Newsletter Stories
There’s no finish line.
I’ve spent most of this week tucked away in the office, crunching numbers with a coffee that went cold faster than I could drink it. Nothing dramatic—just the usual end-of-season...
There’s no finish line.
I’ve spent most of this week tucked away in the office, crunching numbers with a coffee that went cold faster than I could drink it. Nothing dramatic—just the usual end-of-season...
A Father, a Son, and 30 Escaped Sheep Walk Into...
Customer Hamish emailed me a few months back asking if his adult son, Hart, could come by the farm. Hart’s got an interest in animal farming, and they wondered if...
A Father, a Son, and 30 Escaped Sheep Walk Into...
Customer Hamish emailed me a few months back asking if his adult son, Hart, could come by the farm. Hart’s got an interest in animal farming, and they wondered if...
🐏 The Chiropractor
You ever notice how some lessons just don’t stick the first time around? Yeah, me too. I’ve got a short memory and don’t always learn from my mistakes. But once...
🐏 The Chiropractor
You ever notice how some lessons just don’t stick the first time around? Yeah, me too. I’ve got a short memory and don’t always learn from my mistakes. But once...
Buried Treasure in the Barnyard (Sort Of)
You know those jobs that seem simple until they’re not? Well, Anne and I found one this week. We needed to put in another outside water bowl for a group...
Buried Treasure in the Barnyard (Sort Of)
You know those jobs that seem simple until they’re not? Well, Anne and I found one this week. We needed to put in another outside water bowl for a group...
A Canadian, an Umbrella, and a Good Laugh
Tuesday morning started with a surprise bite of cold wind and rain that reminded me I hadn’t yet dug out my insulated coveralls. The chores were done, and for once,...
A Canadian, an Umbrella, and a Good Laugh
Tuesday morning started with a surprise bite of cold wind and rain that reminded me I hadn’t yet dug out my insulated coveralls. The chores were done, and for once,...
The Day I Ate Lunch with Old Friends
I was up at the Dell farm this week, working up the hay field—under-seeding some new grasses for next year and planting winter triticale for spring forage for the sheep....
The Day I Ate Lunch with Old Friends
I was up at the Dell farm this week, working up the hay field—under-seeding some new grasses for next year and planting winter triticale for spring forage for the sheep....