Meet “The Girls”

**NEW** Feature!

Meet the Girls  ((The occasional rooster too!))

First of all, thank you. Thank you for your interest in and support of Nashoba Family Farm, our farm blog, and Facebook page; Mother Clucker’s Farm/The Egg Report—now over 2,000 fans strong! (If you haven’t joined the fun on our Facebook page yet, give us a try!) We are happy that you have come along on our journey into farm life.

We hope to give you a feeling of life on our farm, so that you can be right there, beside us… rejoice at our victories, drink in the awe of discovery, and weep with us during the inevitable pain and sadness as we lose those we have become so fond of… feel the unique wonder and amazement that comes with seeing each tiny chick break through its shell… stay up with us, fretting like mother hens, as we nurse sick farm babies back to health… feel the pride as those babies grow strong… experience the mixed feelings when designated ones (mainly turkeys and “extra” roosters) meet their destiny to become “honored dinner guests” at the farm’s kitchen table.

In this section I want to introduce you to the ladies who work so hard to supply Mother Clucker’s Egg Co-op with the delicious eggs that we enjoy so much. With maybe five or six exceptions, all of the 80 plus “Ladies in Lay” have been hand raised from tiny chicks, usually less than one week old. Not all girls have names (yet), however those who do have earned them—one way or another.

Meet Lulu

(Picture larger than I’d otherwise post, so that you can see her eye.)

Lulu, if hens had titles, would be our Queen Mum. She came to live with us *very* shortly after Pupp and I bought the property and moved in. Like most of our gals, she arrived here as a teensy-tiny chick, in a box of twenty or so babies that I plucked (no pun intended) from one of the chick bins at Orchard’s Feed. All cute and fluffy, she had markings down her back that looked like a chipmunk’s stripes. The store’s bin was labeled, “Americana chicks.” More accurately, Lulu and her bin-mates are called “Easter Eggers.” She, and others of her breed were chosen primarily for one very special characteristic they possessed… Lulu and her bin-mates would grow up to lay green shelled eggs!

Lulu had an uneventful childhood. She did everything that the rest of the chicks did, growing up: scratching for bugs and roots, nibbling tender shoots of grass, and chasing grasshoppers and other bugs around the yard—until, likely, well before I noticed something was amiss. Lulu didn’t wander far from the henhouse. She didn’t chase grasshoppers any more. But, there was one HUGE clue that told me something was really off. One day, Lulu RAN at full speed toward me and **BASH** crashed into my leg. This is not normal behavior for a chicken, so I picked her up and immediately discovered the problem. Lulu had THICK cataracts in both eyes. Lulu was, and still is, almost blind. Upon this discovery, I named her after Louis Braille… Lulu for short.

Chickens are social creatures with a highly defined hierarchy—or “pecking order.” Dominant chickens get bossy, and subordinate chickens get pecked, often to remind them that they are their subordinate! Lulu ended up being the “bottom hen.” However, she had found a friend and protector in the “Alpha Rooster,” Bob. Bob would lead her around, clucking loudly so that Lulu and another “Special Needs” hen could follow his voice around the pasture and through the orchard. Bob would stop and cluck to them, also telling them where to get the tidbits he found on the ground. He took good care of his girls… even chasing off the bossy hens, when they would get too aggressive. Lulu, although visually impaired, thrived… until one fateful night.

Bob was a good protector. One night the coyotes came and raided the henhouse. Twenty three girls and three boys were lost that night. By the amount and types of feathers scattered around the field, it became obvious to me that Bob died while defending his ladies. He didn’t die in vain… his two darlings survived. Lulu was devastated. She would wander the field, often alone… sometimes with the other “Special” lady, “Grizelda…” BAWK-BAWK-ing loudly in all directions. It was obvious. Lulu was lost, in more ways than one, without her man.

There are several predators in our area; raccoons, opossums, hawks, eagles, coyotes, and the neighbor’s uncontrolled dogs. (Don’t get me going on THAT topic!) Knowing, that without her protector, little blind Lulu would stand no chance against predator attack, I moved her and her friend into our fenced back yard. Lulu has lived there ever since. It didn’t take her long to learn just which bedroom window to LOUDLY complain under, when she feels I’ve slept in too late… “A girl has to eat… and *I* want to eat NOW!!” she would likely say.

