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Wayside Farming


It's been a bit since I blogged about this mini farm of mine. And let me tell y'all, it's kind of chaotic these days.


Do you guys remember those fun Wayside book we read as kids? They have Sideways Stories from Wayside School, Wayside School is Falling Down...etc. Well, I recently purchased them for me and my five year old to read together at night.


My farm reminds me of those books, that crazy school where everything is backward and nothing happens like it should. Confused? Don't worry, I'll explain.



My adorable baby goats won't drink water from anything but their bottles. They refuse to drink from a trough like normal farm animals. And that's not all, they still like to be held and carried around like babies. That's right, my goats are refusing to grow up. Now, I will be the first person to say that I am no doubt the cause of this problem. I baby'd the hell out of them.


They scream when they want attention and they jump all over me when I'm trying to get stuff done. My boy, Boulder, headbutts me gently to get me to pick him up. But, we live in a neighborhood, so I can't exactly let them cry it out. That would piss off our neighbors more than we already have by owning goats in the first place. So, I let them lay in my lap and I bring them their bottles of water five hundred thousand times a day.


It's a viscous cycle.


nesting boxes on the chicken coop

Now on to chicken issues; our chickens won't roost and our rooster doesn't crow. Once we completed the chicken coop, which looks bad ass by the way, we were going outside every night and helping our chickens into their comfy loft. We were trying to teach them how to be good safe little chickens. And now, they refuse to put themselves up. Either we do it or they sleep on the ground. What gives? Isn't it like chicken instinct to roost, to get to higher ground?


The rooster not crowing isn't so much a problem as it is something that I'm curious about. For a few weeks we'd hear him practicing his little cock-a-doodle-do when the sun started to rise. But then one day he stopped practicing and I've never heard a peep out of him since. I do have one VERY vocal hen though, so there's that.


Y'all see what I mean? WTF is up with my backward ass farm?


Help me. Mini farm gurus and urban farming geniuses, HELP ME.


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