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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor

April

The Architect

Clay

Coming Soon to Coal Creek Farm!

We have been busy catching up with projects that were neglected this past year due to life’s little interruptions aka:  Work, Sports, School, Children and Middle-Age Exhaustion.

It has been wonderful to be on the farm without as many interruptions this summer.

Here’s what I’ll be writing about in the next few days.

The piggies: they live to eat and eat to live.  They are very fun animals.  We built them a new pen this year and it is Hog Heaven!

The Porch Guru. He uses his magical drafting brush to fix rotten boards in the porch.  We question why the jeans have not become shorts, they must be a part of his mystical powers of porch fixing.

The imaginary brick path built by the invisible 15yo son.  This is Seth’s summer project.  I’m thinking it might be his fall and winter project as well.  I’m also thinking I might start spewing green slime if I don’t see him out there working on it. The 6yo has nothing to do with this project except standing there looking cute and annoying everyone.

The mulch that we discovered for $10 a truck load just down the road from a fella named Big D.  This stuff is changing my life!

A big box that was full of newspapers from the recycling center and now contains salvaged coupons.

The marriage of recycled newspapers and mulch….it’s a beautiful union.

The Shelf Guru.  He braves the scary old basement to build much needed storage shelves for his wife’s new way of shopping.

 

And not pictured, the photos of our chicken that almost became a late night snack for Mr. Coyote and survived.  It’s pretty graphic.  I’ll most likely post it just so you can see what happens when Preacher: Head of Farm Security, falls asleep on the job.

That’s what’s coming up.

I hope you all enjoy the 4th of July with friends, family and fireworks.  Thank you so much for all your sweet compliments about the whole birthday saga.  I’m working on a behind the scenes report from Clay that amazed me and we can have a little Q&A then too.

Okay, line up your pyrotechnics and give them a big hug and kiss for me!

Preacher, head of farm security

Preacher is the head of farm security at Coal Creek Farm. He speaks English with a Columbian accent he learned from our neighbors that stuff him full of tamales, enchiladas, tacos and spiced beef.  He’s great at guarding the farm except when a rogue raccoon invades the barn that is bigger than he is, then he just tells us where the creature is and hides under our bed for the rest of the day. He’s Preacher, the farm dog.

“Attenshion chumans dat leev in my house!  Could chou all gater round dis plasteec bin, I have nouncement.”

“De baby cheeks, de have arrived. I will seecure de preemises to insure der safety. Dey are vedy cute leetle tings, no?”

“Masteer Clay, I promeese wid all my hart dat I weel protect dem.  I promeese.  Also, sorry bout de smelly gasses I had las night, dos tomales were so deeleeshush. Kay?  I love chou.”

“Jees, I love chou little babee cheeks.”

“Now, could sombodee opeen de door? I need to bark at de weend and sky. And I dink de hot tamales are stirring in my gut again. K?  Tank you.”

Training for the Highland Games

See this wooden post?  It’s part of our old pig pen that we dismantled in order to build a new pig pen.  Because that’s what we do on Coal Creek Farm, we tear down stuff, move the stuff to another part of the farm and re-build the same stuff.  Keeps us from getting bored.

I have no idea why I’m laughing, but it probably has something to do with the realization that I’m tearing down a pig pen, because when you think about it….that’s pretty funny.

The ground was soggy the day we tore down the pen so we lifted the posts right out of the ground.  I decided I’d do this one all by my big self.  Do you see how helpful my youngest boy is?  He’s hitting the post with two little wonder bars.  So helpful.

You know those Scottish games where the Highlanders lift the giant poles and throw them?  I think I could do that.  I could be a Scottish Highlander.  I have the freckles.

This might be where I remembered I’m almost 41 years old, out of shape and my back just isn’t what it used to be.  Or…it’s my second attempt to get that dad-gum post out of the ground.

Yep…I got it out all by myself with no help from that little wonder bar boy.  Coming soon to Coal Creek Farm, four new pigs.  Stay tuned!!!