Chicken Run

Chicken Run

This is Mabel. She deliberately runs away from me. She watches me, and runs when she knows I’m not looking. One second she’s there, I turn to yell at the one of the dogs who are always barking, and bam! Mabel is gone. Little chicken feet racing across the yard, through the brush, into the woods, across the street, and into the neighbours yard.  The neighbour that is three houses…

Start with the Heart

Start with the Heart

  There is madness happening in my house right now. The chickens are establishing a new pecking order, so continuous fights keep breaking out. My dog Dexter mysteriously had his collar chewed off yesterday, and neither he nor his large and goofy partner in crime, Bowser, are telling me what happened. I just finished up canning for the year, and for some reason keep finding jars everywhere whenever I think…

Canning Pineapple

Canning Pineapple

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved pineapple. She would eat it at breakfast, she would eat it at snack time, she would even eat it at midnight.  She also had many baking recipes that called for this heavenly fruit, and she would always add it in with love. Sadly this girl lived in Canada, where no precious pineapple grew. She was gifted with two pineapple plants…

Why I got Goats

Why I got Goats

In light of my last goat post I Hate Goats, several people have been asking me why did I ever get goats to begin with? In short because, and I quote in a annoying baby talk voice, “it’s such a cute wittle goat”. That’s why.  The end. No seriously though, why did I want goats? My love for goats starts way back in time when I was knee high to…

I Hate Goats!

I Hate Goats!

I have a confession to make.  I HATE goats. I don’t just hate goats, I HATE goats. It is my own fault.  I was completely willing to jump onto the goat train with hardly any thought.  I knew a lot about how good goat’s milk is for you, plus the thought of having all that fresh milk sounded so wonderful.  I was completely excited about homemade cheese, butter, ice cream,…

Going Home

Going Home

Perhaps it’s because I can finally start to feel Fall approaching.  Perhaps it’s because it will soon be time to start fruitcake for Christmas.  Maybe even because it will soon be time to pick apples, harvest pumpkins, and finish up canning for the year.  It could be because in a matter of days my kitchen will be wafting the heavenly smell of cinnamon and spice all over the neighbourhood. Or…