Losing Our Shirts, Keeping The Farm

This is a story about a boy named Will and a sheep named Rio. (Oddly enough, it's also a story about EBay . Be patient--I am going som...

Every year it comes around again, my least favorite day on the farm. I'm sure it's the sheep's least favorite day too. Yesterda...

The worry about money is pretty much constant right now. We have several possibilities for income pending which could help us out quite a l...

I faced a huge test of willpower yesterday. A woman contacted me, interested in maybe buying one of my horses... and possibly also that hors...

At the risk of sounding flaky, I'm going to confess: I decided to start this blog (and my Keeping The Farm website ) because of a horos...

The animals were without hay for 1 day. They didn't go hungry. I made sure of that. I turned the horses out into the big pasture, whi...

This was the worst it has ever been. In our dimly lit, dusty hay storage building, Ken counted the few remaining bales again and asked me, ...