Lulu does very well in our back yard. We keep the nest box, food, and water in the same place, so that she knows where to find them. And, although Grizelda has passed on, Lulu has lots of company. Currently she shares her nestbox and yard with a constant rotation of younger chickens, until they become old enough to join the main flock. A newer, permanent, roommate has joined Lulu’s Queendom; But, I’ll tell you more about One-Eyed-Jackie another time.

Hugs and clucks!

Jenn… ~Mama Cluck~

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Pupp’s Blackberry-Mint Chiller; Simple, Thoughtful, and Delicious!

I got a really neat surprise this afternoon.

My sweetie, Pupp, presented me with this amazing booze-free drink.  She calls it a “Blackberry-Mint Chiller;” I call it YUMMY!

A lovely surprise on a summer day!

Pupp’s Blackberry-Mint Chiller

2 Cups Freshly Picked Blackberries

1 Handful Bruised (crushed) Fresh Mint Leaves

3 Cups Cracked or Crushed Ice

Honey or Sweetener to Taste

Unflavored Soda Water or Seltzer

-Chop your bruised mint and add to a large lidded container.

-Roughly crush the berries, leaving some chunks.  Add to the lidded container.

-Add ice to container and shake vigorously to combine.  Sweeten mixture to taste.

-Add to your glass, 2/3 full, and pour soda water to top off your drink.

-Garnish with mint and berries, if desired, stir, and enjoy!  (Strain if smoother drink is desired… leave more berry chunks for a more farmhouse/rustic feel.  I’m sure the addition of Vodka or Rum wouldn’t be bad either.)

Thanks, Pupp!  I loved it!

May I have another???


Mama Cluck

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What can I do for a spraddle legged chick?

I noticed that one of Mama Mia’s Sizzle bantam chicks was having problems walking.  She appeared to be high centered.  Upon closer inspection, it was determined that she was “spraddle legged.”  Spraddle Legs develop as a result of the embryo’s position while growing in the egg.

Fortunately it is very treatable.  I’m going to tell you how I helped to correct it for this little chickie.

1.  Assemble your supplies;  Scissors and “Vet Wrap”

2.  Cut a strip of adhesive  bandage (AKA; “Vet Wrap”) three times the ideal width of your chick’s stance.

3.  Roll the center 1/3 into a “rope,” like the above picture.  The hobble is now finished!   ((Note–I did something *very* similar to this when I was on a neonatal air ambulance team, in order to secure a breathing tube!))

4.  Wrap each leg with an end of the hobble, leaving the rolled “rope” in the center.

5.  At this time, some people place the chick in a ramekin or in the center of a roll of tape in order to help chick get used to its legs’ new position.  ((Note–This chick is a teeny-tiny bantam, so she was too small for even a tape roll!))

This is the side view of Misery.  (Yes, like the Stephen King book, Misery… since the main character was hobbled by his captor!)

It took her about 6 hours to master walking in the chick hobble, but after that she was able to run and even do a little scratching in the bedding.

One week later, Misery is done with the hobbles.  If you look closely, there is slack between her legs, because her hip joints are back in the correct alignment.  At this time I carefully cut her legs free with a pair of bandage scissors.

DO NOT use finger/toenail clippers if at all possible… it is FAR TOO EASY to injure the chick’s tiny legs with them!!

I hope this post helps someone to help their splayed/spraddle legged chick in the future.



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Zucchini “Candy,” Four Ways

If you’ve ever planted a few zucchini plants in your garden, I’m sure you’ve asked yourself, “What the heck do I do with all this zucchini?”

Does a trip to the garden end up with you carrying an infant sized zucchini back to the house?

Do your co-workers hide at the sight of a brown paper bag?

Have you stocked your freezer with loaves upon loaves of zucchini bread?

Then, here is another alternative… however NOT low in sugar… just may be just the ticket to trick that finicky kid (or spouse!) into eating that prolific summer squash!

Zucchini Candy

Basic Zucchini Candied “Fruit”

10 cups peeled, seeded and diced zucchini
3 Cups water
2 pkgs. unsweetened “Koolaid” type unsweetened flavored drink mix (your choice of flavor)
2 1/2 cups sugar

Peel zucchini,  remove seeds, and dice.

