Around the Farmstead

February 19, 2013

in Country Living, Our Farm

I haven’t shared pictures of our homestead in some while, so here goes:


Meet my dog, Olive. Olive used to belong to Jacob’s cousin Lars, but now she’s ours. She is a perfect family and farm dog, really. I love her! And she’s far better trained than my children.


Every now and then, Olive gets a bone from our bone bags – something we get from our butcher after we send our beef steers in to be processed. We also get a separate batch of soup bones and shanks for our own consumption.


Lucky Olive!


This is our house. A section of it is about to be remodeled – not to make it look all nice and suburban, but simply to add a little more usable space (we do not currently have a mudroom or a laundry room, for instance), and to make the existing space more usable for our growing family. You can tell some changes have already been done.

Now meet our beef, Dexter and Joe:


Just kidding. They don’t have names. They go by “the Jersey one” (above) and “the one with horns.” They are totally organtic and grass-fed. The Jersey isn’t exactly a beef breed, but they are super tender and yummy.


Our barn features some nice artwork. A bunch of Jacob’s students came out last summer and did this as a part of an art class.


They also painted this. It really was pretty cool.

We live on a total of ten acres on the very edge of our wonderful town, Viroqua. My mother-in-law, Dawn, has discovered this property originally, and it really is the best of both worlds!


1 Don February 19, 2013 at 8:10 pm

Thanks for sharing that Sofya. Those are nice photos. I’m glad I am not the one that has to kill the cows. I feel sorry for them already but I realize they were put here on earth for our consumption.
And you are right..they do taste yummy!

2 Sofya February 19, 2013 at 8:23 pm

We don’t kill the cows either – the butcher/slaughter operators do over at their facility. However, we do kill and process poultry and both my husband and I are deer hunters (my husband is a really great one, I am the beginner one), which is a very hands-on way to harvest you meat. We’ve introduced many a friend to both hunting and chicken butchering, and it is amazing how fast you get desensitized. I was even a vegetarian when my husband and I meat 12 years ago! Oops, I meant met. That was a Freudian slip.

3 Don February 22, 2013 at 1:46 pm

So you butcher your own chickens huh? Maybe then you would be up for a chicken joke or two?

We went to a new chicken place. We asked them how they prepare their chickens.
The waitress said, “We just tell them they’re going to die.”

Q: Is chicken soup good for your health?
A: Not if you’re the chicken!

A man runs to the doctor and says, “Doctor, you’ve got to help me. My
wife thinks she’s a chicken!”
The doctor asks, “How long has she had this condition?”
“Two years,” says the man.
“Then why did it take you so long to come and see me?” asked the shrink.
The man shrugs his shoulders and replies, “We needed the eggs.”

Q. What Do You Call A Chicken That Crosses The Road, Rolls In The
Dirt, Crosses The Road, And Again Rolls In The Dirt?
A. A Dirty Double-Crossing Chicken!

Q: Which day of the week do chickens hate most?
A: Fry-day!

How do chickens bake a cake?
From Scratch.

Why is it easy for baby chickens to talk?
Because talk is cheep.

Why should a school not be near a chicken farm?
So the pupils don’t overhear fowl language.

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