Tag Archives: prepsteading

Glad for a change of scenery–but only for a while.

This is the time of year for wrapping up the harvest, putting the period at the end of the six-week-long sentence during which we sustainable-living types in Maine put up an entire year’s worth of food. That’s pretty astounding, when you think about it. Fifty-two weeks’ worth in just over a month. It crams a […]

Who’s braver, young chicks or old hens?

I was in the barn doing morning chores when a commotion erupted from the vicinity of the chicken houses. That’s right, houses, with an S at the end. Our chickens are segregated. Bird segregation is not our doing. Backyard chickens are extremely territorial, and often exercise a strong us-versus-them world view. They know who belongs […]

Embracing the end of summer

I was out on a quiet walk in the back woods with Honey the Golden Retriever when a sudden loud noise shattered the morning stillness.   We both stopped dead in our tracks, taken aback by the unexpected sound. It took me just a fraction of a second to realize it was the honk of a […]

What’s in YOUR freezer?

  I don’t pretend to know what normal people do, having left the land of mainstream so long ago that I barely remember the topography.   I certainly would not presume to be an expert on what they keep in their freezers, either. But if I had to guess, I’d venture that it’s not the same […]

How to Spot a Prepsteader

“So what are these for, again…exactly?” asked The Farm Girl, her voice trailing off in what might have been an effort to conceal her amusement. “They’re for, uh, you know.” Her face told me she didn’t know. We were looking at two big square containers, each about three feet across and four feet tall, made […]