chickens, farming, Feed Store, goats, horses, Things I Enjoy

One Thing At A Time

We’re coming up on the two-week mark of running the feed store, and I have to remind myself every day that there is a honeymoon phase to every adventure in life – you know what I’m talking about, right? That time period when everything is bliss, and nothing seems to hard to tackle.

I can’t even fathom a bad day at the feed store. It just doesn’t even seem possible. Every day I wake up, and I’m almost afraid I’m going to realize it was a dream that came while I was asleep…and then I pinch myself and get to enjoy that this is instead, a dream come true.

The ideas I have are endless….I have to keep a notepad near me always. As more ideas come to me, I’m afraid of losing the last one that came to mind. I want to do all the ideas…NOW.

We have our grand opening shindig happening on March 31st from 9am-6pm, and we cannot wait to see every one for that! We are going to have vendors, food, games, and fun. We’ll even be hiding Easter eggs inside and out for the kids to find.

We will have a photographer on scene to capture fabulous photos of your kids! Her name is Paula Lynell and you can find her on Facebook.

I am honored that you continue to shop at the feed store even though it changed hands. I hope to build a relationship with you, to come to know you better with every visit.

I have an event planned for April, and for May, too!

One of my priorities for the feed store is to continue the family friendly legacy, and to drive connection in the community. While I want the feed store to always be a place to get farming and pet staples (like feed and tack) I also want the feed store to be a place of connection between local growers/artisans and the community.

I hope you’ll stop by today and say hi! And I hope you’ll bring the family out on March 31st to celebrate with us.

Until next time…wordswag_1519782540149.png



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The Daily Grind

When I launched this blog and site, I had such high hopes of writing every day to tell the story of our farm. This was my space to explore all the rattling in my head, all of the learning, all of the lessons, and jot it down, and make sense of it, and share it with any one that was interested in the journey of our little farm.

Then life happened, and sometimes in the daily grind, I don’t find myself with time to come write it all out. This is a sad fact for me, one that causes me a bit of frustration. See, I’m a writer by nature, and writing out all of the things that float through my head really helps me sort things out and solidify ideas.

Our farm is in a holding pattern, things are just business as usual at the moment. The chicks haven’t started laying eggs yet, but we’ve wrangled our other two hens and a rooster, and they are all cooping together quite well. We are getting a few eggs from the two hens each week. The ducks are not happy about the cold days, especially when a layer of ice takes over the pond. They come running for dinner, but they still aren’t the friendly pets my kids wish they were.

Risky is lame more than she is not – in fact, at this point, only the kids ride her. I don’t expect her to tote me around with her foot aching. So the boys catch her and use the round pen to climb up on her, and they wander around on her a few times a week. I love that they get to do that now. I long to ride, in fact, my heart aches for a time when I get to climb aboard a horse once more, and ride my afternoon away. I’ve been praying for a solution, but it’s not in the books to go buy another horse right now.

My goats are doing well. When Shimmy dried off, I went through a phase where I was very frustrated with myself for spending what could have been sound horse money on goats. But I had to accept that everything in life has an opportunity cost – taking one opportunity always means saying no to a different one. Once we are in the spring season, with cute baby goats, and milk again, I think it will be easier to remember why I picked goats. The fact that they all come running for scritches whenever I set foot outside is a big help in reminding me that my life just wouldn’t be the same without them.

We did decide that 9 goats was a few goats too many, so we thinned out. Our buckling found a home with girls he wasn’t related to, and three of our does found homes, all with kids to play with like they are used to. One family needed a doe for milk for a kiddo that is lactose intolerant, and the other two does went to a Grandpa because his grandkids were begging him for goats.

That leaves us with 5 goats to enjoy each and every day – 5 is a much more manageable number, and while it was a tough decision, I know we made the right one.

Our livestock guardian dogs do an incredible job fending off predators all night long. We haven’t lost any of our critters to the lurkers. Ana, our female LGD, did get torn up pretty bad just before Thanksgiving – bad enough that she spend several days and nights in the house, locked away in my bedroom/bathroom to recuperate. If you’ve ever met my LGD’s, you know the house isn’t where they want to be. Poor girl, every time she heard her partner Anakin alerting outside, she was restless.

Thanks to a dear friend and her advice and salve, and my precious momma’s extra hands and know how, we were able to get Ana on the road to recovery and today she is as good as new. She is running and playing and making my heart happy with her antics. I was quite worried about my sweet Ana dog.

I’ll be back, hopefully with some measure of consistency, as we continue to learn and grow and love this little country life of ours.

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Fodder Feeding


I started with these plastic totes for $0.97 each. I grabbed the lids, too, just in case they came in handy later. I got this drill/screwdriver for $14.97. I drilled holes that were too small in the beginning, so I had to go back and re-drill my holes. I’ve found the 1/8″ in holes are the right 20170926_082742size for these tubs, my fodder growth, and the drainage I want. I tried two small sizes before landing on 1/8″ in holes. I also recommend drilling from the inside of the tubs to the outside – often the drilling leaves behind a ridge or tall spot, and by drilling out, that spot doesn’t impede drainage.

I drill 4 holes across, and 6 holes down for a total of 24 drainage holes in the bottom of each tub.

20170926_082807While I was at the store, I got paint sticks to be able to stack my tubs on top of each other. I expected to be able to stack all 6 or 7 days of growing trays on top of each other. In reality, I only felt comfortable stacking 3 trays on top of a drain tray (so 4, total).

I grow my fodder for 6 days before feeding it.

I was sprouting 4 cups of barley per tray, but decided that was too thick, and realized I was overfeeding, so I’ve backed that off to 2.5 cup of barley per tray. I dilute 2 TB of bleach in a water bottle and after washing the trays, I spray them with my bleach


solution. I don’t rinse the bleach out. I do the same with my mason soak jars, and I put

the new seeds to soak in the jar while it’s still

damp with the bleach solution, then I add warm water until the seeds are covered. I rinse them after 12 hours of soaking, then fill the jar with warm water again, and let them soak for an additional 12 hours. (When something happens and the seeds only soak for 12 hours, I feel like they don’t grow out as well.)


I stack my trays and water from top down, every day. Then, after 6 days of growing, I feed them. I’m on a system now, so even if the growth isn’t ideal, I still feed that day’s fodder. Sprouted grains, and fodder with less growth is still much more nutritious for my herd than processed feeds or a missed meal.

This fodder system reduced my feed bill from $1000/month down to $300/month. Fodder was a learn and do it now, or sell animals thing for me. I’m thankful it started up and started growing without too much of a hitch. If you have any questions, comment below!