Friday Farm Favorites
View of Green Hill Farm from cottage window.
The Weekly Bleat
With cooler mornings, we often find our sheep waiting for us by the paddock gate. Apparently, they possess some kind of built-in sensor that indicates if the thermometer dips below 40 degrees F., because they seem to have an uncanny way of knowing it’s grain treat weather. We can usually look out of the kitchen window as day breaks and […]
Honey Hen: Little Chicken, Big Impression
Having just fed the barn kitties, I headed toward the chicken coop to gather eggs. On the way, I stopped and looked up, closing my eyes. I stood for a moment, letting the warmth of the afternoon sun wash over me. When I opened my eyes, I saw an autumn sky that was clear blue with wisps of clouds like […]
The Weekly Bleat
This is what I love about Green Hill Farm: It’s 5:30–late afternoon; the sun is streaming across the field, all of the sheep are grazing in the paddock on the hill, and the chickens are venturing out of the aviary to free range. The chickens like this time of day, too. The sun is starting to lay lower in the […]
Friday Farm Favorites: Autumn!
‘Fourth Generation Farmgirl’ Tonya Pops In For A Chat.
Originally posted on Edwina's Episodes:
Today I am so excited as I will be conducting my first ever blog interview. as part of the Writing 101 course. I will be chatting with the lovely Tonya, or Fourth Generation Farmgirl, as many of you know her, and am thrilled that she has agreed to take part. Ever since I first…
Rain Drops
Last week, I shared a post singing the praises of September. Around here, September is normally a lovely time of year—temperate weather and blue skies; however, since my post, it has been nothing but overcast and rainy. So, instead of enjoying sunny days and views such as this one….. We’ve had gray and cloudy days like these. And, this is […]
The Weekly Bleat: Shearing Time!
It seems just like yesterday that we sheared our sheep; however, it was actually May. These photographs were taken right after Clover and the other nine sheep were sheared last spring. Now, they’re all woolly and ready to be sheared, again!
“The Weekly Bleat: Brave New World”
The chicks are about 7 weeks old and looking more and more like miniature chickens these days. They’re finally ready to come out of the coop and explore the outdoors. Although it will be a while before they’re free-ranging in the pasture, these little guys have plenty of room inside the safety of the aviary for now. Today was the […]
Eggs, Eggs Everywhere!
Growing up on a farm as a child afforded many wonderful experiences. Meaningful experiences that shaped my values and inspired me. I remember when I was about 6 or 7 years old, my dad decided that it would be nice to have fresh milk and eggs. So, he bought a Holstein cow named Bessie and ordered chicks. I remember sitting in our living room early in the morning before school with an old towel on my lap, carefully cradling a warm, fuzzy chick in my hands–marveling at its tiny body and feet as well as the soft, little sounds it made. Every morning over the next 2-3 weeks, I would hurriedly get dressed and eat breakfast so that I could hold one for a few minutes before the school bus came. I loved those little chicks! As the chicks grew into hens, they would free range all through the pastures and even around the house; but, for some reason, though, they didn’t like to lay their eggs in the coop. Much to my surprise and joy, I would walk along outdoors, and just FIND an egg laying out in the yard or under a bush. It was like an Easter egg hunt! After making the discovery that the hens were laying eggs ALL OVER the place, I remember enthusiastically running into the house and searching for my Easter basket. “This is going to be fun!,” I thought. And it was. […]
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