We are in full blown kidding season and, right before we went to bed last night, two of our Mamas appeared very close to kidding. Matthew and I took turns doing barn checks throughout the night while also juggling two children who, I swear to you, coughed all.night.long.
Read MoreYes. We are charging for tickets to these events. Charging for tickets means we are able to keep them small (so that everyone gets a truly personal experience with the babies) and, honestly, it's how we pay our bills…
Read MoreTwo years ago today Matthew and I walked into a Voodoo Doughnuts Shoppe in Downtown Portland and got married to each other, by a man wearing a Mexican wrestling mask. When we said "I do" the staff threw doughnut sprinkles at us…
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If we want to stay a dairy we have to change things for our quality of life. A phrase we return to often is, "If it doesn't work for the farmer, it doesn't work for the farm."
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Uncle Leo (Matthew's younger brother, who lives on the farm with us, and who is going to college and studying film) made a mini documentary about the farm! And it is so good!
Read MoreSince our last frantic post of all the things we needed to get done before winter, things have started to slow down. We still have some big things to get done, of course. The horse shelter needs walls (it's only a roof at this point), the pasture needs to be limed, we are re-grading our driveway, re-shaping the main dairy girl's pasture to change the way the field drains into the barn…
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Our amazing people worked right alongside us for two days straight. They pounded posts, they dug fence holes, they chopped firewood, they planted trees…and they did it all with a smile on their face. At the end of the weekend we were a little rejuvenated, feeling a little less doomsday-ey…
Read MoreFriends are the family you make for yourself, and that’s exactly what we did. Our children are being raised as siblings—My mother and Matthew’s mother are grandparents to all of them. We expect the same amount of hard work from their four year old as we do ours.
Read MoreMy father passed away last Sunday, at 3:51 in the morning, after a two year fight with stage IV pancreatic cancer…
Read MoreLost Peacock Creamery Summer Camp days were filled with animals, sunshine, goat cheese, and very frequent dips in the water troughs...
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