Shaye… you should go check on the little piglets. No. It’s cold. Shaye… you should go gather the eggs because, baby, it’s cold outside, and they’ll explode. No. It’s 3 degrees. Shaye… it’s almost the full moon and Nöel is very close to having her lambs and you need to seclude her. No. Brr. I
Life Snippets Daily snippets of life in our homesteading madness. Welcome to the party, rockstars.
I didn’t intend to be lambing in winter. Aren’t lambs naturally supposed to come in the spring time? Isn’t that just the way that nature works or something? Oh wait. Shouldn’t I also know by now that nothing just ‘works’ like that? There’s always a few twists and turns to keep us on our toes as farmers.
It was the long, brown curls that hung in front of his eyes that captured my heart. From the moment I first saw Hugh Ferring-Wittingstale on River Cottage years ago, I was totally in love. So when Hugh moved to the country and fell in love with his beloved Dorset sheep… well, I did too.
I swear, y’all. You cannot even make this stuff up. Farm life… home life… they continue to just leave me speechless. Ya, speechless. Or screaming. Either one. So take a walk with me down the lane, while we sip on some (potentially spiked) iced chai teas and I’ll tell you a story… While making our
A reader once told me that the veil between life and death was so sheer thin, it almost made it impossible to breathe. Last night, as I held our dead lamb in my arms, I knew exactly what she meant. My initial response was anger. Anger at the situation, anger that there was nothing I
It’s amazing to me that after two years of life on our farm, we’ve yet to welcome any new animals via birth on The Elliott Homestead. We should have had a calf by now, but since our first cow Kula never was able to get bred, we’re still a bit behind on the calving schedule,
While much of the country is going through a deep freeze, here in North Central Washington, we’re enjoying a mild winter. Why, I’m not sure. But the rays of sunshine and mild days sure make it hard to complain. Especially considering the fact that I, like many homesteaders, are practically beating down Spring’s door come
Two weeks ago, we said goodbye to our beloved ram lamb Guido, and hello to the most delicious meat I’ve ever tasted. Okay – next to our homegrown chicken and pork, of course. But this lamb stands alone. WOW. If you’re on the fence, come to my farm. I’ll roast you a rump roast that’s
I’ll pretend like I didn’t spend the better part of two hours writing out a deliciously goal-filled post before my WordPress crashed and took with it every last word. I’ll also pretend like I didn’t cry out to the heavens in a form of protest after said crash happened. After all, there is far bigger