This Is the Life


Two strainer pots of chevre draining in my fridge.
Can’t wait. I love goat cheese. I’m really enjoying having dairy goats again, especially better behaved dairy goats. And just as important as the cheese, the goats are filling a gap while Glory Bee is dried off awaiting her next calf. I like being able to provide my own dairy, and don’t like it when I can’t. I can manage breedings to have cows and goats dried off at different times, and finally be able to provide my own milk year-round. For most of the last seven or eight years, I’ve been able to provide my own eggs–and happily, the chickens are back up to nearly two dozen eggs a day now, which is plenty for ourselves and to gift to family and to sell. But I haven’t been able to always have my own milk, between challenges with finding a bull and times with my cow dried off awaiting calving.

Blossom, our new dairy cow addition, will be coming to the farm sometime next month, and is due to calve in June. Glory Bee, Dumplin, and Moon Pie are due to calve in April. We’ll have four calves on the farm this year, and one of them will be earmarked for beef. We’ve got meat birds coming in a few weeks to provide our own chicken. The layers are providing eggs, and goats and cows provide the milk, and we’re building a pig pen soon. We bought two hogs from a local farmer last year, and just bought a sheep from a local farmer–which went straight to the butcher. If I’m not growing it myself, I like to buy from local farmers, right off the farm. A Hereford bull will be coming soon (our own bull!), and probably a Hereford cow, and the bull will be breeding all of the girls this year. It’s been a long time coming to provide all of my own meat on the farm, but this year, we’re going to get there. Since last year, I’ve had the help and partnership of a very sweet man who is just as into this life as I am. It makes a huge difference. He works a full-time job off the farm, of course, and I work full-time between writing this website (when I can!) and holding workshops. I have workshops scheduled for almost every weekend this year, and I’m already deep in planning, sourcing supplies, shopping for supplies, taking registrations, making products to sell, and all sorts of preparations including cleanups and setups and other work around the farm related to the variety of workshops I’ll be doing this year.

Meanwhile, I’m milking goats twice a day. My morning round of chores checking/feeding/milking all the animals takes over an hour. Then there’s washing and packing eggs, cleaning the milking equipment, bottle feeding the babies–it all takes time. I work on workshop emails and other workshop-related things, try to get posts on my website when I can–I often plan posts then don’t have time to write them! And then I’m back at the barn at noon for another round of checking on animals (winter requires a lot more attention to the livestock), and then trying to squeeze in laundry and cooking and other life stuff, then back in the evening to the barn for another round of milking and chores.
I’m ready to drop in the bed by dusk. Last evening, we got back from the barn and a big wind had blown a loose piece of siding off the studio so drop-dead time had to be put off to hammer it back on while I held the ladder. In the rain.

Even Glory Bee is tired.
None of this is intended as complaint, though. I LOVE THIS LIFE! But it’s intended as reality check if you’re dreaming of a farm. It can seem very idyllic from afar, and in some ways it is idyllic! Except when it’s not. Most small family farmers I know are working full-time jobs around farming. It’s a hard life with long days and unexpected challenges at every turn. Challenge is exciting, and probably one of the many reasons I love farming, but it can be exhausting also. Farming is one of the most rewarding, beautiful lifestyles in the world. It’s also one of the toughest, in wind and rain and snow and sun.

It’s snowing again here, by the way.
But if you’re ready for that kind of commitment….
This is the life.

P.S. And then the power went out and didn’t come on till 5:30 last night, so this posting was delayed from yesterday. Life in the country!

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on February 26, 2016  

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  1. 2-26

    You will be so busy with all your new babies! I am curious as to why you wash the eggs? Many years ago, back in the 1970’s, when we had chickens I never washed them, it takes the protective coating off.

  2. 2-26

    Marigene, yes, the bloom protects the egg, and eggs don’t have to be refrigerated until they’re washed. We change the nesting bedding every other day and pick up eggs three times a day–and the eggs still get dirty with all the hens getting in and out of the boxes and occasionally dropping one outside the boxes, so yes, I wash them then refrigerate them.

  3. 2-26

    I’m happy that you are living the life you love with such a good man. I’m sure going to miss your posts when all of the workshops & retreats begin!

  4. 2-26

    I’ll still be in in and out as often as I can!

  5. 2-28

    This is a great post for anyone wanting to live on a farm and have animals. This tells it like it is. You have to love the life and be committed to it. We have a new neighbor who is not young but is new to country life (20 acres) and the only animals he has are some steers and two horses (never ridden them). He constantly talks about how there is something to be done every single day. I had warned him that it was never done! He keeps trying to catch up and be finished….silly man!

  6. 2-29

    Yay for happy busyness, and someone to share it with! :)

  7. 2-29

    While new goats come and play nice… there will never be another CLOVER! She was the diva goat of your website for several years.

  8. 3-2

    Suzanne–“you’ve come a long way baby” you certainly should be congratulated on all of you accomplishments, you have become pretty much a self sustaining farm, and you have done it pretty much on your own, with some help here of late, but the long hours of hard work have paid off and the times of awful worry seem to be pretty much behind you now. You should be very proud of all you have accomplished.

  9. 3-8

    Sounds like you need some help!! Can I come and “apprentice”??? Please?! I will run away from my life in the armpit of south Texas and come learn to manage a working farm… can I, huh? Can I, please!
    (tongue in cheek, of course)

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