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OK. With two feet of snow on the ground, and the possibility of 3 - 6 inches more on Monday, it’s quite apparent that building a goat barn isn’t going to happen as quickly as I’d hoped. I’d be fibbing if I said that doesn’t bother me. I think about Mirrie, Hope, and Chance every single day and I do wish they were here.

Even though we can’t work on building the goat barn, I’ve been looking into the best feed/water configurations. So, for those of you who have goats, would you please do me a favor and tell me your thoughts on some of this? I’m mainly concerned about the water, feed, and hay I provide inside the goat barn. The barn will be 20 feet long, and 8 feet wide, divided like this - 5X8 stall, 8X8 main portion for goats, and an 7X8 area for milking/doctoring and hay/feed storage.

For the hay, Bernie planned to build a manger. But I found some wall mounted hay racks that look as though they help reduce waste, and that won’t take up as much space. With three goats, I figure a corner mount and wall mount may be sufficient? What do you think? This is what the wall mount looks like. Would two (corner and wall) be adequate for daily hay inside the goat barn? Or do you think we should just go with a large manger that Bernie builds? The goat barn isn’t going to be extremely large, so I’m hoping to save space where I can - but if those wall/corner mangers aren’t adequate, we’ll figure out something else.

How do you secure water inside so the goats can’t knock it over? I found these wall mounts that look great, but there are several different types. These are also used for feed. What do you do for securing feed and water? This page shows several - do you use any of these, or do you recommend another method?

Kendra, from New Life on a Homestead provided a link to the Fias Co Farm website, where I found detailed plans for building a milk stand. Milking may be quite a while in our future, but I can see that using a milk stand to secure a goat while caring for her may be a necessity long before then. And this is something I may be able to work on in the coming days to make me feel like I’m at least moving a little bit forward!

If any of you goat parents can offer some advice here, I would really appreciate it. Thanks!

If you regularly follow this blog, you know I’ve posted several time about Angie’s blog. Angie is nothing but awesome. She raises chickens, turkeys, goats, and heaven only knows what else. And she’s FULL of knowledge about how to raise them. I’ve learned so much from her. She’s also taught me to make grocery bags out of 50 pound bird seed bags, how to make homemade yogurt, how to….. well how to do many, many things. She’s also a moderator on backyardchickens and I have nothing but respect for her. She also happens to live a couple of hours from me.

Being the Angie Fan that I am, I also follow her on Facebook. And today she posted that two of her goats had kidded six babies. Three of them passed away But three of them are alive and, thanks to Angie’s most excellent care, are doing quite well.

I need to explain “excellent” care here. Angie brought these three babies into her home and sat with them next to the fire. She put pampers on them (YES - pampers) and they are living in her home. She and her family hold these babies and wrap them in blankets that they rotate in and out of the dryer to make sure they are warm. They fedd these baby goats with bottles filled with the goat mama’s milk. Angie’s teenage daughters sleep in the room with these precious babies and set their cell phone alarms to go off every two hours so they can awaken and feed these babies. There are many, many days of goats living in the house for Angie and her family. And do you know what? Angie doesn’t care. She’s such a good goat mommy. These babies will be sleeping in laps and wearing pampers for quite a few more days. Or weeks. Maybe just 4 more weeks……

Angie knows how badly I’ve wanted goats…. really, really, really wanted goats……. We talked last fall and she had some ready for me to take. But Bernie and I were not ready. We didn’t have shelter for the goats. And we didn’t have a fenced in area for them. Angie said “No worries”. She knew there would be future goat babies, and I knew Bernie would build me a goat shelter in the spring.

But then these babies came. Early in the year. When we still had no shelter. And Angie taunted me with them. She posted pictures for heaven’s sake! *gasp* And I knew…. I just knew….. and after a day of “discussing” it with Bernie, he agreed. He’ll need one month to build a proper shelter, but after one month, I can bring these precious goat babies home! Yay! But shhhhhhh, don’t tell Bernie…… I’m hoping it won’t be a full month……shhhhhh……

So, without further ado, meet Mirrie:

And Chance and Hope:

The white baby is Chance, and the fawn colored baby is Hope.

