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Sometimes there’s a cat curled up there with her Ava’s use of the wicker loveseat has rendered it useless for human seating. To be fair, the chickens had already started the disintegration by pooping all over it in the girls’ … Continue reading →

t’the L.I.C.I.O.U.S. Our neighbor gifted us with this gorgeous bunch of morel mushrooms. Seems everbody’s got their own way of preparing them. I soaked them in salt water, rinsed and picked through them, cut them in half then coated them … Continue reading →

Chickens emerging at 6:30 this morning Even though making mistakes, mistakes that result in a lot of dead chickens, is one of the downsides of farming, you can least have the satisfaction of taking what you learn from those mistakes … Continue reading →

What little girl doesn’t dream of the day she gets a horse? Olivia got her wish on Saturday when Star came to live at Sugar Creek Farm. There’s been much currying and brushing and a daily ride since.

This picture was taken last Friday, 3 weeks and 1 day since this picture. Our new brooder guard was a success. The garage stayed much cleaner, the chicks had plenty of room as they grew. We only lost 2 in … Continue reading →

Train crossing over Sugar Creek Our farm is bordered on the west by train tracks. Living less than a mile from the grain elevator as we do we see at least one train a day, more during certain seasons.

Several years ago my grandma (who will be 92 this summer) passed on to me a dozen quilt squares hand-pieced by her mother-in-law, my great-grandmother. They had languished in my cedar chest since then, waiting for me to decide what … Continue reading →

A while back I think I mentioned something about a chicken decorating post. I’m sure you’ve been on the edge of your seats since, waiting on me. (Right.) Late this winter I got the urge to repaint the kitchen. And … Continue reading →

The irratic blog posting around here is indicative that things have taken a turn for the busy. It’s one of the blogging life’s ironies that in winter, when there’s more time for posting, there isn’t so much going on. Now, … Continue reading →

Good old number 68 with Burt and Nan Wednesday morning as I drove in after taking Rafe to preschool, I noticed Mr. Bull laying on the bedding pile with all 6 of his calves. “How cute,” I thought, “I’ve got … Continue reading →