We brought home 1800 pounds of pig feed, and then Ted had to fill the big gravity feeder with it all. It's not as simple as you'd think. First, the bags go into the tractor bucket (as many as will fit without spilling). Then Ted drives the tractor down the path through the woods to … Continue reading Feeding the pigs is a whole process
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Fluffy butts on parade
The chickens love free ranging. They love pecking and scratching through the yard, driveway, and woods for tasty buggy treats. This young rooster is just gorgeous. His tail feathers have that green sheen to them that game birds have. He struts his stuff around the hens like crazy, but they just ignore him for the … Continue reading Fluffy butts on parade
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Appalachian Proud
I'm proud of where I grew up and where I'm from still. There's something about growing up Appalachian that prepares us for anything life can throw at us. We have a culture like no other, and I keep my heart and soul rooted in it. This article I just read in Appalachian Magazine speaks to … Continue reading Appalachian Proud
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Blog 2018 Stats
This post is late in getting on here, but I always enjoy looking through the blog stats for the previous year and getting it all on here for everyone to see! In 2018, my little farm blog had 4.782 views! Compared to last year, I had 803 more visitors to the blog this year (last … Continue reading Blog 2018 Stats
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Gift wrap station
I have tried multiple ways to store gift wrap over the years: on curtain rods mounted on a closet wall, in a plastic bag under the bed, in a shoe organizer on the back of the bedroom door, in a trashcan in the closet, etc. None of those ways satisfied me; somehow I always wound … Continue reading Gift wrap station
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Happy “dinosaurs” in the holler
They're so happy when Ted brings them their grain treat. They would follow him to the moon and back because they know he has the opposable thumbs needed to open the grain freezer and pour some into the feed troughs!
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Dinosaurs in the holler
Every. Single. Night. I bet the neighbors down the way just hate us.
