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​Ninety Nine BOTLs of Farm on the Wall

10/10/2019

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Mangalitsa/Berkshire/Large Black piglet, aka a tiny elephant.
Mangalitsa/Berkshire/Large Black piglet, aka a tiny elephant.
Dearest BOTLiebers,

The cool mornings, the pup under a blanket, and the dinner time sunsets all tell us the same thing: another summer is drawing to a close here at BOTL Farm.  As we put the following touches on our third year here in The House, it occurs to us that we have many words to share with you.  Many words.  Gather round the pixels we will sequentially illuminate, and let us illustrate and elaborate on another general farm update:
Pup the farm dog warming up underneath last year's lamb pelts.
Pup the farm dog warming up underneath last year's lamb pelts.

The Sawmill


Our primary sawyer loves this machine as much as our head wood worker, and our sign-maker and lumber curator get behind it nearly as much as our main green cant hook operator.  The whole crowd agrees, sawmills are great if you're a wood worker.  This season we discovered a cherry log on the property, and fortunately for the sawmill, that log was in the way of the barn.  Cherry slabs have fantastic grain color.  We've cut about 8,000 bd-ft of lumber in the last 1.5 years and built many things from it including an animal shelter and a cutting board.  We also recently acquired a commercial-grade 16" planer built in 1985 when one of us hadn't yet been born and polymers were not considered structural.  Soon our boards will all be smooth like a newborn piglet.
Cherry slabs and other rough-sawn lumber from our sawmill.
Cherry slabs and other rough-sawn lumber from our sawmill.

Piglets!

As we mentioned in our previous article, maintaining boy pigs is expensive and aspiring farmers are up to date on the latest AI research.  Our attempts at manually operating the pig duplication machinery have proven effective, and we are proud to say that our two breeder pigs have produced a total of 20 piglets!  This all happened in October. Both pigs gave birth in their pasture paddock overnight.  The pig mothers demonstrated varying proficiencies in choosing whether to build a nest, and in how many inches from the electric fence they thought appropriate to allow their newborns to experiment with walking.  Aside from one small shoulder injury, the piglets all appear to be healthy, curious, and helping themselves to as much milk as possible.  We take this time to reflect on the miracle of life, how glad we are that this worked, and the prospect of having 400 lbs of bacon next spring.
A sleepy pile of piglets with their mom. Or their aunt. No one knows.
A sleepy pile of piglets with their mom. Or their aunt. No one knows.

Rabbits

Have you ever heard that old adage about how "they converse like rabbits"?  You can always rely on rabbits for duplicating themselves, except when you can't.  We're not sure if it was a gamma ray burst, a rare ailment, a magnetic pole reversal, or some other extreme event, but this year we somehow ended up with rabbits that couldn't reproduce.  The rabbits nervously told us this doesn't usually happen, and we told them it was OK, not to worry, and that we had a special place to keep them warm in the freezer.  And thusly we decided to slightly reduce the herd population size to zero and try again in the spring with new rabbits.  Hopefully the kind that know how to converse better.  In the mean time, who wants some rabbit meat ??
Some of our pasture-raised rabbits sitting on top of a shelter in the rain. Wet, wet rabbits.
Some of our pasture-raised rabbits sitting on top of a shelter in the rain. Wet, wet rabbits.

MVP Barn

We built an open air barn with a roof!  In fast moving startups, like farms, they often talk about the "minimum viable product" or MVP and say you should build the smallest thing you can to fill the need, and then start using it and iterate as you go.  Once the roof was on the barn, we realized that was actually all we needed to keep the animal feed dry and we moved on to other projects.  We should really think about putting walls on the barn before winter.  But we now have a 60' x 30' barn with a 16' high roof peak, steel trusses, wooden stud walls, and a metal roof.  It also has a lockable person door installed next to a 30' gap where the next wall will be built.  Honestly the door doesn't close properly anyway.
BOTL Farm's minimally-viable barn: who needs walls anyways?
BOTL Farm's minimally-viable barn: who needs walls anyways?

