|Have a Pleasant Easter|
That said, the farm is running. We have a lot of laying hens laying nice eggs. Colourful eggs of various sizes. It's nice having a farm project that does most of the work itself. These chickens are quite self-sufficient. As long as they get a bit of mash, they will wander around the yard, finding earthworms, and making sure they make eggs they can be proud of. Something like that.
I've mentioned permaculture in previous posts. The idea that one can create a farm where the natural world works to the farmer's benefit is appealing. Most of the time, entropy rules and the farmer tries to decide what parts of it to challenge and what parts of it to accept. We were excited by the idea that the pig would dig up our garden beds. He would methodically dig up the grass roots and then beg for another project. But the pig does not aim to please. In the greehouse patch, where we had him fenced in for a few days, he managed to dig one massive crater about six feet in diameter and leave the rest of the grass neatly intact. Then, after a long day of lying on the field, he tore out the concrete tiles in his pen and dug a hole so deep, I couldn't imagine how he climbed out. One can't really be upset with him for the fact that his priorities differ from ours.
Then we have beavers in the pond at the back of the property taking down tree after healthy tree. We have been taking the trees they have left lying around for our own use. I don't thing either party is really winning. I wish they would stop taking the trees down; they probably wish I would stop taking the trees that took so much effort to fell.