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Farm

May 25, 2010
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On Saturday we went with Elijah’s family to visit a friend’s farm about 40 kilometers outside of Whitehorse.

This was no petting zoo. It was a full blown agricultural-animal-husbandry type operation complete with electric fences, piles of manure, and all kinds of opportunities to be trampled, bludgeoned, or rotatilled. There were no little Purex dispensers on the fence posts or signs asking you to not feed the animals your cheetos. Go ahead and feed them the cheetos but don’t expect your hand to go home with you.

It was a total dream.

We bought a dozen farm eggs while we were there and Steve, Elijah’s Dad, told us this wonderful story about the time his mom let him crack a farm egg in the pan for the first time and it turned out to be a partially gestated chick. Scarring.

Hope your Tuesday feels like the best Monday you’ve had in a while.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. Colleen permalink
    May 25, 2010 4:35 pm

    Beautiful! I needed a little James-fix today. It looks like it was a great time. Can’t wait to see you guys!

  2. elena permalink
    May 26, 2010 1:16 pm

    Wow. What kind of growing season do you have up there? I had never considered the possibility of farms in the North until this post.

    • Claire permalink*
      May 28, 2010 6:27 pm

      All I really know about farming in the Yukon is that potatoes are in, pineapples are not. The people that own this farm have special “blankets” that they put over their crops that protect them down to -5 or -10. We tried to grow a garden last year and ended up with a pot of sub-par potato leek soup at the end of the season. But, it can be done. Just not by the author of this blog.

  3. Mary Caudle permalink
    May 27, 2010 7:33 am

    The photo with Elijah, James, and the two horses is priceless —“contest material” for sure! … Great Grandpa agrees!
    Lots of Love, GG & GG

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