Sheep and Goats

The herds live on!  We've got the boys and the girls separated still, but we're getting ready to combine them again for winter to produce next year's baby sheep and baby goats.  We did our best at shearing our own sheep this spring, which is a bit like mutton busting while trying to use hair trimmers on a shag carpet soaked in crisco.  We're looking forward to another attempt at that this fall.  Except for on our boy breeder sheep.  He's huge.  Shearing him is going to be like giving a haircut while riding a bull.  Several members of the sheep herd have been selected for a free trip to sheep camp this fall.  They're looking forward to the trip, and we're looking forward to the neatly packed boxes they'll return in!
Freshly shorn ram with marking harness, ready for the ladies.
Freshly shorn ram with marking harness, ready for the ladies.

Interior Fencing

Hard physical labor is not fashionable these days, and if there's one thing the BOTL Farmers are, it's fashionable.  This has not stopped us from clearing miles of fence lines through the forest in the last 14 months and dividing 20 acres of land into 24 main paddocks, each paddock bordered by an electric fence.  The fences uses 4 strands of electric on 3 separate circuits, and the paddocks are inter-connected by a system of 37 electrified gates.  The primary construction is all complete, and we're currently working on the finishing touches, testing, and bring-up of each section of electric fence.  Once finalized, we'll be able to move animals from one paddock to another for rotational grazing all around the farm.
A section of interior fence and gate, using new types of insulators called LockJawz.
A section of interior fence and gate, using new types of insulators called LockJawz.
And that's an update on the farm!  Despite all those words we still didn't cover the latest on the honey bees, the tractor, farm road construction, that one time we got 100 dump trucks of fill delivered and leveled for free, the incident(s) with the bald faced hornets, our experiences with the word "silvopasture", meeting the Yale forestry students and their government counterparts, our annual pigroast, the 20 types of grass we're growing in the front yard, the chickens and the eggs, the farm house, and so much more!  We wish we could share it all, and we'll try real hard to write more soon.  In the mean time, support your local farms, love the world, and stop by BOTL Farm if you're interested in buying any eggs, pork, lamb, rabbit, lumber or soap!  Cheers !
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Grandma, the male Kiko goat and the father of our herd.
Grandma, the male Kiko goat and the father of our herd.
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A Primer on Pasture-Raised Pork (Re)production

5/22/2019

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Lady Breeder on bottom and one of our purebred Berkshire on top. Both gilts sleeping in a pile.
Lady Breeder on bottom and one of our purebred Berkshire on top. Both gilts sleeping in a pile.
To all who stand at the back of the line, hear us now as we relay a story from BOTL. For no reason at all, we will start this blog post with a poem:

There once was a farmer from New Jersey 
who moved outside Hartford in the burbsies
he got lots of sheep who eeped-meeped and peeped
and read 18th-century literature featuring Percy

​Anyways, BOTL Farm believes in the earth, the world, the planet, the future. Much like the sugar cane fermenters in Jamaica, we look around us to find those things that can be distilled into happiness, and since we don't have any sugarcane, we think it probably going to be pork. Our first swine minions came to be upon our lands in the cold part of winter 2018. One of the many good things one can find for sale on Craigslist is heritage-breed piglets. As we have previously pontificated, we reared our first thirteen pigs as though they were our own [Editor notes that since we bought them on Craigslist, they were our own]. We built them shelters, we gave them hard-boiled eggs, we showed them where the mud is, and ultimately we sent a subset of them to pig camp. When they returned from camp in neatly packed boxes, we knew that what we needed was ... more pigs.
Lady Breeder's turn on top.
Lady Breeder's turn on top.
Those of you who passed the 8th grade and/or received a discussion of birds and bees from your guardians will know that one solution to producing more piglets is to collocate a boy pig [Ed: boar] and some girl pigs [Ed: gilts] inside an electrified fence for at least 21 days. However, a boy pig is not only an expensive proposition, but there are few heritage breeders within CT and importing pigs from outside CT is a complicated legal maneuver. We will eventually buy or grow an intact boar for our herd, but it's just not in the cards for the next few months.
Berkshire on Cow-Pig (Mangalitsa-Berkshire cross)
Berkshire on Cow-Pig (Mangalitsa-Berkshire cross)
Another solution is AI. This is where a computer smartly calculates the date to deliver a temperature-controlled box to your door, and as a discerning farmer, you responsibly navigate a wand from the temperature-controlled box into the pig duplication receptacle. Then you chase the pig around the forest with the magic wand. There's another nuance to this story that involves the phrase "dry powdered lube" but we'll cover that later and/or when you're older.
The pigs enjoying a treat from a nearby vegetable farm. The pigs only get soy-free, corn-free, non-GMO feed and these bolted radishes qualify!
The pigs enjoying a treat from a nearby vegetable farm. The pigs only get soy-free, corn-free, non-GMO feed and these bolted radishes qualify!
So we're not sure if it worked [Editor's note: it didn't work]. Pig heat [Ed: estrus] is difficult to identify and qualitatively interpret, since it requires not a thermometer but instead thoughtful stimulation while observing the position of the ears, often at a light jog. Since early indications are that our first AI attempt was not successful, so we simply look forward to trying again.