There is a really precious story behind each of their names. And I will share it later.

But right now, please be happy for me. I am excited beyond words. And I am so very, very happy that three little goats from Angie’s farm will be coming to live with us on the homestead.

This homestead is growing. And I am smiling. Really, really, really smiling.

We finally had a couple of days where the temperature rose above freezing, and we did not hesitate to take advantage of one of them and send nine cockerels to Freezer Camp. We are now officially extra-rooster-free for the first time since last spring. And it feels great. For everyone left on the homestead, anyway!

My poor hens have spent the past few weeks running and hiding from those extra cockerels. The girls would gobble their food as quickly as possible in the morning, if they ate at all, and then run/fly out into the woods to get into the trees. Sometimes they hung out on top of buildings.

It wasn’t the cockerels fault. They were victims of nature - specifically an over abundance of teenage testosterone. But they wreaked havoc around here. From the second they woke up until the second they went to sleep, the yard was filled with the sound of hens screaming and screeching as they attempted to escape from these cockerels, and the sound of the cockerels screeching as they fought over the hens. These cockerels were never tame and, although I never laid a hand on any of them, they would scream and run anytime I walked close by them. They also crowed non-stop. I do love to hear a rooster crow - but listening to 12 crow all day and night really pushes my enjoyment level.

And even though we were aware of the chaos surrounding these nine cockerels, we really had no idea how awful it was until they were gone! The resulting calm in the yard and the flock was immediately palatable. The quietness was a blessed relief, and by late afternoon, there were no hens in trees. For the first time in weeks, the hens were out wandering in the yard with Bobby Lee and Pico. I honestly think I saw those girls smiling……

Poor old Duke is hanging in there. He spends most of his day off to himself, with one or two hens. If I live to be 100, I will never understand why he gave up being Alpha Roo, and then withdrew from the flock for the most part. It really is heartbreaking. But even though Duke has lost his place in the pecking order of the flock, he will always have a special place in my heart.

Bobby Lee’s tail feathers came back beautifully after his molt. They seem to still be growing, and he’s got a couple that now drag the ground behind him.

Pico is a sweet rooster, and I think he’s a pretty boy.

And even though the older girls aren’t laying very well right now, the pullets are providing us with enough eggs that I used 4 1/2 dozen to put up 5 quarts of pickled eggs the other day.

Pickled eggs are great. A calm flock is even better. All living things on the homestead are very happy right now.

If you’ve spent any time at all on the Backyard Chickens forums, or any other number of chicken forums, you’ve undoubtedly heard that pumpkin seeds are a natural dewormer. I’ve done a lot of reading on this subject, and although I’ve never found anything that proves this conclusively, I will tell you that I’ve learned pumpkin seeds have been used for hundreds of years a natural dewormer for all types of pets and livestock. From dogs to horses, and even for humans. And with interest in natural products rising, there are even research grants available concerning the use of pumpkin seeds as a dewormer.

Pumpkin seeds contain an amino acid known as cucurbitin. Cucurbitin is inside the seed, and it paralyzes tapeworms and roundworms, and aids in eliminating them from the body. Some believe it takes very large quantities of pumpkin seeds to work effectively, and some do not believe it works at all,

Whether you believe in using pumpkin seeds as a dewormer for your chickens or not, one thing is for certain - they won’t hurt your chickens, and your chickens will probably love eating them! If you want to use the seeds as a dewormer, remember that the cucurbitin is inside the seed, and chickens can’t chew. You’ll want to make sure you chop the seeds a bit in a food processor, or blender, to expose the pulp of the seeds.

My chickens love a little pumpkin seed smoothie in the fall. I cut pumpkins in half, remove the seeds and put them in a food processor, along with a little buttermilk, milk, or plain yogurt, and whirl it all around until the seeds are a little chopped. Then I use the pumpkin halves as bowls, and pour a little of the smoothy in each of them.

