“Wherefore the farm?” Which, as all my high school Shakespeare students from my past life quickly learned, means not “WHERE is the farm?” (it’s in Linville, gorgeous Central Shenandoah Valley Virginia), but “WHY the farm?” I get this question often.…
Get Out (of my field, you) Addlepated Twerp! Some days on a goat farm are not necessarily the Greatest Of All Time. Not from my point of view. This story begins with the advice to farmers that if you build…
[Editor’s note: click here and listen to Dock Boggs as a backdrop to this seasonal real-life horror story.] This time of year as the days grow shorter, the corn drier, the leaves brighter and the nights crisper, many farmers’ thoughts…
I had to pull my first goat last night. Four goats were born already that afternoon, and triplets had appeared the day before. I guess they wanted to get on the ground before the wind and rain of the weekend…
Two years ago this month we moved across an ocean, started a farm, bought some goats, some poultry, and a dog. After two years, it’s time to take stock. I think we got our priorities straight—first thing we did was…
It’s been snowing a lot lately. It’s been eight years–nine years!! since we’ve seen any snow, except for a shrinking glacier when we climbed Mount Kenya right after Christmas in 2015. While we lived in Kenya and Ethiopia we usually…
Last Sunday our service was about the Israelites complaining in the desert. After they couldn’t take the wilderness one more day, they began to romanticize about their captivity in Egypt and actually longed to GO BACK. Go back to being…
The end game for these birds was always there, waiting. I knew it would come. I found other things to do–I cleaned out all the quail pens, moved birds around. I made a fancy quail cage to help with moving…
We’re up to our eyeballs in quail. I love it. I can’t get enough of these amazing birds. The sound of the tiny crows from the little roosters who stand up straight and tell the world how big they are.…
Our four original girls have settled into their role as future breeding stock at our HomeAgain Farm. And we have a name! We are HomeAgain Farm, named in part after Bruce’s parents house in Yankeetown out in the mountains. They…