Category Archives: Homesteading
I have a homestead. Because it’s a verb that applies precisely in this context, it seemed logical to engage in homesteading. Don’t judge me. What people do on the privacy of their own property is their business. Continue reading
“This will train them to be super killer fox eating monster chickens!” Continue reading
Is it a bad sign that I recognized some of the names of her chickens? I don’t remember the names of people. Sometimes fine people. Upstanding, considerate, fully realized human beings with whom I’ve worked and socialized for years and I’ll forget their name. It’s not that I dislike them. I just…. well I’ve got no excuse. Continue reading
Discussions between Mrs. Curmudgeon and her friends happen on a wavelength I don’t generally hear. I expected to hear nothing and care less. There are certain phrases, however, which catch my attention. Continue reading
Forgive the saccharine writing and enjoy the happy little story. Like many grand accomplishments it started out as a gambit to make a few extra bucks while keeping a bored teenager off the streets. From there it has grown to a full fledged business. I for one am delighted to hear it. Continue reading
As I mentioned before; righteous and awesome bread mix engaged my bread machine in combat and defeated it. Well played! Despite the fact that my late lamented bread machine has gone to appliance heaven I decided to get a replacement. … Continue reading
Get up & start the coffee. While coffee is brewing, go to the barn and turn the chickens loose. Notice a skunk nosing around the woodshed. Shoot the bastard. Pour coffee. Go to work.