Lordy, they do love a little pumpkin smoothie in the morning.

And when all that delicious smoothie is finished? They eat the bowl!

Remember those eggs I got from a neighbor and let my hens hatch out the end of August? Well, they are about 2 1/2 months old now and I still have no clue what breed they are. I’m certain they are mixed, but I’m just not sure what they are a mix of! And three of the six are HUGE. They also have well defined combs and waddles. I worry they are cockerels. With my original flock, I can typically sex them within 3 - 4 weeks. And some of the pullets, like the White Faced Black Spanish, do have large combs and waddles relatively early. But these three have me a little concerned. Take a look at the two large white ones in these pictures, and keep in mind they are only about 2 1/2 months old:

What do you think?

I’m certain this one’s mother is the only Barred Rock my neighbor has, and I have no idea about the father:

Cockerel or Pullet? I think they are some pretty chickens and I am just praying they are pullets. They’re friendly little things. So are the other three. The other three are smaller and I am 99.99% certain they are pullets. But these three……..

OK, the chickens have enjoyed their morning smoothie and I’ve got to get busy around here. No rest for the weary on this homestead.

When we decided to get back to basic living and move to our homestead, it came with an agreement that we would work toward becoming self-sufficient and self-reliant. We knew this was a big order, and we were willing to take baby steps and be happy for the progress we made, even if it was slower than we wished.

We knew and had practiced some of the skills required before we got here. We had been growing gardens and canning for over 20 years. And, although I had become a little lazy at it, I had been cooking from scratch for at least that long. Bernie knew how to work on vehicles, do home repairs, and work with wood.

Within short order, Bernie learned to saw lumber, build shelters, keep firewood stocked, and fix things he never even considered working on in the past. I learned to make butter, yogurt, cheese, soap, lip balm, perfumes, etc. We got a flock of chickens and I learned how to raise them and doctor them. I’ve always enjoyed being somewhat crafty, and I began to make the vast majority of gifts by hand.

In short, we try to identify those things that we enjoy or that make our lives more comfortable - and then we learn how to do or make those things on our own. We may not always chose to do them that way, but at least we know how to do them, should we ever be in a situation where that knowledge is needed. A good example of what I’m talking about is making butter. We don’t eat a lot of butter, and I don’t always churn it myself. But I have a churner, and I know how to make butter.

I’ve told you all of that to tell you this: Everyone has his/her limitations. Just because you may want to do something, doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to be good at it. No one knows this better than me.

I have several limitations, but I am going to acknowledge one of them right here and now. I. Can. Not. Sew. I really can’t. I hate it. But it’s the truth.

On September 2nd of this year, Bernie’s youngest daughter, Kimberly, blessed us with a grandson. Baby Jacob is a precious little thing, and in the joy of his arrival, I decided I would sew him a blanket, and a diaper bag for Kimberly. Somehow, in all the excitement, I forgot one minor detail. I can not sew.

I bought the patterns, material, thread, and everything needed for the blanket and diaper bag. I looked at the patterns and thought “How hard can this be? This blanket looks so simple. I’ll start with it.” And within the first two minutes I had messed it up. I tore out all the stitching and started again. Two minutes later, I messed it up. I tore out all the stitching and start over. Two minutes later….. well, you get the idea.

I did finally finish the blanket. And I gave it to the pups. Even they do not like it. I did an absolutely horrible job on that simple, little blanket. So I went on-line and I ordered one. I also ordered a diaper bag. I worked around that little problem.

I know if things got so bad that we could not afford to buy clothing, I could sew something we could wear. It may have one sleeve longer than the other, one leg shorter than the other, buttons that don’t match up with button holes, or zippers that don’t zip - but we would have clothing and there would likely be a lot more on our minds at that point than worrying about how we look in our ridiculous clothing.

