest kids went to the farm to help Uncle, while Mommy and Winnie stayed home to write out school schedules and do some baking. By the way,… Continue reading Processing Ducks and Turkeys
Broccoli! Some of it survived slug-aggedon! Never mind the teethmarks. That’s what happens when you deliver vegetables to a four-year-old and tell him to take them to his mom. Quality control The ducks have been getting a little too big for their temporary, mobile shelter, since we haven’t built a permanent mobile shelter, or even… Continue reading Ducks and Broccoli.
Our ducklings were getting too big for their brooder, and spilling their water everywhere, and making an infernal mess. So we put them in a bucket and moved them out to the orchard. That's right, a bucket full of ducks. We aren't completely sure yet, but it looks like our "random" run of leftover heritage… Continue reading A Bucket of Ducks
Little Farm in the Big City 