Category: Backyard Homesteading

  • So here’s the deal: out of all our chickens, only one has decided to pull her weight in the breakfast department. Her name? Joe Beaknett (yes, like from The Office—don’t judge, it fits her). And listen, Joe may be the lone ranger in egg production, but she is consistent. One egg a day. Like clockwork. Now, Joe refuses to use the nice, cozy…

  • Life Lately on the Homestead: Goats, Chickens, and a Sleep-Deprived Mom

    Life Lately on the Homestead: Goats, Chickens, and a Sleep-Deprived Mom

    If you’ve ever wondered what it’s like to live on a homestead, imagine a reality TV show that’s part Duck Dynasty, part Animal Planet, and part Survivor — but without the million-dollar prize at the end. Things have been… let’s call it energetic around here. Charles: The Goat Who Refuses to Goat Charles, our bottle…

  • Life Lesson #47 from the Homestead: Goats, Poop, and Blueberries (?)

    Life Lesson #47 from the Homestead: Goats, Poop, and Blueberries (?)

    So today my son Skylar had his first up-close-and-personal encounter with goat poop. 🐐💩 And y’all… the moment was nothing short of magical. And mildly traumatic. But mostly magical. There he was, standing in awe, just living his best farm-kid life, when Gina decided it was time to… lighten the load. Right in front of…

  • How I Accidentally Started a Goat Cult in My Backyard: A Love Story in Screams and Headbutts

    How I Accidentally Started a Goat Cult in My Backyard: A Love Story in Screams and Headbutts

    It all started so innocently. Just one goat, I said. A modest beginning. A peaceful, pastoral moment. I had it all planned: one sweet 9-month-old mama goat and her tiny, squishy 16-day-old buckling. That’s it. Simple. Reasonable. Responsible. HAHAHAHA. That was Day One. By Day Two, I was waking my poor, unsuspecting mother up before the sun had…

  • Settling In, Sorta… Kinda… Not Really

    Settling In, Sorta… Kinda… Not Really

    We’ve officially landed in our new home. Not like a graceful plane landing, but more like a bumpy emergency landing with a baby pig on board and at least one bag of snacks spilling mid-turbulence. Are we “settled”? Define settled, please. Still Hauling, Still Hoping Let’s start with the obvious: we’re still moving. Not like…

  • We Moved! It Was Wet, Wild, and My IKEA Desk Didn’t Make It

    We Moved! It Was Wet, Wild, and My IKEA Desk Didn’t Make It

    Well, We’re Here… Technically We moved. Which sounds simple enough until I tell you it was pouring, hailing, and the only thing more slippery than the Tommy gate on that moving truck was my last shred of sanity. But hey—when you’ve got a herd of family members ready to tackle it like a full-contact sport,…

  • Boxes, Bandaids, and Big Dreams: We’re On the Move 🏡

    Here’s the thing about moving: it always sounds like a fresh start and a beautiful adventure… until you’re knee-deep in cardboard chaos, your children are emotionally unraveling over a broken Happy Meal toy, and you’re attempting to tape boxes with one functioning hand and a roll of duct tape that’s fighting for its life. But yes, we’re…

  • 🐶 From One Pet to a Backyard Zoo: How We Accidentally Built a Homestead

    🐶 From One Pet to a Backyard Zoo: How We Accidentally Built a Homestead

    So let me start by saying… 13 years ago my husband and I agreed to be a one-pet household. Just one dog. Simple, clean, manageable. Fast forward to today: We now have 2 dogs, 6 fish, 8 chickens, twin boys, and approximately zero self-control when it comes to cute animals. But let’s rewind a little.