I guess the point of this whole post is not everyone can do everything - but that doesn’t necessarily mean you shouldn’t try. And that doesn’t mean you can’t be successful at following your dreams.

Follow your dreams. Acknowledge your limitations. And learn to work around them.

And, for heaven’s sake, don’t sign up to sew a baby blanket if you can’t sew.

Bernie and I have been busy in the yard, preparing for the colder weather that is quickly moving in. We cleaned up the garden and added some mulch from the straw, pine shavings, and chicken poop pile that’s been cooking all year. We covered the outdoor plants in leaves and pine straw. I brought in tender plants that have lived in the greenhouse all summer. And, for the few plants still in the greenhouse? Well, I’ve been saving milk jugs all year. So I painted them all black.

I took them up to the rain barrel filled each with water. And then I put all the greenhouse plants on the floor, and placed the jugs among them. The hope is that the water in the jugs will heat up during the day, as the sun shines, and provide a little extra warmth for the plants through the cold nights.

Well, not all the greenhouse plants. I left a couple of tomato and pepper plants on a shelf, just to see how well they will hold up in cold weather in the greenhouse.

The tomatoes plants have kept us in tomatoes for a while, but they are starting to peter out now. The large pepper plant is loaded in small, tight blooms. I’m interested to see if we get any more peppers off of it. I have a very small pepper plant I started a month or so ago. I have no idea how well it’s going to do as time goes on.

And as the cold weather moves in, so does the reality that Christmas is just around the corner. You may remember that I covered several eggs in polymer clay for Christmas ornaments earlier this year. Well, Angie, over at Home Grown, posted about some ornaments she made from eggs - and they are absolutely gorgeous. I knew I had to make some of these.

Here are some of the first few I made:

This first batch was made with some fun stickers I thought would be cute.

I have over two dozen more that are waiting for the caps and strings to be applied. These are mostly modeled after Angie’s beautiful eggs.

This is such a fun project, and I think these ornaments are my favorite. They are easy to make I’m sure they will be a beautiful addition to any tree. You’ve still got time to make your own! Hop on over to Angie’s blog and learn how!

Fall is also the time of year that many people dig their horseradish to make horseradish sauce. When we lived in town, we had horseradish that started as two, small roots. Over the years it flourished, and we liked to dig it up in the spring to make horseradish sauce. When we moved to the homestead, I dug up a couple of roots to get started with out here. That was two years ago, and the horseradish is going strong.

I like to give new horseradish plantings at least a couple of years to get well established before digging them up, so we didn’t dig any of ours this year. But we have a neighbor who had some growing next to his house and, even though he didn’t know what it was, he really disliked it. Horseradish has huge leaves and, if not contained, will grow out of control. When I told him how lucky he was to have horseradish he said “You want it? Dig up as much as you like. I’m getting rid of it.”

So, yesterday, Bernie and I dug up our neighbor’s horseradish. It was well established, and the roots ran so deep there was no way we could get all of it. He’ll be dealing with horseradish again next year….. but, in the meantime, we had a bucket of horseradish that we planned to turn into horseradish sauce.

If you decide to make horseradish sauce, I highly recommend you plan to do it outside. When we lived in town we made horseradish sauce in front of an open window with a fan sucking the air out. And it was very painful. Nothing can make eyes and noses water and sting better than horseradish! This year, we decided to move the entire operation outside.

I washed the roots under the outside spigot.

They’re looking better already.

Then we took them to the picnic bench we moved in the garage and began the tedious chore of peeling them. Knives and potato peelers work really well.

Once they’re all peeled, wash them one more time.

And then it’s time to grate them. We use food processors for this step, but you can hand grate them if you have the time and patience.

When we finished, we had two large bowls full of grated horseradish.

But we’re not quite finished. See how chunky it looks? We ran all of it back through the food processor on chop mode. And when we were finished with that, we had a nice, horseradish sauce consistency.

Then I just filled jars with horseradish, dumped in a little salt, added a pinch of sugar, and topped each jar with white vinegar.

