Happy Mother's Day!

To our Moms, who's love and support has made us who we are and all the Mothers reading this - Thank you for being so amazing!

Here's a little Mother and "Kid" moment from this past week at the farm we thought we'd share with you for the occasion. At around 11am, after a morning of grazing, the goats all take a little rest to bask in the sun, nap, and chew cud. Sabine, The Buckling, and Springbok always lie right next to their Mom, Mayday. Sometimes, there's some snuggling going on. Springbok (a yearling) is in her teenager stage and wouldn't be caught dead getting a back rub from Mom, but Sabine is all for it!

Hope you all have a special day!

 

No Margin for Error

For the most part things have been smooth around here. Every day has its random, unexpected event, but for the most part we haven’t had any major blow-ups. Except for one. It took me a bit to write about it because I don’t really like writing about when crappy stuff happens. There’s enough of that in the world, you don’t need to hear it from us too. But when something happens that other people could learn from I do want to share it. 

Literally the day we moved to the farm my sister met us at the house. We don’t see each other too frequently so it was great to have her here for a special time. Part of her reason for coming down was to bring her cat. She’s moving and going through some life changes at the moment and her cat, Billy Goat (a female), needed a new home. Billy Goat was born on a farm, but had since been transitioned to an indoor life. We decided to adopt BG and eventually transition her to a “barn cat”.
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Chickens Only


Wynonna the Wyandotte, settling into a nice dust bath.The more time we spend with our animals, the more entertaining they become. The chickens are one of my favorite clans to watch as they free-range around the farm. They mostly stick around the coop and barn area, but I recently discovered their secret hideout, right next to the house. One day I was out checking on our garden beds, no chickens in sight, when I heard a little squawk and then silence. I looked around, still no chickens. Then, a few minutes later I saw Elvis, our Silkie rooster, heading toward the rose bushes. He stopped at the edge of the rose bed, and then quickly ducked inside.
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