Monumental moments have happened here on the farm this week. For one, the UPS driver (who delivers much welcomed packages right to our front door) and I have become friends. This past week he said to me, “Wow, you’ve really done a lot to the place — it’s looking goooood!” He has been driving up our driveway for the past 15 years and he has seen what the previous owners did not do to this property and what we are starting to do to it. Having his perspective on our work here made me incredibly happy. I felt like it was one of the most validating nods to our dedication to bringing this land and this space back to life.

When we got our 28 baby chicks back in March of this year, they all looked the same — yellow, marshmallow peeps that you could have easily crushed in the palm of your hand (I know that’s kind of morbid, but it’s where my mind goes). When the chicks arrived, we could not tell one chick from the next even though I was desperate to start naming them. Over the weeks and months, some of the chicks began to get colorful feathers, grow waddles and begin to stand out from the others. Slowly, the names emerged from the group — there is Cher and Dino (who looks very prehistoric) and Maria and Sirius Black and Ye-Haw. Cher is the strangest looking bird, she has long, slender grey legs and an awkward neck with a head that appears to have a bob haircut. (I sing her Cher’s biggest hits and she seems to enjoy it.) Cher just stands out from the rest of the flock, perhaps she is born for the stage.

Commitment doesn’t necessarily come easily to me — I have been a gypsy, a roamer, a wanderer, a mover, an unpredictable soul. I have moved close to 60 times in my life, living in homes for weeks and months at a time, housesitting, living in spare bedrooms, staying in yurts, living in homes with seven roommates, sharing bedrooms, living on farms, living on beaches and airplanes, living out of U-Haul trucks, living out of storage spaces, living out of hotels for brief periods…

This week on our farm, we had another first — something I have never experienced before and hope to never experience in the same way again. We had to castrate our male pigs who are now three months old and about 50 pounds each. Being new farmers means that sometimes other people take advantage of that newness and a lot of times, we don’t even realize we are being taken as “green farmers” until it is too late. This is what happened with our piglets and you know, the learning curve is steep for us newbie farmers.

Since mid-March of this year, Ojo Conejo has been buzzing with life and activity. First, the baby chicks arrived — all 80 of them. Then, my best friend from Texas came for a visit and helped us keep those baby chicks alive by wiping their asses every ten minutes to make sure their colons didn’t get clogged. After that, Heathar’s parents came for a 2-week visit followed by the arrival of our friend and co-farmer Jack, all the way from Australia. While Jack has been here, we had a 2-week visit from our dear friend Andrea from Mexico and one day after she left, my father and his girlfriend surprised us with a visit. In between that, we have welcomed 4 pigs to the property and have had many visits from family and friends that live nearby. It has been FULL y’all. I know I have said this before but I will say it again — life out here on the mountain is anything but isolated.

Our laying hens are three months old now and we have three more months to go until they start laying eggs. In the meantime, our neighbors supply us with dozens of eggs every week that we now give to our dog, our pigs and of course, scramble up for ourselves every morning. Our pigs have taken a deep liking to scrambled eggs with jalapeños mixed into them, topped with a copious amount of whole milk. The jalapeños are helpful for the pigs as they assist them in fighting off any kind of strange parasite they might pick up in their pig pen. Up in these mountains, we have learned that there is no shortage of eggs. We have so many dozens of eggs right now that we’ve had to place eggs on our counters and in paper bags around our kitchen. And this is all before our 28 hens even begin laying eggs for us.