This week I was reminded, again, that I don't have anything figured out. Our dog Tulip had a run-in with a skunk Tuesday morning right outside our back door. Not a direct hit, but close enough. Andrea was standing nearby...
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 This week, as I'm preparing for Thanksgiving, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude. Twenty years ago, Andrea and I started with borrowed land and hand-built chicken coops. No safety net. Just a crazy belief that farming could be done differently....
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The northern lights surprised us with a pink glow over the farm this week. We caught our last batch of chickens this week, all 6,000 of them. Our crew of 16 (half adults, half kids) spent a couple hours loading...
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Our pigs root and wallow through the shaded forests, foraging on fatty acorns, walnuts, wild fruits, and bramble. If you've ever wondered why our pork tastes different, the answer is literally raining down from the trees right now. It's that...
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Our pasture-raised cattle thrive while grazing and roaming freely at the base of the Ozark Mountains. For anyone else out there navigating autoimmune issues, this one's for you. About 15 years ago, I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease. Since...
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