Snow, ice, sleet, and wind. Darkness at 4 p.m., rock-hard ground, frozen water-troughs, frostbitten ears on calves, milk frozen in buckets, salt feeders buried under snow... wintertime on the homestead is not for the faint of heart. While farming is an enjoyable diversion on temperate spring days, wintertime is what separates real farmers from those who just are pretending. Of…
Trapping is one of the most debated forms of conservation. For some, it conjures images of cruelty or outdated practices, while for others it represents a time-tested tool for managing wildlife and protecting biodiversity. Much of this divide stems from a lack of clear information about what trapping actually is and its role in today’s ecosystems. This article explores trapping…
What started as a seasonal endeavor of raising turkeys for meat, became so much more. It was a pleasure to cater to our seasonal visitors; in spring, summer, and early fall, the air was full of their trills and peeps. Watching their antics brought much laughter; but it only lasted four or five months. Come winter it was empty pens.…
Snow, ice, sleet, and wind. Darkness at 4 p.m., rock-hard ground, frozen water-troughs, frostbitten ears on calves, milk frozen in buckets, salt feeders buried under snow... wintertime on the homestead is not for the faint of heart. While farming is an enjoyable diversion on temperate spring days, wintertime is what separates real farmers from those who just are pretending. Of…
Trapping is one of the most debated forms of conservation. For some, it conjures images of cruelty or outdated practices, while for others it represents a time-tested tool for managing wildlife and protecting biodiversity. Much of this divide stems from a lack of clear information about what trapping actually is and its role in today’s ecosystems. This article explores trapping…
What started as a seasonal endeavor of raising turkeys for meat, became so much more. It was a pleasure to cater to our seasonal visitors; in spring, summer, and early fall, the air was full of their trills and peeps. Watching their antics brought much laughter; but it only lasted four or five months. Come winter it was empty pens.…
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