Mix up a liquid syrup of the powdered drink mix, sugar, and water.

Add zucchini, Bring to a boil, and them simmer for 25 min–until the zucchini starts looking translucent.  (If you are using “invisible” the pieces will start looking like pineapple pieces.)

Drain and then place on dehydrator trays in single layers.

Dry 14 hours at 125 degrees, turn pieces over, and dry another 4 hours. This will feel dry and not sticky when done.

Dust with cornstarch if you want to prevent clumping.  (It makes the candy look like candied ginger!)

Store in jars or other tightly sealed containers.

Note: If you dip in sugar when you turn them, they will be more like “gum drops” on the outside.  You could also cut into strips about 3 inches long and 1/12 inch thick and wide to get a “gummy worm.”  The a small dice would be good in muffins and fruitcake, though.

Pineapple Candy “Fruit

10 cups peeled, seeded and diced zucchini

48 oz. pineapple juice

2 T. pineapple extract

2 1/2 cups sugar

1/4 cup lemon juice

Mix together the liquids and sugar, then follow the directions above in the basic recipe.

Zucchini Candy “Gum Drops”

When turning the zucchini pieces in the dehydrator, dip them in sugar for the gum drop coating.

“Sneaky Zucchini” Fruit Leather

To make fruit leather; peel, seed, dice,cook, drain zucchini. Mash or blend in fruit and/or berries.  Add sugar/lemon juice as desired.  Then spread thin on plastic wrap or fruit leather tray sheet in a dehydrator.  Dry fruit leather until center is firm to the touch.

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Chickies! A Spring Contest Has Sprung!

Spring is finally here!

I’ve fallen in love with one of the first signs of spring… fuzzy, fluffy, peeping, and all around cute… CHICKS!

Right now we have:  two girls sitting on eggs, eleven chicken eggs–five are from Zizzle (our Frizzle Bantam Cochin rooster who died in a coyote raid) and out of our two Silkie hens–in the first ‘bator that are due to pip (chicken’s name  for being born) in the next few days, and eighteen Red Bourbon x Chocolate turkey eggs in the other ‘bator.

At this time, I want to announce our contest!  Thank you to everyone who has helped make Mother Clucker’s Farm the GREAT page it is!

Happy (LATE) 500 Facebook Fans!


May 1, 2012 Contest

The questions to be answered (by you) are:

1-Which egg will pip first? (eggs are numbered 1-11, as stated in rule 1… read the rules at BOTTOM of page, to be sure you are guessing the correct egg.)

2-Which egg will pip last?

3-How many eggs total will hatch?

Prize: A custom wooden sign–saying “Crazy Chicken Lady” OR “Crazy Chicken Guy”–whichever the case may be; by Pupp, Mother Cluck’s talented and tolerant wyfe!

Deadline: Winners will be posted here and on FB either when all the eggs have hatched (meaning all 11) or on Friday, May 4th, in the event that fewer than 11 hatch by that day.

Additional, requested, info:

If it helps:  1) Chicken eggs take 19-21 days… no matter the breed, with the one *SLIGHT* exception that some bantams tend to hatch at the beginning of that range…    2) This is day 19….     3) I started with 12 eggs…    4) They went into the “bator” at the same day/time.    5) On day 14 I candled them & found that 11 of 12 had viable embryos, so I discarded the one that was where the empty space is in the pic…     6) I’ll keep the incubator on until day 23 anyway…     7) The small eggs-#’s 1, 4, & 7-10 (bantam) were fertilized by a bantam Frizzle Cochin (Zizzle, the Frizzle… may he rest in peace) and are from Silkie mothers…    8) All the other eggs are of an unknown father–One of four possible… Bob and Chuck (Wyandottes), Liberace (Ameraucana), and Forrest (Black Jersey Giant)     9)  It looks like the breeds of hens involved are Eggs: #2 & 3 Cucoo Marans, #5 & 6 Easter Egger (a mutt “breed”), and #11 Andalusian…    10) Eggs develop optimally at 101F in a still air incubator and 99F in a forced air incubator… I used a still air incubator and manually turned them 3 times a day. The embryos tend to hatch early at slightly higher temps, and later at slightly lower temps… I am obsessive, and checked the temperature and relative humidity at least once an hour. Hope that helps! Any questions at all, ask away!

