Freedom! Well, almost. Not chicken dinner, but caught (we like to think rescued) by a boy.
What kind of caterpillar is it? What kind of butterfly/moth will it be?
Monday, 22 October 2007
Farm Crawling: Inch by Inch
In the sunshine is a little brown caterpillar inching through imminent danger, aka a chicken house full of hungry chickens:
Freedom! Well, almost. Not chicken dinner, but caught (we like to think rescued) by a boy.
What kind of caterpillar is it? What kind of butterfly/moth will it be?
Freedom! Well, almost. Not chicken dinner, but caught (we like to think rescued) by a boy.
What kind of caterpillar is it? What kind of butterfly/moth will it be?
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Farm Crawling: Getting Your Goat
We hope to have sheep or goats someday. This was a neat milking parlor set up. The goats were very kind to Lil'Bug and the goat cheese so very yummy. It didn't keep well in the fridge though, much to my disappointment.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Farm Crawling: Don't Worry, Bee Happy
Many of you who know me, know that I love bees. I used to be a little afraid of them, I used to get stung. My husband and daughter are bee charmers, which I thought was a biological thing. I have since come to the suspicion that it is more of a learned fear issue. I can't tickle bees like Dearest Husband can but they crawl on me and then fly away. We have an apiary set up in our basement (don't worry, vacant) and it is one of the few things moving with us.
Of course we explored the apiaries at one of the farms:
This is a friendly hive, the farmer informed us:
This one is more grouchy. The more grouchy ones are placed farther out in the fields away from the tour traffic. Perhaps they are grouchy from just being honey harvested?
This is a freshly scraped honey comb.
I can't wait to bee on a farm!
Of course we explored the apiaries at one of the farms:
This is a friendly hive, the farmer informed us:
This one is more grouchy. The more grouchy ones are placed farther out in the fields away from the tour traffic. Perhaps they are grouchy from just being honey harvested?
This is a freshly scraped honey comb.
I can't wait to bee on a farm!
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Farm Crawling: Meeting Thanksgiving Dinner
I have this thing about food. I like to meet my food, or at least know the people who have cared for it. I like eating happy pigs. There is accountability that way for all of us.
Have you ever toured a factory or mass producing meat place? The animals can be forced fed, kept in small pens, force bred, treated like animals, and then lined up for slaughter. Conveyor belt processing of their carcass into food. Chicken nuggets for example: made from chicken slurry. OMG. Yuck.
Anyway, we found this great event through an announcemnt on our locl homeschool idea board: the farm crawl.
This is Lily meeting the father of our Thanksgiving dinner (I hope we order in time!)
This is Lily viewing the flock in which we hope to get our heritage breed Turkey. Yum.
I'll post more, see the following posts. :)
Have you ever toured a factory or mass producing meat place? The animals can be forced fed, kept in small pens, force bred, treated like animals, and then lined up for slaughter. Conveyor belt processing of their carcass into food. Chicken nuggets for example: made from chicken slurry. OMG. Yuck.
Anyway, we found this great event through an announcemnt on our locl homeschool idea board: the farm crawl.
This is Lily meeting the father of our Thanksgiving dinner (I hope we order in time!)
This is Lily viewing the flock in which we hope to get our heritage breed Turkey. Yum.
I'll post more, see the following posts. :)
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
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