Growing Your Own Food (comfort, joy, and mushrooms on the counter)

One of my favorite things about homesteading is being able to provide our own food.  To watch it grow, to prepare it, to preserve it, to savor it later.  To watch the milk hit the pail, turn it into cheese, or pour the delicious cream straight into dishes.  Fresh eggs, which taste nothing like store bought, being broken into a bowl.  Such comfort comes when combining foods that have traveled a very short distance into the kitchen. The other day I looked over at the counter and there were oyster mushrooms sticking up!  Mind you, I have failed at every … Continue reading Growing Your Own Food (comfort, joy, and mushrooms on the counter)

The Little Dairy (a homesteader’s necessity!)

Every homestead would benefit from a goat.  These dog-sized animals come with mega personality and fun while giving delicious milk for the homestead dairy cupboard along with chocolate milk, cheese, yogurt, cream cheese, and ice cream!  Goats don’t cost much more than a dog does and the investment is paid back in crazy antics (like jumping 360’s off of a pile of tires), snuggles, and food. Goats are great with kids and teach them about farming.  There are many cities and counties that allow goats now.  There are many types of goats to choose from ranging from Nigerian Dwarves to Saanens.  … Continue reading The Little Dairy (a homesteader’s necessity!)

The Shy Milking Goat

In all its farm life irony her milk is the tastiest we have ever had.  So creamy, the two tablespoons we manage to get back into the house, that is. When we brought her home last year at two days old she healed the wound that occurred when our beloved goat died while giving birth.  Her long legs and big eyes melted our hearts and those around the city as we brought her everywhere with us in the truck.  She went to schools that we spoke at, Walmart, Panera, even the bar (though she was clearly under age) and she … Continue reading The Shy Milking Goat

Choosing Farm Animals (no alpacas this time…)

We went over to Sylvia’s farm Sunday afternoon.  The day was warm and sunny and her alpacas were wandering happily about their pens.  Sylvia was a gracious host and went over again everything we would need to know after taking the two alpacas home that she had generously offered us. They are very cute boys.  Buddy is small and fluffy and his friend, Carmello, looks like a camel.  Their fleece is lovely and they didn’t kick me or spit at me.  They did immediately head away from anywhere we were.  That is how alpacas are.  I don’t know if I thought these alpacas … Continue reading Choosing Farm Animals (no alpacas this time…)

Single White Female Seeks Single Kind-of-Wild Male (goat)

For a one night stand.  Now, don’t judge.  Girls like to have fun too.  Well, actually this probably won’t be that fun for them but we will be having some darn cute goat kids running around here come spring that will want their bottles and will be inside watching television like Elsa did last April.  It is one of our favorite times of year.  Not only will we be surrounded by adorable babies but we will have fresh milk to enjoy and to make all of my cheeses with.  I will also have enough this year to have a proper milk … Continue reading Single White Female Seeks Single Kind-of-Wild Male (goat)

Drying Off Isabelle (no more milk till spring and chica has a new boyfriend)

I am a tad envious of those raised on a farm.  They don’t have to text random people that have goats to ask stupid questions.  Like, how the heck do we stop her milk?  I know this should seem like an obvious one but there is an art to all this dairy farming.  Goodness, we don’t want to send our goat into pain, discomfort, mastitis, and who knows what else!  Our dear Isabelle trusts us. I first started by looking up on the internet how to dry off a goat.  Easy.  Just start milking once a day, then every other day, then every … Continue reading Drying Off Isabelle (no more milk till spring and chica has a new boyfriend)

The Well Behaved Goat

He went from being a cute little guy to something of a nuisance.  Like an oversized six year old, giggling and trying to wrestle, he started pushing me around.  It was unfortunate that my back was against the metal bars of the stall.  I could practically feel the bruises forming!  His horns, thankfully nubs, were happily slamming into my hip as if I were another little boy goat wanting to play.  I could not push him very far, he was definitely stronger than me.  And as I was intermittently yelling for Doug and cussing at the six year old, I … Continue reading The Well Behaved Goat