Raising Boys in the Country

Eighteen years ago we moved out to this somewhat, mostly completely private spot of land to raise our family.

We’ve had our times.  One hundred twenty-two sticks of dynamite had to be used for the building site and rocky land does not make for a good septic system.  Being off-grid you have to learn the proper set-up for alternate energy, and when your well goes dry you have to be prepared to drill in a new location.  Life here in the sticks can be challenging sometimes.

But If we had to choose again, we would choose where we are.  We’re spoiled now.  If we had a neighbor within shouting distance, we’d probably be like the pioneers of old – wanting to head out to uncharted wilderness.

And I’m sure our neighbors would be considering it if we didn’t decide to leave first.  You know. We operate a little different than most families – like I was telling you the other day. 🙂

Here is just one reason I’m glad we live in the country.  I’m glad my little budding man has the opportunity to connect with God’s creation in his day to day chores.

With his brothers all working, he has taken on the dairy goat operation.

And he’s doing an amazing job.  Of his own accord, he is keeping a daily journal of what’s happening with the goats on an Excel spreadsheet I made up for him. Things like what he did, how the nannies were acting and if there were signs of them getting ready to have kids , when they kidded, etc.

With 7 kids born in the last few weeks, he’ll have 5 nannies that he’ll be milking starting this week.Living on a farm isn’t the only way for a boy to become a man…

but it’s a good way.