Our farm is perched atop one of the many bluffs above the Cannon River. The road leading to it is, at times, steep and winding, as befits a dead-end gravel road. The land is open and hilly - you would be hard pressed to find a level area of any great size. The horizon is a patchwork of fields and stands of trees.
The farm itself is small, but sufficient. The eleven acres are divided between the house and backyard, a small kitchen garden with our roses, raspberries, and a few vegetables, a large lower garden with potatoes, beans, and the like, the buildings, an orchard, the pasture, and a hayfield.
Our animals are many and varied. Presenting them largest to smallest we have:
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| Amy, before she was dehorned |
Our Jersey milk cow, Amy. She is due to calve in April. Unfortunately, we dried her up this past spring in anticipation for a calve she never had. We all miss her milk terribly, though none so much as my youngest brother, who would probably drink a half gallon of milk a day if we let him.
Next in the rank of size would be my puppy, Sophie. She is 17 months old, so about full grown. Good thing, because right now she's as tall as I am when she stands on her hind legs, and easily twice the size of my niece. Not bad for a female Newfoundland. :)
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| Dutchess and Sophie |
We also have a female Golden Retriever, Dutchess. She's my mom's dog, and I think she believes my mother is the only one above her in the pack. And she knows how to use "the force" to open doors. I'm serious. She stares at them until they open. And with so many obliging humans about, they usually do eventually.
Then we have the turkeys. I think we are down to one big Tom strutting around. For a long time we always had three that would travel together. They were known as the godfathers, and were something like the farm mascots. Our current Tom is a mere nephew. And there are two turkey hens running around. Finally, my second brother has a flock of 10 blue slate/ wild turkey crosses he hatched out this past spring. Needless to say, we are set for Thanksgiving.
Next (by size) would be Max and Maxine, our two Peking Ducks. You can see Maxine's story here. Max was picked up at the fair last month, since Maxine seemed a little lonely for one of her own kind.
Not that we don't have more ducks. We also have 2 Muscovies (I love Muscovy ducks) and 4 Runners. All hens, so those flocks will gradually shrink away to nothing, I suppose.
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| Dutchess and Hawkeye |
Finally is Hawkeye. She is my brothers' pet bantam hen. She flies! Well, she flies really well for a chicken, anyhow. She hatched out a nest full of eggs over the summer, too. The estimate was that she had 20 chicks with her, but I don't know if they are all her own. (And if you think that is a lot of chickens, you should see the 100 we butcher every summer for the freezers. More on that here.)
Not quite finished! We also have guineas. If you are not familiar with guineas, they are funny looking birds that make a lot of noise and eat a lot of bugs. I don't know how many of those there are, because we have two or three flocks that roam free. I would guess 20+, though. Some were hatched this year and actually survived. Guineas tend to be very good nesters, but terrible parents.
And there are 3 rabbits. Can't tell you a thing about them, except that they are very soft and don't like Sophie.
And then there are the cats. My brother says there are ten. Who am I to argue? Actually, most of the above data came from my dear brothers.
Oh yes, according to the youngest, my brothers also count as part of the menagerie.
So between Amy and Sophie, add one brother, and between Sophie and Dutchess add three.
And that is the farm.
Most of our meat is produced here.
We had 2 pigs, until they became pork in late July.
Most of our calves grow up to be steak. Because this reality, we name them accordingly. So far, we have eaten:
Beefsteak
Sir Loin
Chuck Roast
Porter
and T-Bone.
Rump(elstiltsken) Roast was spared from our freezer - he was sold into the neighbors beef herd. There may have been others, but I don't remember. The next one will probably be Flank......or Homeless (1000 bonus points if you know the source of that one!)
Other animals that have come and gone over the years are geese, mules (borrowed mules,) horses, and two goats that made us certain we would never get goats again. And I suppose you could also count the fish in the water tanks, and the turtle in the garden, and the hermit crab that boarded with us for a couple of weeks before we gave it as a birthday gift to my niece. So basically, the only things we haven't tried are sheep, llamas, and alpacas. Can you eat alpacas? Alpaca sandwich for lunch... :) Oh, and we've never had ostriches. Or peacocks. Hmmm....I guess we have a few more animals to try out. Homing pigeons always sounded like fun, too….then there are quail and pheasants that could be added….elk….donkeys….monkeys...
***Update 10/4/12***
Sadly, Sophie had to be returned to her breeder last week. She was having a really hard time bonding with us, and I suspect she may have been abused by her previous owner, judging from some of her very unusual behavior over the past year. Because I didn't realize this right away, I was not able to gain her trust, and probably did even more damage. We'll miss her, but hopefully now she'll find a home she will be happy in.
I suppose if I convinced myself that I don't NEED anything new, that it would just be nice, I might find something - but I still have to fight with today's fashions. 
is a sweet story about a young boy witnessing the events leading up to the Resurrection. We follow Benjamin as he sees Jesus come into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday, as he helps prepare the upper room for the Passover, as he sees Christ carry his cross, and finally as he sees the stone that was rolled from the tomb, as well as many steps along the way. As the story progresses, he collects things from each event and puts him in the box his grandfather gave him. This is a great story to read to children during Holy Week, because they see the events from the perspective of a child like themselves. You can buy the 
to go with this book and there are Easter eggs with each of the items Benjamin collected. Or, you can turn it into a scavenger hunt and create your own treasure box with items collected around the house.
, I admit, does not say anything about the true meaning of Easter. It is about the Easter Bunny, or rather many Easter Bunnies. Still, it is one of my favorite stories from my childhood. It is also an excellent reminder that you can't judge a book by it's cover. The cover of this sweet tale suggests that it is a "modern feminist tale." I disagree. I think it is a very traditional look at motherhood. The country bunny always dreamed of being one of the official Easter Bunnies, running around the world delivering baskets of eggs to children. However, she found herself mother of no less than twenty-one children. When they were very young, she undoubtably spent much time running after them, but as they got older, she trained her children well, until they were able to keep house as well as she could. So now she has time to go be an Easter bunny once a year. What's more, her children have kept her young and strong trying to keep up with the all, so she is able to compete with the much bigger bunnies for the job of Easter bunny. I thing this story highlights the importance of diligence, kindness, perseverance, industry, and knowing that there is a time for everything. And the illustrations are adorable!
was written by a Catholic Priest, and tells the story of a little bunny who was the first to witness the Resurrection. I admit, I don't know for sure if I have read this book, but I do recall the story, and I think that by explaining the Easter Bunny to children this way, they are able to make the connection between the colored eggs, the baskets of candy, and the bunny and the Easter Story. For those who find the Easter bunny a fondly remembered part of childhood, or who have family who insist on sharing the story with your children, this is a great story.
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