Life on a very small working farm with humorous stories starring the animals that keep the owners on their toes. Includes information and tips on raising animals, gardening, and occasional ecological ravings, recipes, photography, and disaster preparedness.
A native of Washington State, I moved from Seattle to Lummi Island in 1999. There I established a small homestead on 3 acres where I learned most of what I know about farm poultry, goats, making goats milk soap and the pleasures of living in a small community. After 8 years I sold my little farm and moved to Lopez Island to help my guy whip his house into shape for selling. We moved with our two teen girls to another more accessible island to be closer to the colleges they would need in the next few years. I and THE MAN are currently living on 4 acres. The chicken coop has been built and the garden established.
THE MAN and builder of all things on "The List" is currently working on my never ending and always growing requests. Our goal is to become more self sufficient and have fun doing it. Oh ya and get our daughters raised and into college. A feat in itself. So if you are into some humorous farm antics, recipes, organic gardening, with the occasional tip for solving a problem or two read on. Make comments. I love learning from my readers.
Our little mother is getting fed up with her babies, namely the ducklings. Tonight she is roosting with the other two silkie girls and I can just imagine the conversation going something like this: "Those kids are driving me crazy! They are two weeks old and they still wont perch at night and all they want to do is play in their water. I spend my whole day standing on a wet floor and trying to get them to hop out of that stinking box. Not only that they talk funny too. They seem to want to talk to the ducks and you know how I really dislike those ducks. Have you noticed how big they are already? I cover their heads up at night to keep them warm but their butts stick out. I swear they are going to catch their death. cluck cluck. "
They really do seem to be a source of frustration for her. If she is done mothering them I will take over and try to socialize them. They certainly need it since they think I am the boogy man.