This Week On As The Peep Turns …

Ms. Broody has gone missing. After a pile of white feathers was discovered, the photo for her milk carton announcement was quickly recalled and her unfortunate death concluded. It has been often fabled of chickens going missing while returning weeks later with little peeping mini-me in tow. Hope was kept alive.

Meanwhile, “free range” chickens have gone wild. Broody’s adopted children have decided that they will roost in the trees, so fuhget you and your fancy coop. Eggs are impossible to find. A joke about our bereft Broody sitting on all the eggs waiting for them to hatch circulates with chuckles. Chickens have decided that if the teenie boppers can roost in the trees, then gadamnit, I’ll roost in the barn or where ever the hell I want. Total poultry anarchy. Kevin continues to keep everyone in line while still roosting in the same spot at the same time. He’s a fan of regularity. Pip, Chickie and Zora are alive and well and fat. Broody-Two takes them all around the farmyard digging up bugs. No, the peeps heard on this day were too desperate to be them. They were new peeps. They were Broody’s peeps!! Thirteen little fluffballs looking adoringly at a proud Broody who hid in a very safe place to hatch her chicks. Go Broody! Welcome back!




Well, It’s Been A Year

It’s been a year and it’s been a YEAR.  I suppose I could sum up the year, but I’d rather provide a handful of lessons learned should you be foolish enough to try this at home.

1)   Don’t count your chickens before they’ve hatched.

2)   Sometimes you need to grab the cow by its horns

3)   Should your electric fence tester seem broken, no doubt it works just fine.

4)   When the ground is wet, push in your fence posts

5)   Lucerne is great in a drought

6)   All hail the internet!

7)   Love thy neighbor

8)   Always take time to pet a patou

9)   A retriever is mans best friend, as long as there is food

And a few before / after shots … or thus far shots
Kitchen Before:

Kitchen now:


Vines Last Year:

strong man

Vines Now:

I'm not sure why I took this photo


brent, alfalfa and me


half smile
z likes custard

The Kids:


Minty Sporting Pink Farmwear:
Winter Mint

And Now:

them boots

Old Renter Cows:

munson and the cow

OUR Cows!:

munch fest

Legend Before:


Legend Now:


Kitten Pile Before … and after really … just picture them a bit bigger:

Kitten Pile

Our grass before:

Our grass through a drought:

.. and of COURSE Ms. T-Pot:
same as before and after

muddy pot

And More Fencing


But this time it’s Lucy who does the fencing.  Lucy started her fencing classes a couple of weeks ago.  Her class takes place in a very, very old building that feels very castle-like.  The steps are old, old and stone.  The courtyard is quaint.  They practice all the techniques on the third floor right next to what looks to be a tower.


On day one, Brent said that she got the full gear including a little plug to hook up when they do their matches.  She came up with this whole fencing idea.  I must admit,  I like it.