Every year I try to do a Christmas card that is a bit wacky and fun, since that’s what I consider us to be. It started with the first year we lived here with the chickens. I tried desperately to get tiny Santa hats on the chickens for their photo shoot, but as you can imagine, that did not go well. I managed to get one on and they just thought chasing that chicken around to pull the hat off was the best game ever. So I resorted to some very unskilled Photoshop and came up with the card below. It was a hit. Continue reading
This week we are proud fur parents. We take Basil to doggy daycare every other week or so for a play date to keep him socialized and to get some of that extra energy out during the fall and winter. With the beginning of a new month, comes a new doggy daycare dog of the month. And guess who got it! Yup! Continue reading
It’s here! Berries everywhere! We are fortunate (this time of year only) to have our tree lined property to be full of wild black raspberry bushes/vines. Running through them chasing a loose, scared rooster, not so fortunate. But for now, I’m engulfed in berry picking. Gotta get them while you can. Continue reading
Last summer as we were working in the garden, our loyal dog Basil started barking. He is a hound dog and tends to howl instead of bark, so this was unusual. I looked over as he was pouncing around, barking and jumping back away from something. I dropped everything and ran down towards the creek. Continue reading
We have a bit of a strange relationship with our dog. While we like the idea of a “farm dog,” we’re less comfortable with it in practice than concept. Over the past year, we’ve become accustomed to the fact that he’ll leave for a few hours on the weekend. Often he’s covered in burdocks and manure when he returns – so we aren’t happy about it, but we’re not too anxious when we can’t find him on a Saturday. However, during the week he is kenneled until we get home or just left inside all together if the weather is too extreme. This is from growing up as suburbanites, where a wandering dog was a liability, illegal and simply not what people did. Continue reading
In the midst of a Wisconsin winter, we take our dog, Basil, to doggy daycare once a week to get some playtime and cooped up energy out. It’s perfect, its on the way to our office jobs, the staff is great, its cheap and Basil loves it! He gets to spend all day outside in a yard of dogs as part of a “pack.”
We have a serious problem here at the Hillenmeyer Farm. This problem resides in our house where we share the space with two cats and our dog Basil. This horrific problem is that when Joe and I, the two humans of the house, finally sit down for the evening, we get sat on, jumped on and snuggled on, to an extreme level from our furry friends. Continue reading
One weekend after a big snowfall, Joe and I were out caring for the chickens and collecting wood when we realized there were footprints in the snow all the way around the house. Joe asks if I walked around the house and I said no.. I asked him the same thing and he also said no…AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Someone’s been at the house snooping in windows!!!!