Monty

Monty didn’t make it.
If you follow me on Instagram, or we’re friends on FB, you already knew that.
Sadly, chicks that need help to hatch have a low chance of survival.
But, I always try.
I always want to give life a chance.
Sometimes, oft times, I lose to Death.
Sometimes tho…sometimes, I win.
Like with 13 the Turkey (who is one of my best layers and broodies).
And Lefty the chicken, who brought me her clutch of 5 chicks last Fall.
So I always try…

Anyways…
I said I’d keep y’all updated, and there, now y’all know.
Yesterday I just took the day to putter in the garden and sit with the grief of it.
I know he was just a 2 day old duck, who likely was gonna end up in Freezer Camp, but still…
We have a connection to our food animals here.
When you raise them, and love them, and give them the best life they can have, there is a connection that makes you hurt when you lose one prematurely.
And it’s not because of the loss of food, it’s the loss of the life that leads up to that…
There was no chance to swim and splash.
No chance to chase bugs. Or play with other ducks. Or waddle about to and fro like ducks like to do.
That’s what I was…am…mourning.
The life that leads up to the moment, that one bad moment, where the food animals fulfill their destiny.
I might be a bit soft for Farm Life.

And, I know I can avoid that grief by not helping chicks out of shells, but, as I said…
I always want to give Life a chance.
Always.
That’s just me.

Last night we sat on the deck, with music and wobbly pops and bbq.
And in one quiet moment, The Kid says “I hear chirping…and it’s not Bart!”
We looked at the cat house where the broody hens were…
I reached in under those hens and found a wee surprise:

Bart standing, new baby sitting.

And so now we’re back at 2.
Life.
She’ll always find Her way.

Connection With Our Food

One of the things that I love about our life is the intimate connection we have with our food.
We grow not only vegetables in very alive soil, but we grow our meat animals as well.
Or, most of them.
I remind myself that I “ordered” our winter pig this past weekend…a pig who will live outdoors, rooting in dirt, playing in bales of straw, eating every little thing that tickles their little porcine fancy
(except humans 😉 ) until the day we arrive with our trailer to bring them home and send them off to see The Great Piggie in the Sky.
But, we *have* raised our own pigs, so I do feel that connection with these ones we “order” as well, simply because I *know* exactly how they were raised.
Hell, I can go visit our piggie anytime we want to, if we want to.
They’re happy pigs…and anyone who knows me, knows that I strive at all times for happy food.
Why?
Because Happy Food Tastes Better.
That is, after all, our Farm’s motto!
Happy Food Tastes Better.
Happy food is also *better* for you. 😉

So what brought this post on was a Instagram post by SlowDownFarmstead.
I love a lot of her posts because she talks *a lot* about our primal connection to food and feeding ourselves.
It resonates, big time.
To me at least…
So I give you this link to the post that inspired this one, and hope you have the time (make the time) to read it…and I hope you take the time (make the time) to connect with your food in that primal way that feeds and nourishes not only our bodies but our souls, spirit and very essence.