A pig in every forest, bacon on every plate.

I want to own pigs and lots of them. 

Last week we visited a forest-fed pig farm where the pigs roam free in 75 acres of forest. These were the happiest looking pigs I have ever seen foraging for roots and grubs in the soil, hanging out by the stream, and wallowing in the mud.

The guy who owns the operation, delightfully named "Babes in the Woods", singlehandedly cares for all 150 pigs and an additional 50 piglets which is pretty impressive. (http://www.forestfed.com/) 

Now I just need about a hundred acres of land so I can make my dream farm a reality!

little, reddish-colored Tamworth piglets

The daily grind: a photo essay of sorts.

Everyday I wake up to the first streaks of sunlight breaking through the misty fog of the morning.

As I make my way up to the farmhouse I’m greeted by our three donkeys who nuzzle my arms and nibble at my hair as I hop the fence and take a shortcut up the hill.

Morning chores begin with a visit to our mini flock of sheep who come running at the sound of the feed buckets knocking against one another as I make my way through the high grass to their shady corner of the back hill.

Feeding the goats is a bit trickier; I always find myself dodging horns and hooves as try to fill their trough without getting injured.

By far the highlight of my morning is visiting with my baby turkeys. We recently moved them into pasture and they look happier than ever foraging among the tall grass and practicing flying around their enclosure.

The summer harvest is in full swing! We dug up all of our garlic and hung the bulbs to dry outside.

 I cut bunches of heirloom celery and arranged bouquets of edible flowers for the farmer’s market on Saturday.

I visit with the chickens in the late afternoon to collect eggs. 

My day wraps up as the sun begins to set, and I'm lucky if I'm in bed by 11pm!