This has to be one of the coolest horse breeds… Belgian Draft / Driving Pony cross… Belony… Shorter and not as bulky as the Belgian but strong and workable. Nice horses, pretty, friendly, manageable.
My favorites are Gypsy Vanners really, along with Clydesdales and Friesians, but the Belonies are my new runners up.
Christmas eve. I am sitting here in an empty house… Just my animals and I. No fancy dinner with lots of people. No laughter, excited voices, clinking glasses, christmas carols and no blinking lights and tinseled christmas tree… No embarrassing family stories, no presents, no regrets.
It may seem sad, to have none of the typical definitions we so readily attribute to the holidays. And yet, all the commercially created festivity aside, in the stillness I am content and I remember the true origin of Christmas.
The birth of Jesus. He had no fancy dinner and no festive christmas decorations. Born in a simple barn with only the animals and his parents sharing a moment of quiet celebration and appreciation.
To me there is no place more perfect to celebrate Christmas and the true gift of love and life and the power of truth within me than the quiet of a manger surrounded only by animals and the presence of spirit. What a blessing to be living on a farm, here and now, and to enjoy a time of solitude and reflection in this still and peaceful winter landscape.
As I am out doing morning chores I can hear my dog Leya barking in the distance… Not too far away, just beyond the woods. I recognize her bark.
We get in the truck and drive around to a neighbors house beyond the woods where I heard Leya bark. As we pull up he steps out and asks if we were missing a dog… He says she had just been there.in fact I had heard her barking at him when he tried to coax her inside…
After calling and searching for a few minutes Leya comes running around the corner… Tail wagging she runs into my arms. Happy and relieved she jumps in the truck and tucks her head between my knees. Whinig she seems to say ‘what an awful night… I thought you’d never come for me’.
Well… It wasn’t all that cold,she did not freeze nor starve nor get hurt. I am just glad she’s back safe for the holidays.
My dog decided to take off after something this afternoon (4:15-4:30ish). So far she has not returned and my attempts to find her have left me empty handed.
She took off from 290th near cty V… She took off North but could have gone anywhere.
Leya is an English Shepherd and looks like a Border Collie/German Shepherd cross… Mostly black with a white chest and feet and some white on the nose. She wears a bandana and has tags. Very friendly but may be standoffish with men.
Leya is a service dog and very important to me. If you see her pls let me know.
I have posted on local list serv and appreciate any further distribution.
Thank you all!!
As I am waiting out winter in preparation for the new life I will be starting – myself as a new farmer and with the seeds I will be planting and nourishing and cultivating – I am working at a dairy farm, milking 48 cows and, my favorite, hand feeding the new calves.
There is such innocence and curiosity and expectation in those big eyes… I am drawn in from the first moment and just want to capture that sweet wide-eyed expression. It reminds me of that wide-eyed inner child of mine that has gotten buried under the weight of growing up and striving to have and be and do great things.
As I watch the calves grow and move through the stages, outgrowing the bottle and eventually giving birth and joining the ranks of milkers, I can’t help but notice that their eyes never change. Even in the older, seasoned cows I see that same gentleness and curiosity and expectation…
Animals live in the moment and see each moment new and fresh. Unlike us humans whose vision becomes blurred by the accumulation and assimilation of every moment we live. We do not let go, we do not move on, every moment is measured against all that have come before. Until we overload, have to regroup, and restart. And finally open our eyes again and start a new life – wide-eyed, full of innocence and curiosity and expectation.
Here is to new life and big, open eyes. Blessings for a wonderful season and a fresh start to a new year waiting to be lived one amazing moment at a time.
It is almost Christmas and with new member registrations flooding in I am immersed in my seed catalogs fantasizing over which yummy veggies to grow for my first season… Despite the cold weather and the snow on the ground I am antsy to go out in the greenhouse and start planting!
Of course I have to hold my horses. I don’t have all my supplies yet anyway, nor have I completed my seed order. But my eagerness is fueled by my evenly eager new members who are telling me they believe in me and can’t wait for their fresh picked veggies!
For now, I try to sit back and enjoy the view of my kittens enjoying the view of the calm and peaceful winter landscape…
Welcome to Felicity Farm, a peaceful parcel of land set in beautiful rural northwestern Wisconsin.
As a brand new CSA we open our doors and growing operations in Spring 2017 to head off our first season. Member registrations are now open and we welcome all new members.We still have a good number of openings. If you are interested in joining or would like to refer a new member, please email us at firstname.lastname@example.org.
As our name Felicity Farm suggests, we truly find the utmost joy, happiness, fulfilment, and pleasure in growing healthy, beautiful organic foods, and in our connection with the land. Each morning we rise to the rooster’s call and after a good cup of coffee, head out into the fields.