Like many others, my husband and I are homesteaders who are learning to be more self-sufficient, but, because we have a lot to learn yet, we need money coming in from outside sources. This means we must find a balance between our homesteading work and work outside the home.
The first and only time I’ve eaten roadkill was last fall when I ate a deer my husband accidentally hit on our road in rural Maine late one night. The experience was a profound one for me, so, the next day, I told my deer story on Facebook. A dear friend of mine, a born and raised Mainer wrote, “You’ve eaten roadkill. You’re a real Mainer now!”
I’m a writer, an online professor, a farmer, a wife, and a mom. None of these jobs offer health insurance for me and my family, so our family purchases our health insurance through the Affordable Care Act. We work hard, but we try to work differently. If you read my blog, you know we’re learning […]
This week, the BDN reported that the Maine Department of Agriculture, Conservation and Forestry has cleared the out-of-state egg producer, Hillandale Farms, of charges of animal cruelty in one of its Maine facilities in Turner. Last May, undercover video was released of the facility, and the video showed chickens living in deplorable conditions. According to […]
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about my anxiety surrounding our first “one bad day” as farmers. We had 14 chickens to process, and I had never experienced anything like it before. For me, it was a tough day. A long day. A draining day—and my husband did most of the work. Still, that […]
I’ve tried three times in my life to be a vegetarian. The longest I ever made it without eating meat was about 9 months. One day, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I went to a local burger joint and scarfed a giant cheeseburger. It was so good, and though I felt quite guilty, I […]
It has been just over a year since we brought home our first baby chickens, and they’re all big girls now. We got another set of babies in March, but they’re almost big girls, and just this week, they moved into the “big girl house,” the chicken coop. I was so worried about this big […]