(I forgot to post this last week.) Yesterday morning, while making the usual rounds at feeding time, I heard something unexpected: extra cheeping near the Muscovy brooder. Now, I’ve known for a while that one of the hens had been sneaking off to lay somewhere in that area. I just could never seem to find... Continue Reading →
🌿 About Me: Farming From the Edge of Everything
I live on the edge of the world — in rural Alaska — and I farm with a body that many doctors gave up on long ago. I’ve been told to stay down, stay still, and stay quiet. I’ve never been good at doing what I’m told. Ever 🩺 What I Live With I have... Continue Reading →