Peripatetic philomaths…focusing on what's really important, eating ethically and cleanly, fermenting, foraging/wildcrafting, practicing herbalism, and being responsible stewards of our land. Sharing our photos, musings, and learnings. Still seeking our tribe.
Walking through a pasture yesterday, I spied something white in the long grass and discovered that it was a partial skull (the mandible is missing, and it’s flipped upside down). The deer to whom the skull belongs has clearly been dead for a while, and given the austere time of year, its remains could have been scavenged by some hungry animal and the skull left where the meal ended.
Small herds of deer visit our property, grazing and resting, from time to time. Maybe this was one of those visiting deer or its offspring.
I can’t help but wonder how it came to rest here…dragged by a coyote, perhaps? It’s stark reminder of the fleeting and fragile nature of life, especially for creatures that are wild and free.
Are you wondering why we post frequently about about meatless meals, since we raise and process our own livestock? Does it seem contradictory to eat animals we raise and also eat vegetarian (or vegan) food? It’s really not…and it’s part of a healthy flexitarian diet.
Castor likes to conserve his energy until he needs to expend it, like when it’s mealtime…or there’s a strong possibility of belly rubs. Until then, he’s content to snuggle into his bedding and watch the goings-on from there.
I see this view of the barn every day, but it captured my interest (and merited a photo) on Thursday, when the light caught these bowls in an appealing way. Though largely monochromatic, dirty, and worn, it said “homestead” to me…where I often find myself dirty and tired, but where the adventure never ends! 😉
It’s a special time of day: I’m sitting in the breakfast “nook” in my kitchen in early morning, sipping chai tea, listening to Yaz (and wondering if the song “Only You ” reminds me more of The [British] Office or Fringe) and letting the creative juices flow. I luxuriate in the quiet and solitude, knowing that – right now – the Oxford comma rules supreme here. After years of trying different professional roles, I’ve finally come to the point where I realize that I am, first and foremost, a writer…and everything else will be inextricably interwoven with that identity.
I can honestly say that I have numerous hatches under my belt: chickens, ducks, geese, and guinea fowl. Each hatch is different, and, sometimes, they don’t have good outcomes; fortunately, that’s not how they usually go. The last duck hatch, however, resulted in just one duckling emerging from five developing eggs. What in the world do you do with a single, lonely, duckling…in winter?