We’re a pair of thirty-somethings, who’d had enough of town life. We both like to read books, travel, and take photographs.
I happen to really like plaid flannel shirts. And good food. Doing things myself. Learning new stuff. And, sometimes, just sitting down and thinking about things. I’m not fond of the term ‘hippie’, but my husband insists I am one.
Hubby likes peace and quiet, and is enjoying getting back in touch with the rhythms of nature. He’s into Tai Chi, stargazing, and philosophy. He is excited about trying his hand at gardening and animal husbandry, and seems to be quite talented with both.
Our ultimate goal is to become more self-sufficient in meeting our needs, and somehow escaping the worst parts of ‘the system’ – the industrial food system, the keeping-up-with-the-Jonses commercialism, the Hummer-driving, every-man-for-himself, angry, soulless capitalist crap that is destroying our communities and our planet. We are interested in eco-friendly living, local and sustainable food systems, permaculture, and engaging with the natural world by just getting out and being in it, whether we’re wildcrafting, taking pictures, or just hanging out.
Here are the rest of our comrades in this little adventure:
Pookie came with us on our move to the Acreage, but unfortunately, he will never see the farm. He had a good long life, having been rescued as a kitten in 1995, and been told by the vet that he would not survive the week. He exceeded expectations, and was a wonderful, loyal, snuggly pet for every one of his 16 years.
Trouble and Chaos are sisters we rescued in 2009. They were abused, and skittish – so skittish that, three years later, Trouble is still near-impossible to capture, and does not tolerate being petted or held. Pretty to look at, though.
Foxy the dog was yet another rescue, in 2003. She is probably a chicken killer (and certainly a rabbit killer), and has prompted us to make strong fences. She’s a people-lovin’ dog who is a great companion, though. (We lost Fox to cancer in the fall of 2013, and after ten years of having her at my side, I still miss her dearly).
Cherry has the wimpiest name ever, for a guard dog, but she does her job quite well. She’s a goofy, playful pooch, until someone tries to come in the house, at which point, she’s 120 pounds of menace. She has the most disgusting farts ever, and drools a lot. She snores, too. She’s lucky she’s cute!
Stevie “The Stomach” joined the Acreage in June, 2011. He’s a surprisingly good mouser for a cat who is so fat he’s almost square. He is a little skittish, and will only be petted if he chooses to come to you, but he will always come for the food dish…(Stevie had some sort of accident in the fall of 2014…we found him paralyzed in the hay shed. The vet said there was nothing he could do, which was very sad, as Stevie was such a nice puss.)
Bobby “The Velvet Assassin” is the second of three SPCA cats we got for the barn. She is a killer on patrol, but is actually quite the soft, friendly thing, once she consents to be picked up.
Molly Underfoot thinks she’s a dog. And an indoor dog, at that. She will follow the Humans everywhere, including right into the house. The other dogs on the Acreage don’t bother her one tiny bit, but she doesn’t like cats very much. Molly spends most of her time on the porch, waiting for the Humans to come out to play, or else in the garden where her humans hang out…
We ordered fifty chickens a few weeks after taking possession of the Acreage, and 52 little yellow fluff balls arrived at the end of May. We have red and silver laced Wyandottes, as well as something the hatchery described as a “Plymouth Rock collection” – we have white ones, buff ones, barred rocks, and a couple of chickens that I don’t think are anything-rocks at all! All of the chickens are dual-purpose breeds, which means the girls will be passable layers, and the boys will be passable meat birds. We do plan to keep a few roosters, though, to see if we can get at least a few of the girls to set a clutch or two of chicks for us…
Gallus Maximus was the first rooster to look very rooster-ish. Considering he’s been named, I suppose we will keep him. (We did, until he, too, died…we’re now on Gallus III)
Missy, Saffron, Tuscan, and Silly are the goats. Saffron is my milker, and is the calm and stoic one of the bunch. Missy is an overgrown kid, and Silly and Tuscan are just babies, though growing fast. These are the base breeding stock for our little goat herd. The goats joined the Acreage in June, 2011.
Hiccup and Snark are a pair of yearling alpacas who joined the herd in July, 2011. Their job is to keep Tuscan company when he is separated from the girls, and be flock protectors. They are actually not very tame, which is really unfortunate, since they look like Japanese Anime cartoons come to life, and I really, really want to pet them. A lot.
Skye joined the Acreage in late August, 2011, a replacement the breeder sent for Silly, who developed a physical deformity. She is the smallest of the goats, but seems to hold her own at the food trough. I think she’ll fit in just fine…
Poppy came to us somewhat ‘accidentally’ in October, 2011, but that’s okay, she fits right in with the rest of the ragged crew…she’s some sort of smart mutt, too – learned ‘sit’, ‘lie down’, ‘drop it’, ‘leave it’, and ‘stop whining’ almost overnight.
Baby M joined us in June 2012. He’s still deciding what he’s going to be when he grows up, but he sure likes being outside!
Baby J came along in July 2014, and is quite possibly the smiliest baby, ever!
And that’s all About Us (updated spring 2015)!