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.
The pigs have less than a week remaining before they go off to the butcher, and the meat birds are now four weeks old, halfway through their brief lives. It is time to get them out on grass, but we don't fancy the attrition rate we had last year with the chickshaw only. We would… Continue reading Bird-Mobile
Getting ready to go to the farm on Tuesday Morning. Seppi picked out his farming outfit with care. Hat to keep the sun off. 'Spenders to keep his shorts up. Boots to keep his feet from getting poked. And a bag of books, because we had to go to take the older girls to violin,… Continue reading Helping out
Her "Buck-bucks" wanted to go scratch through the pigs' straw pile, so she helped them out. What comes out, must go in. Eventually we should alter the fence lines so the chickens can forage in the pig pen, but right now they would jsut get out into the driveway and make a mess and then… Continue reading Winnie Help!
Maybe. The ultimate goal of getting our rotational grazing set up is to be able to move cows and sheep, +/- pigs, and poultry of some type around the pasture every single day, with less than one hour of work per day most days. We anticipate having seasonal ups and downs, e.g. planting and harvest… Continue reading So easy a child could do it
Last Saturday, after the bull calves casually walked through our (somewhat) electrified netting for no apparent reason, Mommy and Daddy went on a date. I record that here because we made a resolution at the beginning of the year that we were going to do one date per month, and so far so good! Of… Continue reading It never goes smoothly…
Thursday was the first day we tried to stretch the fence in the pasture. Got off to a good start, but ended up not going according to plan. The problem was that I actually have no idea how to stretch a woven wire fence, and had no idea how much stretch it would have. So… Continue reading Best laid plans
All this farming... And hard work... Can make for one tired baby girl. But in an hour she will be up and at it again.
We have been having issues with the dog lately, running back into the berry patch behind the garden. He likes to run back and forth along the fence separating the berry patch from the old orchard, barking his head off at the pigs and the geese, trampling the goumi berries and disturbing the mother goose… Continue reading Down by the Garden Gate.
Mommy has strep throat, so Daddy took the older three kids to the farm to give her time to recuperate. While there we worked on burying the first run of PEX pipe. Now, the trick to burying pipe for longevity is to make sure that there are no rocks next to the pipe. With movement… Continue reading Let’s play a game…
You know, some cultures believe that a child will grow up to take on the qualities of the name that he has been given. In my Dad's case this was eminently true. I don't know very many people who have... Dug.. More dirt than he has? ;-D There's a reason no one ever called him… Continue reading Phase 1 complete: The Digging is Dug
Little Farm in the Big City 