There’s a chore I’ve been putting off for some time, that I know will be one of the more unpleasant things I’ve encountered so far on our little farm. It’s time to thin my chicken flock.
Reflections at the end of a Midwestern growing season.
I've been canning, freezing, and dehydrating summer's bounty to enjoy in winter. But it bothers me that all these methods use substantial amounts of electricity. Readers, help me out?
Living things have a habit of not doing what you expect them to. But sometimes plants and animals can go places you aren't intending, and the consequences can be minor ... or catastrophic.
How far do you go to treat a farm animal? Balancing animal welfare, farm economics, and government means making tough calls.
It's like Easter in September on my farm, where "free range" seems to mean "free to lay your eggs anywhere but in your nice, spacious coop."
This year's mosquitoes are sucking all the life out of summer on a farm in Nebraska.
In 1999, there were three grape vineyards in Iowa. Now there are 230. But each could be wiped out by a commonly applied pesticide called 2, 4-D.
When the tomatoes turn red and the corn is so tall I can't even reach the top by jumping, I get a hankering for funnel cake, sno-cones, and the tilt-a-whirl. It must be county fair season in the Midwest! But while those things are still on offer, other traditions are disappearing.