The daylight is growing shorter. The air is getting colder. Snow flurries herald the winter solstice. Firewood is being chopped, stacked & burnt. The farm had an odorous, musky scent. Sounds of blubbering & bawling were heard constantly day & night. Less & less milk daily. What does this all mean? Things are winding down here at The Two Nickels Farm. We are done with breeding season, I think. We managed to get 12 does bred to 5 different bucks. We are expecting kids the end o

The end of January doesn't conjure up idlylic scenes of farming. There is no hoeing weeds in the garden. No making hay. No little baby chicks peeping. No milking. No sweating in the warm golden sun that seems like it lasts all day. No watching captivating sunsets to the chorus of crickets. There is none of that happening right now on the farm. Right now the chores consist of hauling water from the kitchen because the outside water spigots are turned off so they don't freeze.