
Nuggets 2.0 & What it Takes to Tend a Flock
So, this happened… That’s not a flashback to last year, that’s a whole new set of Nugs that have come to live on the farm.
So, this happened… That’s not a flashback to last year, that’s a whole new set of Nugs that have come to live on the farm.
If you haven’t noticed, those tiny little nuggets that were living in my spare bedroom just a few months ago are now full grown chickens.
Over the weekend I flew half the length of the country and back inside of 24 hours. The flying part was because my cousin was
So listen, I’m still a novice chicken-raiser. Really novice. Like yesterday when we were supposed to get pummeled by storms and everyone was calling me,
So, a few weeks ago I set out with the intention of building temporary housing for the Nuggets– a FEMA trailer of the poultry world,
Last week I mentioned that I’ve been making weekly modifications to the Nugget Cage to keep up with how big they are getting. When I
I know, I know, I used to spend all my time talking about paint chips and sawdust and now it’s all donkeys and chickens and
I think I need to take a minute here to ponder the twists and turns in my life that brought me to the point in
So here’s a lesson I learned in the last week: I am never going out in public again without a five-gallon bucket of hand-sanitizer and
Da na na na na na nah Da na na na na na nah Da na na na na na nah We. Won’t. Stand. Still.
For the last year I’ve been responsible for exactly two lives on this planet: me and the cat. In the last month I thought it
You know who is surprised by this? Absolutely no one on the face of this planet. There are so many reasons I should not have
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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