Contest Results!!!

Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner!!!… Well, maybe a hand painted personalized sign by Pupp and myself, instead. (We’ll post a pic after it gets done!)

The results of the “guess this hatch” contest were:
1) First to hatch was #9, who happened to be a beautiful black Frizzle x Silkie chick.
2) The LAST to hatch was #6, who happened to be Easter Egger x BLRW chick. (She has a rose comb starting, so it should be very interesting!!)
3) ALL ELEVEN eggs hatched.

Here are the chickies!!! 

Our 3 way tie was between: Laura LaFleur and Susan Troyanek- both guessing ALL would hatch, & Kimber from Stilettos in the Mud: Confessions of a Counterfeit Country Girl, who guessed that #6 would hatch last! They were numbered 1-3 in the order they appear here.  Then I went to to get a truly random number of those 3…

Our winner was #1, Laura LaFleur, of Lewis County, WA!!  A picture of her custom sign will be posted here when it is finished!

Random notes on the hatch:

-The first 9 to hatch were ALL the black chickies… SIX of those were the Sizzle bantams!  (Three of those little Sizzles are now showing curling of their wing feathers… WHOO HOO!!!)

-When the 1st chick hatched, she went from egg to egg… peeping loudly at each!

-The cutest “AWWWW” moment was when all 9 black chicks crawled into the egg carton cups and fell asleep!

-The two “chipmunk” marked chicks hatched from the green Easter Egger eggs, and are named “Chip” and “Dale.”  Chip and Dale have WIDE rose combs… so their dad(s) are one or both our Blue Laced Red Wyandottes, Bob and/or Chuck… Chuck died defending the ladies from the coyotes!

-The white, Andalusian’s egg (Our Andalusian is named Mrs. Dove, because she looks too dainty to be a chicken!!) hatched out a pure black chick with a BIG beard!! (That tells me that Liberace, our Lavender Ameraucana is a daddy!!)

Again, thank you to all for making our LATE 500 FB fans contest such fun!



 Contest Rules:

-The above eggs are numbered 1-11, starting with the cream colored egg at the top-right position and continuing clockwise. (Ex: #5 is the green egg on top right, #6 is green egg directly below it, #7 is the cream egg to #6′s left, and so on…)

-Entrant must sign up for email notification of new posts from, by submitting his/her email address in the fill-in field at right.

-If you already get email notifications, then just post your answers below.

-It is YOUR responsibility to check back here to see if you have won.  I will reply to the winning post with how to contact me to receive your prize.

-The winner will be the person who gets (In THIS order) all three, or both questions correct.

-If nobody guesses both correctly, then everyone who answered one question correctly will be subject to the Tie-Breaker. (below)

-Tie Breaker:  In the event of a tie or multiple correct respondents, those who answered correctly will be numbered in order of submission and the winner will be selected via the random number generator at

NOTICE:  This contest is not sponsored, nor endorsed, by Facebook… It is solely created, offered, executed, and finalized by the owner of this blog,

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Phoenix; the chick who refused to die!

Mama Mia in the new, improved, nest and run.

Mama Chicken, a Buff Brahma hen, is now named “Mia”… as in Mama Mia.  After sitting on a clutch of five Sizzle eggs–Courtesy of Whoopie, our black Silkie hen, and Zizzle, our black Frizzle rooster–hatched four little black  puffballs.  Due to harsh weather conditions, we relocated Mia and her brood to a new nest and run set up in our feed room.

When I picked Mia up there were ONLY TWO live chicks under her… as well as one that had been dead for some time. I looked for and found the one unaccounted for and found a cold, limp chick outside of the nestbox.

I have no idea why I was led to, but I took that one into where I had a heat light set up for the older chicks from the feed store. I spent about 15 minutes warming and drying the little body without any sign of life… and then a little foot gave a weak little kick and then it began to shiver… WOW!!! ITS ALIVE!!!! I spent another 10 minutes warming and rubbing her for stimulation… then tucked her under my chin and swiftly assembled a make-shift ICU out of a box, a heat lamp and a gently warmed bath towel.

