There is a Time and a Place

chickens, hens, farm, mini farm, country life, weeds, fence, farm fence

I forgot to lock up the chickens last night. I've only done that a handful of times, but it's always a shock when I realize it because a predator could easily saunter into the coop and turn my ladies into a late night snack. Thankfully, that didn't happen. I noticed they were out as I…

Kitten Love

We knew Rosa was pregnant, and estimated she would deliver around the end of October based on when we first noticed her growing belly. We were a little off 🙂 On the morning of October 13, I stepped out of my back door to feed the animals and stumbled upon this sweet scene. To my…

Back to Work

As the sun rose this morning, I finished my early workout, then slogged through the saturated grass to feed the animals. Dolly was first to the gate, as usual. She is large and in charge, always the first to the trough as she bleats commands to the others who follow. Kenny, her twin, has grown…

Summer’s End: An Update

It feels like forever since I've written anything here. Summer flew by and we are all settled in to a new year of homeschooling with busy days of reading, writing, and all the math. My kids have split into three different tutorials, creating a logistical nightmare for me while cocooning them in perfect environments for…

Walls and Fences

When we brought home our dog, Curry, we knew we could not just throw the goats in there with him and expect him to know what to do. He is a big, energetic puppy who had obviously not had any training, so we had a lot of work to do to make sure he saw…

Endings and Beginnings

As we have built this little farm, God has revealed Himself in quiet, unforgettable ways. From teaching a dog not to chase goats to watching our cat care for her newborn kittens, there are parables awaiting discovery on almost every inch of this beautiful place. I am making a list as I discover them and plan to share them with you here...

Meet Hank!

Kenny, Dolly, and Reba have been adjusting well. They have come to accept Curry as their boisterous, playful guardian and weathered thunderstorms (lots of them!) with courage. I did realize, after the zillionth storm, that I needed to move their shelter. It was not drying out between rains and I worried they would get sick,…