The Feed Store

The Names of Things

An old painting by John Miles of Northleach imagines Adam in the midst of naming all the animals in the Garden of Eden. Adam...

Conservation by the Yard

I begin with a proposition adapted from Wendell Berry—namely, that mowing is an ecological act. Mowing extends the perennial drama of photosynthesis and carbon...

Cheese Should Be Dangerous

Early in my farming career I hit a groundhog hole while driving across a hill. My three-ton tractor lifted, and for a moment the...

Backyard Beekeeping

I had long resisted adding ten thousand new livestock to our less than two acres. I had listened to beekeepers’ tales of bears and...

Once More to the Garden (Then to the Trout Streams): ...

I wonder if Mr. Big in the sky would be willing to give us a Do-Over.

Broody Hens and the Sustainable Farmstead

My farmstead poultry flock is sustained by a handful of broody hens—female fowl who have somehow retained their ancient instinct to nest and hatch...

Cutting a Farm into a Forest

A conservationist is one who is humbly aware that with each stroke of the axe he is writing his signature on the face of...

The Winter of our Disconchickentent: A Dispatch

Nature stepped in in her wonted way and took complete control.

Feeding Pigs and Solving for Pattern

Oakland Township, MI My small, exurban farmstead is sustained, in part, by the relationship I forged with my local feed store. To help the reader...