Whiteley Creek Homestead

LIFE AT THE END OF A DIRT ROAD IN CENTRAL MINNESOTA

organically grown triticale in our field
canoeing in our wetlands
raspberries growing wild on our property
our back porch fieldstone fireplace

It happens just that quick. One little trip to the farm store.

Welsummer pullet

Welsummer pullets

It began this morning. Dick had noticed that area farmers were set up in the parking lot outside the Tractor Supply Store selling goats, rabbits, chicks, pullets (female chickens less than one year old), and cockerels (male chickens less than one year old). He asked me if I wanted to go. Just to look. "Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart GREW THREE SIZES that day." -Dr. Seuss That's what our hearts did do today. When our eyes fell upon four Welsummer pullets. Seven weeks old. Now ours. 

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