If you find yourself hankering for pork by the pound, we have great news. We now have pork by the pound. And once we sell out, you can be confident that we're taking the future of the farm into our own hands. Our own hands up to our elbows. A fist full of the future. Cheers to the next generation!
Smoked ham center slice, also known in some areas as ham steak! Yum!
Smoked ham center slice, also known in some areas as ham steak! Yum!
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Our First Sheeplets!

4/14/2019

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Editor's note... this was published a few weeks after it was written... Sorry about the timing, oops.

Greetings!  It's been a long winter since our last update, but spring is beginning to sprung and with spring comes BABIES.

Tess, one of our seasoned ewes, gave birth yesterday evening to twins.  As Experienced Farmers who have owned sheep for several months, we totally knew it was going to happen.  She had mostly stopped eating yesterday morning, was hanging out by herself for most of the day, and when she finally went into the shelter she growled at anyone who tried to join her.  Tess and Goaty McGoatFace (GMGF) seemed to compromise in the afternoon that GMGF could sit half-in, half-out of the shelter as long as GMGF was quiet.  That's quite a compromise for Goaty.

By late afternoon, Tess had started to occasionally twitch, gasp open her mouth, and then grind her teeth -- I don't know much about giving birth, but i told myself that her contractions had started.  However, our farming mentor had assured us that most of her sheep give birth overnight.  Whew, that was going to be lots of hours of contractions.

So we did what responsible farmers would do and went to the bar to hang out with our Friends and eat chicken wings, thinking that we'd be back in time for the birth later at night.

When we returned to the farm and exited the car, it was immediately apparent that there were new tiny animals and one of them was giving pathetic little cries.  One of the twins had gotten separated from Tess and was still wet and sticky (yuck) and was trying vainly to nurse from Sesvanna (who named these ridiculous sheep), who hasn't given birth yet and was having none of it.  We were able to scoop up the sticky twin and put it back down by Tess, who started licking and nursing it.  A great success.
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Tess' twins at 7pm last night still seemed new enough that individual adults were coming over one at a time to have a sniff and say hi.

Other highlights include
-- Lilac's reaction. Lilac is Tess' daughter from last year, who is now old enough and big enough to be pregnant.. but looked so forlorn and confused that her mom had made more tiny things. at one point, Lilac even laid down by Tess to snuggle/warm one of the twins.  She's going to be a wonderful aunt, right up until she births out her own lamb in two weeks and she becomes a mother.
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- Monster-face's reaction (the male breeder sheep).  As Monster approached to have a sniff, Tess growled and tried to edge him away.  However, she only protected one of the twins with her body and Monster sniffed the other one twice, looked at it sideways, and rammed it.  It was somewhat horrifying to see a 125 lb male with 14" horns ram a 6 lb newborn, but you know, such is the way of the animal kingdom?  The lamb sat down hard as it was rammed and stayed there for a few minutes.  After monster walked away, Tess nudged it and it stayed down, so we picked it up and put it back on its ridiculously wobbly legs.

Great news, both lambs were still alive this morning. 
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One more farm story: so we're hard-boiling extra/cracked/small eggs for the pigs, right?  Pigs LOVE eggs. 

Two days ago, we took out a bucket of eggs for the pigs, but it appeared they had slept out in the forest somewhere because they weren't around the feeding area and weren't in their shelter.  We said fine, whatever, they'll come up for food and water at some point and eat the eggs then.