I left her(?) under the light and went to make some tea to warm myself up… From the game room I hear **PEEP–PEEP–PEEP!!** I go to investigate, expecting to find an older chick in some mischief… NOPE, its my little no-so-frozen chickie, running around the box and peeping as loud as she can! What a beautiful sound!

MOM!! Big sister is looking at me!!

Its now 8 hours later and she’s doing well. I put the smallest of the older chicks purchased the week before into her ICU/brooder for company, and they are doing super together, eating lots, drinking from the nipple waterer, and making loud peeps! (Pupp, my wife, insisted that the ICU be brought into the bedroom so I could make sure the little peeper did well through the night!)  This tiny, almost dead, black ball of fluff is now a very spunky and LOUD chickie! I’m so happy I listened to that little inner voice that convinced me to see what would happen if she could be warmed up!

My Sister-in-Love (once my sister-in-law), Chris, suggested a fantastic name for this little chick who refused to die… Phoenix.  Its quite an ambitions name for a little puffball of a bantam to live up to, but she has had a GREAT start!

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Grizzelda, you will be missed! *sigh*

A sad and glad mixed day around Mother’s Farm, today…. *sigh*

I looked out the bedroom window and saw that Grizzelda had died and little blind Lulu was trying hard to get her best bud to move… nudging her and bawk-bawking as loud as she could. I’ll be burying her in the apple orchard, where she and Lulu would look for bugs.

It didn’t take long for me to find Lulu a new roomie. I picked up Shiva, one of my HUGE Light Brahmas, who had a bare back from too much male attention and noticed while stroking her that she had a DEEP gash on her left side… (possibly a spur cut or a hawk got too much bird for his bargain!!) the edges were looking a little putrid, dammit! So Shiva is now living with Lulu at least until she heals. I hydrogen peroxide-ed the wound to clean it out and assess the flesh beneath, and then doused is with “Wonder Dust”… similar to Blu-Kote. I’ll be keeping a close eye on it!

Jackie (short for One-eyed-jack… a one eyed Buff Orpington pullet chick) is growing well and starting to feather out. A few more weeks and we’ll introduce her to Lulu. Hopefully they will be a good pair. She is eating and drinking well with the rest of the 17 pullet chicks!

I must get going… I have two good things to balance out the bad today. I’m picking up a used small coop (I’ll take pics, promise!) that I got for a bargain on Craigslist… then I’ll head to my mom’s for a sewing lesson. We finally dug out the sewing machine from all the boxes we still need to go through, from the move.

My mom is very lonely, as her hubby needs her around the clock due to advanced MS. I’m glad to get some time together.



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And on this farm, there were wet chickens….. E-I-E-I-O

Tankie, our little “Chicken Puppy”

Hey! What kinduva dog are you???

Q:  What do you Get when you have; eighty-five chickens, several days of rain, an enclosed chicken yard, and hen house made from a poorly planned, old, converted horse barn?

A: MUD!!  Lots of stinky, icky, gross chicken shit… err… “mud!”

Sometimes you just have to stand back and ask yourself, “What on Earth were they thinking???”  (Or, WERE they thinking at all?)

Our chicken house is a re-purposed open air horse stall.  The floor, for some unknown reason, was made four inches BELOW the actual ground level.  To make it worse, the slope of the roof is such that when it rains–the water runs off on the SAME side as the barn’s door.  The result is water runoff that pools inside the chicken house, at the doorway to the chicken house!  And, if you spend any time at all with chickens… you find out very quickly that they really don’t care where they poop!    YUCK!!

So this is what we have:  Chicken Poop + Low Floors + Water Runoff = Poop Soup!

What to do?…. I took a look at the problem–poor (no) drainage away from the coop floor.

No problem… (cough)… I got a shovel and dug a trench directly under where the water was draining.  Since there were no gutters, that meant the whole length of the barn under the roof’s edge.  Then I filled the trench with 1-1/2 to 3 inch smooth river rock, for drainage.  I was really happy with the results and really pleased with myself for coming up with such a great solution to the problem!

Well…. I was happy for a few weeks.

I forgot to factor in the inevitable… again, chickens do not care how much time spent, nor how well thought out… they will poop wherever they stand, including *right* on top of a well thought out drainage trench.  This, in combination with the abundance of rain we have in the Pacific Northwest, will filter into the cracks and crevices, defeating the purpose, and then back to square one…  a soupy-poopy, chicken house floor.  (Now I use pine shavings and change the bedding in the doorway every couple days!)

