Sacks of feed, 100 pounds each, ready for purchase. Milo and Ester grow and store their own untreated corn and soy to make this feed. It's free of anything except those two ingredients-no preservatives or additives. The starter feed for young chicks includes vitamins and minerals to get them off to a good start. Unfortunately it looks like there will be a shortage of local-grown corn later this summer, so the prices have gone up a bit and Milo will have to buy in to make it until harvest time this year.
Sacks of feed on a wagon near Midville, ready to go.
The broody mama is happy to be out and about with her babies, teaching them to scratch and take dustbaths. They climb all over her and even peck at her face.
Onion beginning to bloom; attempting to save as much seed as possible this year.
I had the thought the other day that a garden is very much like a patchwork quilt, both visually and in it's story. Instead of "this patch is from my first jumper and this patch from grandpa's work-shirt," it's "these christmas limas are heirlooms from my mom, these sorrel seeds are from Sarah at Oxbow, the kale is from Cecelia in Washington," so on and so forth, a collection of people I've known and places I've been. How cool is that?
The house is still a work in progress, like just about everything around here or on any little farm, but it's coming along.
I apologize to anyone who drives past and thinks our chickens aren't free-range: a fox has killed 25% of our free-range hens, so we have some in chicken tractors in the garden (As soon as he is taken care of, they'll be turned loose). The young birds are also in chicken tractors while they're growing. Not only are the babies prey to foxes and hawks, but also dogs and cats.
One of the first chicken tractors I built for between-row chicken weeding and bug control for young chickens.
Part of the flock.
The orchard is a work in progress-clearing out around the trees.