And now we have two quarts, two pints, and one half pint of fresh, homemade horseradish sauce.

Oh, and see that tiny, empty jar? That’s a jar from some horseradish sauce Bernie bought at the grocery store a while ago. It was good, no doubt about that. But it wasn’t as good as homemade horseradish sauce, and it was very expensive! And have you ever read the list of ingredients on some of that store bought horseradish sauce? Making your own horseradish sauce is a little time consuming, but it’s extremely inexpensive and it’s easy. I think it’s worth every minute it takes.

It’s that time of year, and we’re staying busy with “Fall Chores” on the homestead. I always dread the cold weather, but I like doing “Fall Chores”. It feels good to have things cleaned and tucked in and ready to get a few months of rest. And it feels good to work on the things that only get done this time of year.

What kind of “Fall Chores” are you doing?

We’ve been going through some serious molt around here. My chickens have looked just awful, and the coop and yard have been filled with feathers. It’s a natural occurrence, and it takes a lot of energy to grow new feathers. So nature designed it that chickens will molt when there is a slow down in egg laying, hatching, and making new babies. Their bodies focus on growing new feathers. Hens stop laying and going broody, and roosters aren’t quite as amorous as in the spring. Chickens need their reserves to replace all those feathers, and that makes sense to me. Unfortunately, the typical timing of a molt just so happens to be as the colder weather starts to come in. And half naked chickens have to run around with little to keep them warm during this time. Plus, they look down right pathetic.

But the good news is, it only last three or four months or so. Today I noticed that Bobby Lee, the Phoenix rooster, is busy growing in his beautiful tail feathers.

Those white, quill looking things are his feather shafts, and each has a beautiful feather starting to come out of the end of it.

I’m thankful we are heading out of the molt. Not only am I glad my chickens will look better and stay warmer, I’m glad egg production may pick up a little again. Two to four eggs a day out of all these hens is a little disheartening. Even if the older hens don’t start laying again until next spring, at least I’ve got the pullets to help get us through the winter with eggs.

So many of my hens hatched out chicks this year that I’ve got a variety of ages in the yard. Many from the hatches from the last few months are teenagers now, and they are refusing to roost at night. They prefer to sleep in the nest boxes. This may not sound like a big deal to you. But it’s a BIG deal to me. These teenagers poop in the nest boxes. And they poop a lot! Each morning I have to change out the bedding in the nest boxes, and I don’t like changing out poopy bedding in the nest boxes. It kinda gets on my nerves. I have WAY too many teenagers to spend each night removing them and placing them on the roosts. So I came up with a plan…..

Remember my newly renovated nest box area?

Well, this is how it will look every night, from here on out, until those teenagers learn to get on the roosts:

And those new nest boxes Bernie built me?

Well, they’re now covered at night too.

Ha! That’ll teach ‘em.

Wait. You don’t think they’ll out-think me on this one, do you?

I just don’t trust these sneaky little chickens…..

I spent a long over due day in the kitchen yesterday. I’ve had three pumpkins from the mutant pumpkin plant sitting there waiting on me to decide what I was going to do with them for quite a while. So many of the bloggers I follow have been posting about roasting their pumpkins, freezing pumpkin meat and making pumpkin pies, that I finally decided yesterday was the day.

I have a confession. In the past, I’ve roasted the pumpkin seeds and either made a Jack-O-Lantern out of the pumpkin, or fed the pumpkin meat to my chickens. I’ve never roasted a pumpkin and I’ve never eaten any of the meat. Well, this year I feel I more than redeemed myself. I roasted the two smaller pumpkins and not one ounce of them went to waste.

