Woke up this morning, went to make coffee, looked out the window, and saw a HUGE HAWK hanging out INSIDE my chicken coop! Unacceptable. (Hawks eat chickens). So, I immediately headed out to battle the talon-wielding beast, [Read more…]
Life on the Farm
Well, at the moment it's not so much a farm as about an acre of land in the suburbs with some fruit trees, a few dairy goats, and a bunch of chickens. It's Farm-ish. :)
How to turn an old pair of jeans into a cute maxi skirt.
January 25, 2013
I love maxi skirts. They’re comfortable, you look put together without trying too hard, and best of all, you don’t have to worry about being lady-like while wearing them – you can go about your farm chores (or go bowling…) without flashing anyone. I’ve had a hard time finding a cute casual one, so I decided to turn this pair of jeans into a super cute maxi skirt. My sewing skills are not at all great, so pretty much anyone that can turn on a sewing machine can do it. Here’s the tutorial. [Read more…]
Pumpkin 2012
Peabody gets to “carve” his own pumpkin each year. He usually loves playing fetch with them, but this year he was more interested in eating it than playing with it. The goats and chickens watched patiently, waiting for their chance to grab a bite. The horse was not at all interested in this pumpkin business.
Looks like it’s time to give the dog a bath. : )
Neutering the Rabbit
October 29, 2012
Well, the rabbit was neutered on Thursday. It was a tough call, because I know neutering rabbits is risky, but I’ve read some horror stories about male rabbits becoming aggressive as hormones kick in. And then there’s the marking. Milk Bone had been completely litterbox trained up until a few weeks ago, when he decided the living room sofa was an appropriate place to go. Overall, I decided it would be best to neuter him now, before the marking and other bad behaviors really kick in, and while he’s still young and can bounce back easily. [Read more…]
Raw Bones
October 17, 2012
I’ve been trying to get Peabody to eat raw bones for years. He typically sniffs them and walks away, seemingly offended, like I’m trying to poison him. [Read more…]