New farm lesson: crows LOVE eggs.  A group of nasty, too-intelligent-for-their-own-good crows proceeded to spend the morning trying to figure out how to efficiently hold whole, hard boiled eggs and fly at the same time.  They ended up scattering at least 5 of the eggs over the two fields and nearby forest, which pup was happy to run around and find and eat.  It was like pup-easter.  It's tuff to tell how many the crows successfully stole and ate.

So yesterday in the morning, we go out, no pigs.  So we put a lid on the egg bucket and set it outside the pig area, thinking we'll put them out when we sees the pigs return at some point that day so they'll eat them right away.  The pigs never returned, so last night while we were paparazzi-ing Tess we put the eggs out for the pigs, thinking the crows wouldn't eat them in the dark.

This morning we go out with another bucket of eggs and last night's eggs are still there. Those lazy goddamn pigs had already gone to sleep in the woods and hadn't woken up or returned to their feeders yet.

So we went to find them.  They were all in their pig-pile about 200 feet from the feeding area, but didn't seem inclined to get up just because a farmer was approaching.  So we let pup in.  She got free pig-butt-licks and snout licks because they still wouldn't get up.  Sheesh.  Pigs are not morning animals.  We kept trying to get them to wake up and go eat eggs for about 10 minutes before it worked.  At one point, I had a foot under one of them and was urging it up while pup was licking its butt.  It just laid there, placidly snorting and steaming. 
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Finally we got three of the 13 pigs to get up and follow us back to the feeding area. # can three pigs eat 160 eggs # probably # damn crows
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A Pig’s Tale

12/19/2018

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BOTL Farm now has expanded meat options!  If you find yourself braising a rabbit for dinner on Monday, broasting a chicken for lunch on Tuesday, frying a dozen eggs for breakfast on Wednesday, sous viding [Editor notes that ‘viding’, being a conflagration of the French word for ‘vacuum’ and the English ‘-ing’ for a present-tense verb, is not a word] a leg of lamb on Thursday afternoon, and spending all of Friday hankering for a pork chop, boy have we got just the things for you!

Here at BOTL Farm, we have always believed the foundation of a balanced diet is bacon.  While we wait for an updated food pyramid to get published, we have begun a project to raise a pig that is 100% bacon.  Current yields are a normal amount of bacon in each pig, but we're going to keep trying using an experimental technique of piglet belly rubs and playing high-fat music in the pasture over night.  Our neighbors love the music.
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The deets:

  • Whole pigs will be approximately $1,300.  This includes a price per pound hanging weight of $6.50 with target hanging weights of 160 lbs and target live weights of 250 lbs.  This makes the total meat cost about $1,040 and butcher costs around $260, for a total of approximately $1,300 depending on the final weight of your little bundle of bacon joy.
  • We are NOT currently doing half pigs. Phone a friend and buy a whole.
  • First deposit is $250, and we’ll be asking for a second deposit of $250 in February. Balance will be payable at pick-up.  Click here to email us a suitcase full of money.
  • Our pigs are heritage breeds Mangalitsa and Berkshire, and are being raised on pasture and in forest.  This means they eat lots of sticks. Pigs love sticks.
  • Supplemental feed is, as with all our other animals, corn-free, soy-free and non-GMO.
  • Pork will be ready in late April or early May 2019.
  • We will deliver to USDA-certified butcher and can help you with your cut list if you’ve never done one or are looking for the latest in pork cutting technology.  
  • Everything will be vacuum-sealed, packaged, and frozen, picked up from our farm.  At no extra charge, you’ll get to meet a couple of the best-dressed farmers you’ve ever seen east of Hartford!  Also a really cute dog. She loves you already … in fact she knows you’re her new best friend.​​
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Pigs come in pods, and our first pod is a farmer’s dozen! [Editor notes that although the proper name for a group of pigs depends on the age of said pigs, ‘pod’ is never the correct answer. A group of young pigs is either a drift, drove, or litter; whereas older pigs are called a sounder of swine, a team of hogs, a passel of hogs, or a singular of boars.]  We’ll be reserving a few for breeding stock, and converting the remainder into frozen bacon. Contact us here if you can’t wait to add carnitas and ham steak to your weekly meal plans!
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Big Changes, Big Brown, and Big Dreams

