I can here the first little chirp from the incubator now that the house is quiet. Tomorrow may very well be the first chickens born on the farm in 2016.

The boy was super curious a few days ago. He’s gonna flip his lid tomorrow. Of course, it’s all old hat for Jane. But she’s still excited nonetheless.



Do you know how much bread is thrown out every day? It’s unbelievable. But there’s an outlet store that sells bread the day before it expires to farms.

We’d never use bread as a primary food source for our hogs. But as a supplement and a way to put expiring bread to good use, we’ll toss some in the trough, especially late in winter or early spring before the pigs are able to forage effectively.  All things in moderation, even for pigs!


Okay, the peepers don’t lie. Spring has sprung, I don’t care if the chicken water was still frozen this morning. The sun melted it soon enough anyway. Winter, you’ll never beat the tilting of the Earth!

Plus, we’re getting the garden ready for planting, so there’s no way it’s getting colder now.


After a long and frustrating start to spring, we’ve finally had enough warm days in a row for the hoses to thaw.

The real winners here are the pigs who finally get to drink as much as they want rather than fighting for 15 gallons dragged out to the stable by hand every morning and evening


Lost hen

One of our hens passed away today. She’d been looking lethargic for a few days but really took a turn for the worse last night.

Hard when there’s nothing obviously wrong with an animal, and it just seems like their time. You can’t really afford to move heaven and earth for one laying hen. So you make sure she’s in a comfortable place and accept the dying that is always everywhere around us.

Ah, the roofs

These wind storms are leaving our outbuilding roofs in pretty miserable conditions. And it looks like another, possibly stronger wind storm is due tomorrow.

We’ve got summer projects lined up, I guess.


The chickens were having late night visitors. Their fence was in shambles last week. Little foot prints circled their feeders, which had been emptied. Something BIG had been in the coup!

Turns out it was pigs. All our market pigs had been making sojourns from their pasture into the coup and we’re eating all the grain. Fence fixed and properly electrified and  the visits stopped. I don’t think thee chickens miss them.