Holey Moley!

The soil on our farm is so rocky that it’s hard to garden or even dig a hole, but apparently not for moles—a mole is digging tunnels all over our yard.

Jeepers, Peepers!

Last Thursday evening, Uzzi and I were hunkered down for the night, chewing cud and gazing up at the rising full moon, when Uzzi said, “What’s that?”

It Isn’t Spring Yet!

Mom’s been noticing signs of spring, but she got a big surprise. We had two blizzards in two weeks, and the last one was a doozy!

Collecting Stuff

Remember when Salem got sick and Mom and Dad gave him bock beer to soothe his bellyache? Mom and Dad don’t drink beer, so Uzzi and I decided to Google it for them.

Signs of Spring

You know how I talked last week about some of the Boers shedding their cashmere undercoats? Now they’re all doing it; that’s a sign of spring!

Fiber Animals

Yesterday morning it was 4 degrees F when Mom fed us our breakfast. She paused to scratch Mr. Tumnus’ back and hair came out! She looked closer and sure enough, the Boers are starting to shed their cashmere undercoats. Boers have cashmere?


We’re getting ready for a blizzard! We don’t have them very often here in the Ozarks, so it’s an event. Mom and Dad are scurrying around, making sure we have everything we need. That’s important because once it starts to ice and snow, we’re stuck at home.

Midwinter Bugs

Our sheep have bugs! A few of the sheep started scrubbing themselves on things three weeks ago. Uzzi and I were worried that we’d get bugs too, so we booted up the computer read up on lice.

Big Bales

Here in the Ozarks, hay is expensive, so Mom and Dad buy most of our hay in big bales. It’s cheaper that way, but you have to know how to handle it or it gets wasted.

Christmas Letter to (My Goat) Mom

Note from Sue, Martok’s human mom: Martok agreed to share his annual Christmas letter to his beautiful Nubian mother, Ozark Jewels Peppercorn, again this year.