Notes from the field
The Ducks that Don’t Quack (And A Car Full of Barn Cats)
We sold at the Owen Sound farmers' market for the very first time on Saturday, and overall it went well. The reality of doing something is often quite different from the idea of it, and that was certainly the case here. Noise and crowded space are such a stark comparison to daily life on the farm. I came home and took a two-hour nap! I wonder if I'll get used
The Great Escape
Are May and June always this crazy? Yes, yes I believe they are. In the months leading up to this time I know that crazy is just around the corner - but knowing isn't the same as living, is it. It started with the cows. "Come on, pardner," I said to Rony this morning. "Let's go check on our cattle." They're not technically our cows - we are pasturing
Little Guy
The little ram is what did it for me. I’ll admit I had a bout of uncertainty about sheep. They are so much work, you see. Their fencing needs are ridiculously high, and this year (unlike last year) I know what I’m getting into. This is what it boils down to: gathering armloads of electric netting, lugging it to a new pasture, laying it out, untangling it, and then putting it up around a new pasture - over and over again. That’s the most labour-intensive part of grazing sheep,