1/21/2017

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Welcome dear reader, for another adventure in BOTL Farming.  Let's jump quickly into today's agenda:

   1) Contractors
   2) Jobs
   3) Why we are still buying pork but not selling it yet

Before we get to that agenda, let's begin with an agenda.  Today is January, the day after inauguration.  Let us not take a political stance, and instead let us seek that energy which binds all of us together, makes us successful, and breeds strength and positive energy regardless of whether we view ourselves through the lens of nationalism or globalism.  That's right.  Let's sell rabbits together.

We begin with contractors, but before that, let's talk about rabbits.  BOTL Farm, at it's core, is about farming, and farming, at it's core, is about raising organisms, which are either plant or animal and less often fungus.  Since we don't sell mushrooms in any significant volume, let's focus on rabbits.  Traditional rabbit dogma says that rabbits should be confined to cages, however we here at BOTL Farm think this is inconsiderate to rabbits.  Have you ever tried to imagine you were a rabbit?  Have you ever spent hours and hours sitting next to rabbits, watching the way they hop, the way they choose which strand of grass to eat next, which squirrel to fight next, and how to negotiate the world?  If you have, you would find that putting rabbits in cages is impolite.  The rabbits want to be free.  They want to eat greenery, they want to eat peas, and they want to stare at the other gender which has been almost entirely separated from them by a high voltage electric fence.  Rabbits are sold by the pound, and therefore an enterprising farmer would strive to raise the largest rabbit possible.  Imagine a rabbit the size of a kangaroo.  This is an ideal rabbit for a farmer.  As farmers, we are however limited to the rabbits our breeders will produce for us.  Breeders are not like a designer rabbit catalog, they do not accept orders, they do not commit to delivery dates, they will not allow customization, and in fact sometimes they won't even use the breeder boxes we provide for them.  Sometimes they dig holes we didn't want them to dig.

This brings us to a special rabbit we call "Big Brown."  We call her that because she is by far, the biggest rabbit we have yet created.  She's also brown. Since rabbits are sold by the pound, as farmers we saw the promise, the intellect, and the sheer gravity that Big Brown could yield.  By stroke of luck, big brown was a female, so she was added to the list of breeders.  Ancient humans civilizations have attempted to produce superior sized soldiers by selecting the largest male and female soldiers they could find and forcing them to interbreed.  These attempts were repeatedly met with failure, because human height is dependent upon multiple aleels, the interactions of which are poorly understood in modern day and were not understood at all in ancient times.  Queens and kings punished their subordinates, and the resulting offspring were undesirable, however the attempts tallied forth in spite.  Here at BOTL Farm, we like to think that we're smarter than the ancient Romans, but honestly we're been trying really hard to breed Big Brown.  After 3 tries of breeding, we were pretty sure she was not fertile.  Because honestly, rabbits breed like... well... rabbits.  If you hook up rabbits, you've got basically a 100% chance that they will produce offspring rabbits.  So after 3 breeding sessions with big brown that did not yield rabbits, we were thinking of cutting our losses and selling the Biggest Rabbit Ever.  But then, we decided to give her one more chance.  And lo and behold, Big Brown began to dig the Biggest, Brownest Hole we've ever seen.  She lined it with metric yards of her fur, and produced six of the biggest, largest, most sizable rabbit babies that BOTL Farm has ever seen.  Stay tuned my friends.  Kangaroo-sized rabbits may yet be within our grasp.

