Farmgirl School

"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -Tolkien

Remember near the beginning of this blog when we were kind of afraid to get goats?  We loved goats after meeting one at a petting zoo while we still lived in the city.  After being butted and bruised and bullied by our friend’s goats while pet sitting we questioned whether we still wanted goats.  Her …

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Our alpaca venture failed miserably, with a great financial loss, and two stubborn alpacas now working as lawn mowers somewhere in Limon.  I had to give them away.  I do love our chickens.  I adore the ducks.  I love goats.  I am smitten. Our adventure started badly enough, a doe that wouldn’t come near us, …

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When we got our first baby goats last summer, I had no idea how often to bottle feed a kid.  There was nothing in books.  Nothing on internet searches.  I ended up texting my friend, Jill, every week to see what the new ration should be. This year was no different, I couldn’t remember how …

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“Your goats were out again today,” the boys across the street casually mentioned. “Again?” Doug said, with a little laugh. “Not funny.  I turned around in my garage and there were the two little goats about to drink antifreeze!” “You need a chain for those goats,” our neighbor, Leo, joined in. I guess the first …

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So, what would be the perfect homestead size?  5 acres?  20 acres?  100 acres?  A river running through it?  Near a library?  I am starting to wonder if instead of always thinking, ‘THAT would be the perfect homestead’ and then being frustrated because it is out of my reach, that perhaps I should look around …

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Not in my kitchen, though that would be fun!  My cats would wonder what kind of odd dog I had brought home this time, and Bumble, the greyhound, would have thought he had a new playmate. I went to Nancy’s house for an impromptu lesson on cheese and butter making.  The snow was falling softly …

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