Just me again. Lacing up my boots, pulling my jeans over the tops, adjusting my flannel and smearing on some lipgloss before lifting up my foot to step up on that soap box I lug around with me from time to time. *Steps up on box.* Ahhhh, the view from up here is lovely. I am
Oh hello spring, you cheeky devil! Much like an ex-fling, you show up just enough to make me remember how much fun we used to have, before casting me back to the darkness of winter without you. But your temper tantrum antics, my dear spring, won’t get the best of me this year… because
Welcome To The Farm How-to Wisdom From The Elliott Homestead Most of you landed on my blog because you were, in some capacity, interested in homesteading. Maybe for you it was because you wanted to make your own chicken feed. Maybe it was the idea of finally beginning to make your own homemade bread. Maybe
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
Follow us on YouTube HERE! Check it out! Our first farrowing on the farm. It’s finally time to welcome our first litter of piglets and our first farrowing- and just in time for Christmas! Have you ever seen a pig give birth? You’re about to…Click here to watch our video.
Culling old laying hens is not the easiest task on the farm. Heck, are there any easy tasks on the farm? (Shaye reflects… Shaye realizes that no, there aren’t any easy tasks on the farm… Shaye moves on with her life.). Heading into the thick of winter, if one has chickens, one must ask themselves:
Life Snippets Daily snippets of life in our homesteading madness. Welcome to the party, rockstars.
Last Thursday afternoon, I had to experience one of those those moments that no person wants to experience. One of those experiences that you so badly wish you could undo. Unlive. Unsee. The death of a companion. My Toby-turd. The sun had peeked out for the first time in over a week and the weather
Ya’ll. Thank you for allowing me time to rest… to remember… to reflect after Sal’s passing. I’m most certainly not ‘over it’. Nor am I ‘healed’. But I am very much thankful for the time I had with my girl and that her passing was peaceful. These last few days have been fairly peaceful on