I froze 10 quart bags of pumpkin meat and I roasted most of the seeds. Roasting pumpkin seeds is easy - separating the seeds from the pumpkin goo is not. Well, it’s really not that it’s difficult. It’s a little time consuming. I find putting the goo and seeds in a large bowl of water and then squishing all the goo between my fingers is the best method. The seeds separate, for the most part, and float to the top of the water. Once I get the seeds separated, I wash them off and remove any lingering pumpkin goo, and then let them dry on a paper towel. Once dry, I put them in a bowl, drizzle a little olive oil over them, dump on some salt, and mix it all together. Then I spread them on a covered baking pan.

I bake them at 250 for about an hour, turning them every 15 minutes or so. And when they turn golden brown, they are ready to eat. I keep them in an airtight container. I think they’ll last a couple of weeks or so like that, but they don’t usually make it that long around here.

And after the pumpkin meat was frozen and the seeds were roasted? I fed everything that was leftover to the chickens. They love anything pumpkin. And I was happy to have no waste what-so-ever.

Angie’s post motivated me to actually make a pumpkin pie with some of that pumpkin meat. That may not seem significant to you, but I’ve never cared for pumpkin pie, and I saw taking the time to make one from scratch the last ditch effort to determine if it was worth allowing these things to grow in my garden.

Pies need pie crusts, so I made four of them, and froze all but one. When I roll out my pie crust, I lay the dough on a sheet of wax paper, and place another sheet over top of it. It rolls out without sticking to the rolling pin, and when I’m finished I can either peel off the top sheet of wax paper and then use the second sheet to help put the crust in the pie pan, or I can leave both sheets on and freeze the crust that way. For the crusts I freeze, I fold the crust in half (the wax paper keeps the dough from sticking to itself), and then in half again. Like this:

Then I put them in a gallon freezer bag, and call it a day.

Well, not quite a day. I still had a pumpkin pie to make. So I mixed all the orange goo with some milk, evaporated milk, and spices and poured it into my shell.

Then I stuck it in the oven and forgot to set my timer. Argh. I’m not sure how long the pie had been baking when I finally realized I missed that little step. So I ended up poking it with a knife to test for doneness every 10 minutes or so. As a result, the finished pie was full of knife stabs and not very pretty. But do you know what? It tastes delicious! I was really pleasantly surprised that I like that pumpkin pie. Which is really good, seeing as I have a freezer full of pumpkin goo. My dad sent me a Cream Cheese Pumpkin Roll that I’m pretty excited to try.

Along with spending the day with pumpkins, I also spent a lot of time with a turkey. A 20 pound turkey, to be exact. Bernie found this fella on sale at the grocery store. Bernie’s quite the bargain shopper these days. At any rate, I roasted the turkey and we had a little of it for supper last night. I froze many bags of turkey - some for us and some to use in the home made dog food. After all the turkey was picked and frozen, I threw the carcass in a stock pot, added some seasonings and chopped onions, carrots, and celery, covered the whole thing with water and let it cook for about 3 hours. After straining, I ended up with six quarts of turkey stock in the freezer.

It was a long day in the kitchen yesterday. But as cold and rainy as it was outside, I was very happy to be there. We had the wood burner cranking out heat and the house smelled of pumpkin pie and roasted turkey.

And that huge mutant pumpkin? I’ve about decided to scoop out the seeds to roast and save a few for next year’s garden. And then I think I’ll donate the pumpkin itself to our neighbor kid so he can have the biggest Jack-O-Lantern in this neck of the woods.

So what have you been doing in your kitchen? Is your freezer full of good food? Have any pumpkin recipes you’d care to share?

If you keep up with me on Facebook, you may recall that last week I posted that I was looking for a home for a cute little Phoenix cockerel.

This guy narrowly escaped freezer camp a few weeks ago. He was spared for two reasons 1) He was really too little to eat and 2) he’s a full bred Phoenix. I really love my Phoenix hens and roosters. Not only are they pretty, they have very nice dispositions. I was really hoping we could find him a nice home. And that is exactly what we did.

When my friend, Charlotte, read my post on Facebook, she immediately wrote to tell me if I couldn’t find a home for the Phoenix cockerel, she would take him. Charlotte has wanted chickens for a very long time, and she somehow convinced Tex to agree to this cockerel. I wrote Charlotte back right away and said “Consider him yours.” She named him Feathers.

