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07/13/2025

07/07/2025

Howdy Cackleberry Farm fans. Here's something you might not know...try it. (^^^)

06/09/2025

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06/09/2025

Howdy everbody ol MamaHen here. Thought I'd show y'all how we deal with summertime flies and such here at Cackleberry Farm. Over 150 animals requires creativity especially when you're trying to remain totally natural and environmentally friendly. So save those plastic bottles, mix ya up some of MamaHen's homemade flying critter trap potion and enjoy the summer. Please like and follow me and stars and gifts are always a blessing. MamaHen
Just cut yer bottle like this here. Fit the top part upside down indide the bottom part and mix up these things and put inside just like in the picture. It don't take a whole lot of liquid in each trap. You gonna need
1/2 Cup of Sugar, 1/4 Cup of Vinegar, 1/2 cup of Hot Water, 1 tsp.of salt. That's it. Empty it when it gets full and refill.

06/07/2025

Can't afford expensive roll away nesting boxes? Try this instead.

06/05/2025

Say Hi to ol MamaHen here on Cackleberry Farm. Y'all to quiet out there

06/05/2025

I wasn’t prepared for this part of homesteading.
No one really talks about it.
Not in the starter guides. Not in the feed store. Not on the sunny Instagram reels.

The part where you pour your heart into something—
into someone—
and lose them anyway.

The chick you helped hatch.
The goat you stayed up with all night.
The duckling that followed your kids around the yard.
The quiet moments when you whisper “come on, baby” and they still slip away.

I didn’t expect how heavy it would hit.
I didn’t realize how quickly a little life could become part of your every day.
How deeply you could grieve something so small.

And still—we do it again.
We mend the fence.
We clean the stall.
We gather eggs with a lump in our throat.

Because this is part of the life we chose.
A life full of sunrises and heartbreak.
Of muddy boots and miracles.
Of losing, and loving, and doing it all again.

No, it never gets easier.
You just learn to keep going.
To hold the hard alongside the beautiful.
To let your heart break open and still believe in new life.

That’s the farm life.
That’s the cost of raising anything worth loving.

05/29/2025

Hey, hey, hey 👋. MamaHen here with another recipe. Here's one you don't see everyday. Fer all y'all pickling fans here's ya a tangy, crunchy treat

Mama Hen's Pickled Frog Balls 🐸

🤣(brussell sprouts fer all y'all that ain't downright country)

Here's whatcha gotta have:
2 cups Brussels Sprouts
4 cups Water
1 tbsp Morton Kosher Salt
1/3 tsp Turmeric
1 Cup White Vinegar
1 Cup Water (for brine)
1 tbsp Celery Seed
1 tbsp Mustard Seed
2/3 Cup White Sugar

Here's whatcha gotta do:

First ya gotta trim tha tough stems off yer brussel sprouts. Take off any gnarly outer leaves and yer gonna wanna slice em in half.
Next, bring 4 cups of salted water to a boil in a pot. Toss in yer halved sprouts and let them cook for about 4 minutes until they turn bright green and just gettin tender. Strain the water off of em and gently pack em into a mason jar, but don’t fill it all the way to the brim, just to the start of the neck of the jar; this leaves room for tha brine. Now get ya another pot and put all tha brine ingredients in it: turmeric, white vinegar, 1 cup of water, celery seed, mustard seed, and white sugar. Bring all this stuff to a boil. Once it’s bubbling away, take it off tha heat and ladle yer hot brine over your frog balls into the jar. Be careful don't get burnt.
Put yer seal and ring on right away and tighten em down. Let em cool to room temperature and you'll hear a pop, that's the jars sealing. Once their cool, pop em into the fridge and let em sit at least overnight. I let mine sit fer about a week and then they're ready to eat. You can even surprise yer witty teen grandsons and ask em if they want some Pickled Frog Balls and watch the crazy expressions. Fer all y'all that might have tooken sum offense by this recipe I'll just say this, they're delicious here on Cackleberry Farm and a world without humor, no matter how quirky, would be an awful boring place. Til we meet again, it's MamaHen here on Cackleberry Farm