When I was little I loved sauerkraut, especially piled high on a hot dog. Actually just about anything that has been pickled or preserved with salt or vinegar I’m there. But now, instead of buying the jar of pale lifeless…
Year: 2015
On December 27th my two hens Lois and Cleo got into an argument, that ended with blood dripping all down poor Lois’ face from a nasty bite on her comb. I took her inside, stood her up in front of…
Feeding time with our goats was starting to become a frenzy. They would see me coming with the bucket of grain and wait by the gate to ambush me. It was an all out war as Sophie tried to get…