Old Mountain Farm

22/01/2025

Chooks are all tucked in for the night.

22/01/2025

Getting ready to brave the ZERO DEGREE weather this AM.
Really the only thing that got cold was my toes and my hands because I can't stand to wear gloves if I am trying to do chores.

22/01/2025

22/01/2025

https://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2025/01/22/bovaer.aspx?ui=690792ec65b3b6b7586994cee18cfd7f5619b59cebfac70dd5f0749d81c0095c&sd=20200329&cid_source=dnl&cid_medium=email&cid_content=art1HL&cid=20250122&foDate=false&mid=DM1692117&rid=210844499

Big Ag's 'solution' to reducing methane emissions is a synthetic additive that tampers with cows' digestion, ignoring the core problems of industrial farming.

21/01/2025

https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1BP3kLJsJj/?mibextid=WC7FNe

I’ve never seen this farmer in a suit, but here he is! Joel Salatin at the MAHA Ball. He’s been making America healthy with local nutrient dense food for decades!

20/01/2025

Brazen "side eye".

20/01/2025

Yesterday our newest neighbor, Noa Rose visited!
Oh, and her proud parents and her big brother, River too.

16/01/2025

Wrinkly egg with wart

16/01/2025

May says, "hey, that hoodie is green, maybe that means it is edible".

15/01/2025

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15/01/2025

I have had these bean pots now for 39 years. My "Aunt Tootsie's Bean Pots". They were used almost every week when they were in Aunt Tootsie's possession but for the past 39 years they have only been very loved shelf decorations.

I have told myself for those 39 years that someday, I would bake beans in them. Or I should say some night I would bake beans in them. Last night was the night! Oh, I have baked beans many times but always in a crock pot.

There is something special about waking up to the aroma of beans wafting through the home. Beans that were baked in my Aunt Tootsie's bean pots and using her recipe. Now if I could just have the big old wood fired cookstove that she used to use.

Memories of visiting my Aunt Tootsie and Uncle Ernie are some of the best memories I have. Aunt Tootsie was my mother's older sister. She and my mother were very close.

Back in the old days before the highways were built (there was no route 495 and no route 95 north of Kittery) it took us 8 hours to make the drive and we would quite often do it spur of the moment just for a weekend.

My parents only had one car so, in the morning, my mother would drive my father to work, take the car home and pack for the trip, which included packing a meal too since years ago, picnic style meals were packed for road trips. There were no stops made for fast food. At the end of the work day we would pick my father up from work. From there we would travel directly to Aunt Tootsie's and Uncle Ernie's big old farm house, sometimes not arriving until 2AM.

They would always get out of bed to greet us and as soon as the door opened, out came that delicious smell of beans baking. I would always ask if I could have some before going to bed. Each time, Aunt Tootsie would say, "but they are not done baking yet". I didn't care.... I loved that couple of spoonfuls of "al dente" beans at 2AM and I loved my Aunt Tootsie.

15/01/2025

Ice on the patio

15/01/2025

I just love how Rodney at Stoney Creek Farm in Australia is passionate about our goats and about having the ability to work with our herd's genetics. Wyl and I have so enjoyed our interactions with him and are very appreciative of the good work he has done with Old Mountain Farm genetics. I love that he seems to be carrying on our vision of what a Nigerian Dwarf Dairy Goat should be. It is always a proud moment when I see one of his announcements pop up in my newsfeed.