Bubba the Soprano

And then a horrid sound from the back yard filled the air.  I panicked at once wondering what it could be.  It for all the world sounded like an injured baby goat.  I followed the dreadful noise to the chicken coop where Bubba found his voice.  His adolescent cords trying ever so hard to crow.  So,…

A Little Urban Farm

The lines of my urban farm are not straight.  The butter lettuce comes up weaving like a snake across its plot along side peas who are trying to climb the lattices set forth.  Each section of my front yard is a country.  The rainbow is Ireland.  In Ireland I have planted traditional foods, such as…

Farmgirl School Blog

I have a lovely blog called Farmgirl School that I have been writing for over four years.  I was feeling a little pouty, let’s be honest, when I started Medicine Wolf (woe is me, I don’t have a farm) but now on the brink of being back on an urban farm and one that we own,…

For the Love of Chickens

The sight of a chicken pecking at the ground while cooing sweetly.  Watching the joy of finding a grasshopper and laughing as one run away with it in it’s beak while the others run in single file trying to retrieve it.  The dust rising as the girls lounge luxuriously in their dust baths, their glee evident.  The…