Friday, October 23 · 7:50 pm · Port Angeles
Lights out. The flock is on the roost, and every Steve is asleep. Mostly.
Who lives here
This all started with six chicks, seven and a half years ago. Then more chickens, and more chickens, then goats, then ducks, then sheep, with two sets of pigs named Bacon and Carnitas that have come and gone. On this homestead, every rooster is named Steve.
The Original Gangsters. Three of our first six are still with us!
Nigerian Dwarfs, head butty and cuddly.
Khaki Campbells and one Rouen, Eli. They live for rain.
Katahdins. Hair, not wool, so no shearing day.
Barn supervisors and cold-blooded killers.
Honey bees to bee back Spring '27!
Seen on the property, heard at night, or found as tracks.
Stop by for chicken and duck eggs, and other treats!
Prices are on signage.
Waxing gibbous, 95% lit
Full moon on Sunday, October 25
Moonrise 4:52 pm, moonset 4:46 am
October's full moon is the Hunter's Moon.
We lost two of our goats to cougars. Now we're one of the homesteads helping Panthera test which fences keep livestock safe.
Our own seasons
Each season starts when we actually see it happen here.
Before the homestead, this land of fruit and honey was something we could only dream about, and we did. We lived in cities of all sizes, then broke free and built a home out of a converted 2002 school bus, traveled the eight western states, found a home for a while in Eastern Washington, and roosted at last on the Olympic Peninsula.