As many of you will know, I butchered my first goat last weekend. Her name was Sundown. When my friend Clarence and I were butchering her he asked me how I chose her to do in. I told him my reasoning: she was the only doe not to get pregnant last year, she is the [...]
It’s true. Today is my birthday. How did I celebrate? By castrating my goats of course! The Post will come in due course. Right now I’ve got to get out of my blood splattered jeans (from yesterday’s butchering not today’s bloodless castration) and get ready to greet my dinner guests! What I’d really like is [...]
Pavarotti was part of the group of chickens first born to the farm. He was the head honcho of the chicken coop for the past four and a half years; now he is gone. He died last Friday evening from what I think is a chicken form of laryngitis. He’d had it once before a [...]
I’ve been thinking about the layout and usefulness of some aspects of the blog. Some things of course we cannot change. Or, in my case, am not computer savvy enough TO change! Then again, there are things that are in our control; or at least WordPress has been generous enough to provide us with the [...]
For any of you interested in seeing a little of our area of the world, take a look at this fellow’s video clip. Apparently, he was a nursing student who recently did a stint here at our local hospital (which is featured in the video) who was enamoured with the Bella Coola Valley.
The opening two [...]
To all my goaty friends and mentors:
I want to thank everyone for the suggestions, advice, and general ‘peel me off the ceiling’ words of comfort about my goat birthing this past week: Matron of Husbandry, MMP, Phelan, and Tony (Little Ffarm).
When you live as far from a Vet as I do, it is very unnerving [...]
A few friends and followers have suggested I do a post to find the names for Fatty’s kids. I don’t normally do this. Usually I wait until a name blurts out of my mouth while I’m talking about them or addressing them in person. But, this sounds like fun! The only stipulation is the name [...]
Six years ago (2003) I came to Bella Coola, an isolated settlement of about 1800 (half of the population is First Nations) on the west coast of British Columbia (nearly 500k from the nearest stop light!), to complete my Anthropology fieldwork for my MSocSc degree. I planned to stay only for 3 months before returning [...]
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