Oh Well... I guess, if there’s a moral to the story;

When life gives you chicken poop… find the humor and LAUGH your A$$ off!

My very best and Namaste,

Mother Jenn

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Mother Clucks’ Turkeys and Ducks

Its been a long day already!

Skywatcher Meats, the folks I had “process” the 14 turkeys and 4 ducks, had an errand in Salem, so they delivered all the birds!  WHOO HOO!!  It saved a 1.5 hour R/T to Castle Rock, WA.  I was very happy to save the gas!  They were completely professional and were easy to work with… and I had several special requests, which they “followed to a T.”  (Save wings with nice looking feathers in a separate bag, note the weights as well as breed of turkey on each bag, package giblets and place inside each bird, and save all the feet in one separate bag.)

I would recommend them to anyone needing chicken/turkey/gamebird processing.  The ducks were COMPLETELY free of pin feathers, which says a LOT!  Only improvements I’d like would be to shrink-bag the birds (prevents frostburn for longer), and put clear tape over the labels like the pharmacy does, so that the info survives condensation/arranging in freezer.  Those are just picky/finicky things… otherwise, I will use them again if I ever get more than 5 turkeys to fatten up again… ACK!  At $10 per turkey and $4 per duck, it was worth it to me.  Unfortunately, since there were 14 T’s and 4 D’s; Well, you do the math… OUCH!

Anyway… I met them at the AM/PM station, just off the off-ramp, for the delivery.  (I’m reminded of the reality show “Truck-stop USA.”)  We must have looked like quite the sight!  One lady takes a turkey out of the HUGE cooler in the back of her pickup, passed it on to the other employee (her mom), who then handed off the package to me for loading into the passenger side of my little pink pickup truck.  I’m reminded of the bucket brigades employed to put out house fires in “Little House on the Prairie.”

Finally, there I was, driving down the road to home… shoulder deep in poultry!  At home, I played a round of jigsaw puzzle with bagged birds, in the workshop’s freezer.  I can tell you that I’m often VERY thankful for the hours and hours of puzzle playing with my Gramma Audrey!  (Pupp says I inherited the jigsaw gene. I know for a fact that she’s right!)  What do you know?  They all fit TIGHTLY, without a space for even one more bird!  It makes me glad we cooked up the turkey I “dispatched” last week.  It would NOT have fit… period!  (The last of it, in turkey soup form, will be made into turkey and dumplings tonight!)

I’m tired!  Fibromyalgia is telling my body that it needs a nap.  Its flipping cold outside, and inside by default… no heating system in the house.  Time to take the handful of pharmaceuticals that I take four times daily, get into the bedroom, turn on the little space heater that Jett stations her head right in front of, curl up under the covers, turn on the TV and the computer, and here I am.

I should go for now… I have to call a very nice lady back about buying some duck eggs from us, return a call from our Community Education about setting up classes on; beginning backyard poultry, drum making, and food preservation.  I’m so excited!  I also need to track down the phone number of a lady who wanted to buy one of my drums… but was going to call me back in a couple weeks…

My best!
Jenn  (AKA: Mother Clucker)

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Nashoba Family Farm

Welcome Home to Nashoba Family Farm

Welcome to Nashoba Family Farm.  The farm was born of a dream had several years ago (1998) by Jenn and Pupp Nashoba.

Once upon a time, a Respiratory Terrorist… err… Therapist (Jenn) and a Social Work graduate student (Pupp) met in an online chat room and fell in love.  They became parents of two wonderful Labrador Retriever (Jett and Tank), who grew to become service dogs and canine therapists to thousands of kids–from victimized children to homeless teenagers.  In fact, Jett was honored by the US Department of Justice for her work helping abused, molested, and victimized children!  We are very proud of her.

Jenn grew up on a small farm and Pupp was a city kid with a love for the outdoors.  These are our lives’ ramblings as we learn to work our farm.  Jenn, Pupp, Jett, and Tank will be writing  about whatever is happening and about whatever is on their minds at the time.  We hope you enjoy your stay and come back again and again!

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