A diary of the day to day happenings on our homestead.The good days, the bad days and those bordering on total chaos...
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Up early to bake, milk and feed before heading to work. It was a quiet morning. My fears for the cashmere doe were realized and she did not make the night. Instructions were left for my son on getting her buried, as I would not be home until late. Another casualty in the battle of the barberpole worm. My heart breaks with each loss.