Mayday was waiting up all night for this! She's been counting the days until she could stock up on our Farmstead Milk Soaps for Holiday gifting, the Mini Lavender Bars in particular. Not only did Mayday help make them with her very own milk, her daughter, Sabine, is the goat...
For the past few weeks I've been holing up with my pencil, camera, and computer. I appear at milking and mealtimes, mumbling something half coherent about "the store" before scurrying back to the living room, where drawings, photos, mock-ups, and all sorts of artsy and craftsy things are sprawled everywhere.
Sprouted spelt and wheatAs I bet you can tell, Scrapple and I aren't necessarily about doing things the easy way. We've set out down this path to do them the right way, or at least the way we believe that to be. This mindset led us to rotational grazing, which,...
As many of you know, we had the extreme honor of hosting Sweetbreads’ 100 yr old Grandpa George a couple weeks ago. He flew from Florida by himself and was accompanied at the farm by my Mother In-Law, who it wouldn't have been possible without. She made the visit seamless.
We are just wrapping up our first attempt at breeding the dairy goats naturally. We are not using AI (artificial insemination) this season. But I won’t bore you with the specifics of all that. This is a time for stories. Stories that are a daily experience of farming. Stories that...
Willow, happily munching on the rose bushes around the house. She's quite spoiled that Willow This was a question posed by one of our readers a few weeks ago. It's a subject I've often thought about addressing. A common belief is that goats will eat anything. Many people imagine a...
Gozer, putting the moves on Tijeras A few months ago, Scrapple and I had a little kitchen table meeting to strategize our first breeding season. We decided that we would aim to kid at the beginning of April. By that time the grass is growing and the sun is warm...
The two buddies, grazing together in the forest, makes me happy Today was a big day for the bucks (and us too). They got a paddock outside of their pen so they could browse and graze in the forest. Prior to today, I would chop down saplings and bring them fresh...
