From a backyard farm on a 1/4 acre to a homestead on more, we’re trying it all: gardening, livestock, milk, honey, eggs, wool, and life from scratch.
How fascinating it is to think that just over three years ago we didn’t so much as own a chicken. Now look at us, we are full-fledged homesteading wannabes.
Trevor and I were talking about this coming month while preparing dinner and I thought about how odd our conversation may have sounded to an outsider. There I was, slicing into a loaf of bread I made two days ago, battering it in eggs I collected from the coop a moment earlier, and we were discussing how much milk our incoming dairy goat should produce. It was a quaint little scene, certainly.
Four years ago I would have thought it crazy to be discussing the milk production of any animal, not to mention a goat. And our daily banter with the (recently) free range hens is nothing short of amusing until you consider the chicken poop left on the porch. Thinking of which, the last few days we have been finding eggs being laid on the front porch right by the door. Convenient, but strange. It would be even better if they laid their eggs right in the carton in the fridge! Where else would you see such a weird thing and not have a second thought about it? No where but a farm, I tell ya.