Living at Stone Soup....

Today began with letting the chickens out. Zeus, our resident sheep dog, stands watch right outside the hen house door, making sure that none of the hens run out.  He takes his stance, and the hens all start clucking and carrying on about Zeus being there. They bail out the hen house door into the hen yard, running around and checking out the pile of kitchen scraps I threw in there. Jim went and mucked out the horse stalls, and to feed and water the horses, then bring them down the road to the pasture they stay in during the day.Breakfast is fresh eggs, fried potatoes that Jim grew and some onions that I grew, seeing as he can't grow onions worth a shit (his own assessment, not mine) . And left over cornbread.

Jim, co-founder of SSI hauled spruce from the wood lot next door with Gus, one of his draft horses. I think, often, that I see here what my ancestors must have seen as they went about there day and I eat the meals they must have eaten.