Bernie and I went over to deliver Feathers, and help work on the new coop and chicken yard that would be Feathers’ new home. When we got there, everything was well under way.

Within no time, Charlotte and I had the chicken walking plank ready to go, and Tex had constructed the sliding chicken door.

Charlotte tiled the floor of the coop. I am not kidding.

Tex went in to install the roost. But there was a slight problem. Tex is a little bigger than a chicken.

But he figured out a way to make it work.

Just look at these new digs!

Charlotte put the litter down, and we installed Feathers. He immediately showed his approval by scratching around happily.

The guys quickly closed in the chicken run.

And Feathers was allowed outside to check out his new yard.

He looks pretty darn happy in his new home, doesn’t he?

I can’t tell you how happy I am that Charlotte took this little cockerel. I had hoped to find him a good home and I am just tickled that I found him the perfect one.

I have learned to never say “never” on the homestead. I never thought I’d let my hens hatch out babies. I never thought I’d cull one of my chickens. I never thought I’d eat one of my chickens. And I never thought I’d give one of my chickens away.

Hmmmmm. Following that logic, I never thought I’d win the lottery either. So maybe, just maybe, Feathers won’t be the only lucky one around here!

PS - Thank you Tex and Charlotte for bringing Feathers into your lives and providing such a wonderful home for him. Oh, and thanks for letting me use your camera and sending me all the pictures.

For the two of you that have been following my blog for the past 3 1/2 years (thanks My Dear John and Mom) you may remember that when we moved to our homestead just over two years ago, Bernie quit his job, and I began working from home. And we’ve never looked back.

When we moved here, the agreement was that Bernie would take care of everything on the homestead and my primary job would be to bring home the bacon. And, as agreed, Bernie would get groceries and run all the errands. This particular part of our agreement actually terrified Bernie and, quite frankly, ME. Bernie didn’t know how to shop. He’d never done that before. The fact of the matter is that I believed Bernie would starve and run around with no underwear without me to buy his food and clothing.

But Bernie surprised me. He became an excellent shopper. Not only does he makes lists for shopping, he has even learned to bargain shop. I’m really quite proud of him and the truth is, he has ended up to be a better shopper than I ever was.

A few weeks ago I had a day off from work, and it happened that it was the day the Bernie usually goes to town and does his shopping and runs errands. I decided to tag along with him. He had several stops to make, and at each of them the person behind the register knew him. He proudly introduced me as his wife, and without exception each exclaimed “We’re so happy to meet you!” Store after store, the reaction was the same.

As we were driving home Bernie said “Thanks for coming with me. Now everyone knows I really do have a wife.”

This afternoon I got a call from our insurance company. They informed me that I would save money by mail ordering my prescriptions through them. I quickly agreed and we got everything set up. When I hung up I proudly announced to Bernie “Well, I’ve just made your life a little easier. Now you won’t have to include the pharmacy on your list of errands when you go into town.”

His face fell. Clearly he did not understand what I had just said.

“Your list of places to stop when you go to town is smaller now. The insurance company is going to mail my prescriptions, so you don’t have to stop by the pharmacy.”

I thought Bernie was going to cry.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him

“I like stopping by the pharmacy. They know who I am and why I’m there. The minute they see me they grab the prescriptions and start ringing them up. They talk to me. I know about their puppies and work mates and all the pharmacy gossip. I like going by the pharmacy. What will they think when I stop coming by?”

I had never considered that. I thought I was doing him a favor. I guess I never really stopped to realize that not only does Bernie have a job, he takes it very seriously. He makes sure our homestead is cared for - from meals to firewood to out-buildings to groceries and everything in between. And he likes it. He really likes it. That not only surprises me, it makes me very happy.

Maybe I should just focus on bringing home the bacon. I no longer know how to fry it.