22 hours ago
Finch’s nest

Finch’s nest

1 day ago
Me and Barack — his headpiece is called a ‘hood’ and is used hide the stimulus of the world from his sight to calm him down on the way to hunting areas.  

Me and Barack — his headpiece is called a ‘hood’ and is used hide the stimulus of the world from his sight to calm him down on the way to hunting areas.  

2 days ago
2 days ago
Woke up, thought we had reached candyland.

Woke up, thought we had reached candyland.

5 days ago

Morels are a rare and elusive mushroom, which go for $50-$100 a pound at farmer’s markets. The truth is, you can find these scrumptious shrooms yourself, right in the woods around you.    

Morels can be found:

Around dead elm trees or apple trees, in soil with a high pH and high lime content.  They’re tricky suckers to find, but so worth it when you do!  Their texture and taste are unmatched - seriously, heaven in a bite.  

Once you’ve got the shrooms, fry them up in a pan with light olive oil, chives, salt, pepper, and some garlic!  Happy hunting :)

-The Frisky Farmer

5 days ago
To all you farming/falconry junkies, I’M BACK!!  Expect more posts in the near future.  A huge thank you to everyone who has continued to support my blog while I’ve taken a brief hiatus (college called).  But now I’m home for the summer!  I was out in the garden today planting some kale for future salads, photo evidence above. 

To all you farming/falconry junkies, I’M BACK!!  Expect more posts in the near future.  A huge thank you to everyone who has continued to support my blog while I’ve taken a brief hiatus (college called).  But now I’m home for the summer!  I was out in the garden today planting some kale for future salads, photo evidence above. 

1 week ago
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We were eating lunch on a high rimrock, at the foot of which a turbulent river elbowed its way. We saw what we thought was a doe fording the torrent, her breast awash in white water. When she climbed the bank toward us and shook out her tail, we realized our error: it was a wolf. A half-dozen others, evidently grown pups, sprang from the willows and all joined in a welcoming melee of wagging tails and playful maulings. What was literally a pile of wolves writhed and tumbled in the center of an open flat at the foot of our rimrock.
In those days we had never heard of passing up a chance to kill a wolf. In a second we were pumping lead into the pack, but with more excitement than accuracy; how to aim a steep downhill shot is always confusing. When our rifles were empty, the old wolf was down, and a pup was dragging a leg into impassable side-rocks.


We reached the old wolf in time to watch a fierce green fire dying in her eyes. I realized then, and have known ever since, that there was something new to me in those eyes—something known only to her and to the mountain. I was young then, and full of trigger-itch; I thought that because fewer wolves meant more deer, that no wolves would mean hunters’ paradise. But after seeing the green fire die, I sensed that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with such a view.

A Sand County Almanac by Aldo Leopold 
2 weeks ago
2 weeks ago

Like healthy food?

My apologies for how inactive I’ve been — BUT I had to share this wonderful blog with all of my followers:  www.thugkitchen.com

It’s hilarious, trust me, you want to take a look..and it also might give you some ideas for eating healthier!! 

xoxo

1 month ago