Returning to the agenda, let's begin with contractors.  Home-owners will understand the importance and the dichotomy that contractors provide.  They are important, because who has any idea how to fix their own septic tank, but they are a dichotomy, because who feels like they should pay $248 to fix the upstairs shower drain leaking onto the downstairs couch?  At the end of the day, we're going to pay whatever those contractors demand because we just don't have any other option.  BOTL Farm is much like any other house in this regard, except we have lots of square footage of house, and a whole lot of acreage of not-house.  BOTL Farm has employed a series of contractors recently.  First there were the contractors dealing with stone.  They had the unexpected but highly desirable side-effect of tamping down enough of the brambles and poison ivy to allow us to walk nearly a third of our property.  Second there were the chimney liner contractors.  They introduced us to the phrase "exploratory demolition" and they held steadfast to their goal to protect us from carbon monoxide and to properly route our combustion gases far above the roof line.  We liked them a lot, so much that we bought them Italian cuisine (pizza).  Third came the tree cutters.  The previous curators of BOTL Farm had lacked extreme diligence in monitoring the proximity of trees to our farm house roof, to such a degree that we had very large trees shading the roof in a way that scares us during high winds.  To such an extent that even though we owned the finest chainsaws and had even purchased chainsaw chaps, we decided it wasn't safe to tackle this arborist imponderable upon ourselves.  Fortunately our third contractor was up to the task, to such a degree that they even replaced the window they drove their bucket truck through.  And so it was, that BOTL Farm's capital value was improved, with the help of some of the nicest contractors that northeastern CT has to offer.

Can you believe it's only the second blog topic for today?  Jobs.  Farming full time requires... farmers.  A farmer guides the sheep in the way that a shepherd guides the sheep.  Without a farmer, a farm is just a field of plants.  Or a field of animals.  We've done the math though, a field of animals should be way more profitable.  In either case, a farm purchase is a mortgage, those are expensive, and quitting your job is like .. super scary.  Since neither of us have been fired yet, we've continued working our jobs and using our job money to pay the farm mortgage.  It is difficult to predict how far into the future this will persist becuase our crystal ball is not nearly as reliable as our band-saw's aftermarket adjustable aluminum fence, but it looks reasonably likely that the husband member of our farming team could potentially be approaching the end of his career within a month or so [editor's note: this is not confirmed and highly uncertain].  Of course nothing is for sure, but one thing is for sure.  We won't buy a dog until we both live together, and we both really want a dog.  Fate can only keep us from our dog and thus in our day jobs for so long.  Sooner or later, the farm must be free to farm and be great with Puppy [editor's note: this is the name of the future dog].  Speaking of which, what is your favorite type of dog?  Ours changes daily but is currently the blue-tick-red-labra-pit-doodle-hound.  [Editor's note: in the first reading of this blog post the blog writer nearly peed himself while re-reading this sentence.] What a classic.

Which brings us to the final issue of why BOTL Farm is still buying pork and not yet raising it.  As you can see, we don't have any animals, but we just bouught our first half cow from some delightful cow farmers down the road.  If you've never had happy cow, locally raised, hippy-dipppy, grass fed cow meat, we would super strongly recommend it.  Unless you're vegetarian, in which case you just need to realize that cows are just condensed vegetables (they eat grass).  Since we can't raise our own pigs, and we don't plan to raise cows, we just bought our first half cow today.  Delicious!  Buy local meat, support local farmers, use single stream recycling and credit unions, save the world.

For one final insight into daily life in BOTL Farm, let's review the word of our savior Russel Monroe [1].  This insight, which says we begin to speak the languages of our animals, proves truer than ever.  Rabbits don't have well developed vocal cords, but still have a rich language using their paws.  Dog owners may begin to communicate with each other using only the language of the dog.  Cat owners may begin to communicate with each other using only looks of disapproval and occasional bats of their paws, but rabbit owners begin to communicate with each other using only ear-grooming motions.  It begins with a dedicated swipe of both paws towards the base of the ear and extending firmly towards the end of the ear, with a defining flick of the wrists to rid the paws of collected debris.  It is with this language that we, as farmers, speak to each other in a way that words never could.  #RabbitStuff

Also two more hives [editor's note: we still maintain three live hives] died this winter.  Again.  Have you ever felt personally responsible for killing tens of thousands of innocent creatures that relied upon you for guidance?  We've done that like 4 times now.  Oops. [Editor's note: some members of BOTL farm would like to note responsibility as a separation between husband and wife, but team "Elk Whistle" [note: not a euphemism] asserts teams are teams, and we succeed and fail together.] In totally unrelated news, we might have more honey for sale soon, because it turns out the bees probably don't need it this winter anymore.  Oopsies.

Cheers, mates.  Keep strong, roll on, eat local, support farms, make bees and rabbits, and never lose hope.

[1] https://xkcd.com/1535/
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