On the Edge of Wild

09/05/2025

09/04/2025

Found where one our hens disappeared to 🤦🏻‍♀️
So far we have 5 new babies on the homestead!
How's your week going? 🐣🐣🐣

09/03/2025

09/03/2025

These two had the time of their lives at the Wild Goose Festival this past weekend. Thanks to everyone for helping us in their training!

They've pretty much been potatoes like this ever since coming home 🥹✨️🪿

08/29/2025

Just homestead things.... ♡

08/27/2025

08/26/2025

Found this little guy crawling along on the farm the other day. Any guesses what it might be?

08/25/2025

A weekend well spent with my better half and our 3 babies. Now that is success 🤌🏻

08/25/2025

Accidentally left the fence off and woke up to a certain someone helping themselves to a green breakfast 🤣

06/08/2025

I wasn’t prepared for this part of homesteading.
No one really talks about it.
Not in the starter guides. Not in the feed store. Not on the sunny Instagram reels.

The part where you pour your heart into something—
into someone—
and lose them anyway.

The chick you helped hatch.
The goat you stayed up with all night.
The duckling that followed your kids around the yard.
The quiet moments when you whisper “come on, baby” and they still slip away.

I didn’t expect how heavy it would hit.
I didn’t realize how quickly a little life could become part of your every day.
How deeply you could grieve something so small.

And still—we do it again.
We mend the fence.
We clean the stall.
We gather eggs with a lump in our throat.

Because this is part of the life we chose.
A life full of sunrises and heartbreak.
Of muddy boots and miracles.
Of losing, and loving, and doing it all again.

No, it never gets easier.
You just learn to keep going.
To hold the hard alongside the beautiful.
To let your heart break open and still believe in new life.

That’s the farm life.
That’s the cost of raising anything worth loving.