Raising Goslings in a Danger Zone

My last trip to see my grandmother shortly before her death in 2008 also involved geese. She had moved to a house that had a shared pond and a few geese. It was then that she taught me how to handle and tame geese and I asked lots of question about them. It was the last piece of farming and traditional skills she left to me. So, when I was given a mean old gander and two hens as a farm warming present in 2014 by my neighbor I was elated. Continue reading Raising Goslings in a Danger Zone

Protecting Tender Volunteer Seedlings from Frost

As we approach our last frost free date the temperature has hit upwards of seventy degrees for over two weeks with over cast days in the forties and fifties. This herald of fine spring weather has spurred some lovely volunteers to sprout in the garden. I’ve found over the years that my volunteers are some of my earliest producers and heartiest producers. However,  moving them … Continue reading Protecting Tender Volunteer Seedlings from Frost

A Death Well Lived

My sweet old hen Cordelia is dieing. She has a fatal chicken condition know as water belly. Basically, her liver is shutting down coupled with congestion heart failure. She’s an indoor hen now that her mate Kang is gone. She has no one to protect her while roaming the farm. I’ve had to take over as care giver, companion, and comforter. Having a chicken in … Continue reading A Death Well Lived

Monday’s Musings : I Can’t Do EVERYTHING

I was raised in a time of shifting ideology in this country. Traditional gender roles and second wave Feminism clashed in the media and stereotypes clashed around me as the child of a single mother in a male dominated industry. A male teacher told my mother he was shocked at how “well adjusted” I am considering I was from a “broken home”. Mom’s reply “children … Continue reading Monday’s Musings : I Can’t Do EVERYTHING

Monday’s Musings: The Illusion of Control

Today (Sunday) was one of those days. I overslept, and while stumbling from my camper up to the main house I discovered the cattle were out. Cash had “the calves” out front and upon seeing me directed them towards to logging road leading up to the woods – and eventually Kentucky. I hollered at mom and ran after them. Remember that running… it’s a theme. … Continue reading Monday’s Musings: The Illusion of Control