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Sunday, May 12, 2024

May 12th, 2024 Hurrying Up So That We Can Wait.

 


Our two rows from
last year as of today.

We've been pretty busy here on the Farm. Working the planting plan, sprouting seeds, and putting what plants we can into the ground. But the Springtime weather is a bit too wet and a lot to cool to make a while lot of headway in growing things. Still and all we are getting some things going while we wait for the Summer.

Our two rows when
we started this year.

Right now there are many hundreds of plants either in the Greenhouse or on benches nearby. Every type of seed. We have quite a few varieties of Peppers, tomatoes, corn, beans, peas, and most other garden veggies that come in seed packets. There were enough plants this year that we had to come up with some way of keeping track of them. Managing what we have, what we will need, and where they are in the growing cycle takes a lot of time. In the past years we tried jotting things down on paper, but this got confusing and really didn't tell us too much unless we spent hours compiling the numbers for analysis. Then we started journaling things using Google's Calendar, and this was a bit better because the numbers would show up on a wider variety of computer screens and fit in our pockets. The calendar almost made it work, but again we had to pull the information off of the computer and put it into a spreadsheet to make sense of it. Last year we moved everything over to a Farm BLOG, something like what you are reading right now, but without all the great writing. But in the end we raand into the same problem, pulling out data and then trying to analyze it.  All of these things had one central theme, journal what you did today. 

So this year we are trying to do something simpler. We came up with a string of numbers for each type of seed and are journaling each type on a separate page. The form is simple and handles one thing well: planting seeds in dirt. This is the form:

z-x/y-1:2-3:4 ______________________
  • z is the seed name. Usually we are planting more than one type of seed of the same kind. Like two varieties of watermelon or three varieties of lettuce. So we give each a separate letter for each variety at the top of each page. 
  • x/y is the date of the entry. The x is the month, y the day. 
  • 1:2 are greenhouse numbers where 1 is the number of seeds we have showing leaves and 2 is the number of seeds we have planted in the Greenhouse. (So if we have planted eighty seeds in trays or otherwise and eighteen of them have shown up bearing leaves the thing looks like this 18:80.) 
  • 3:4 are the plants in the dirt out in the garden where 3 is the number of plants growing in the garden, 4 is the number of plants we need growing in the garden. (So 5:24 mans we need 24 but have 5)

Since we get around to looking at trays of seeds as we need to, the new numbering system keeps track of what we have, what we need, and where we are in the process. This cuts way down on  journaling what is actually going on.  There's room at the end for notes. Like fertilizing, or if we run into something out of the ordinary.  A typical record changed to look like this for watermelons:

 Sb- sugar baby - 48

W - watermelon - 48

W-4/11-0:44-0;48 greenhouse

Sb-4/11:0:36-0:48

W-4/23-37:44-0:48 sprouting 11

Sb-4/23-25:36-0:48 sprouting 50

W-4/26-39:52-0:48

Sb-4/26-24:24-0:48

Sb-4/29-21:66-0:48

W-4/29-57:74-0:48

Sb-5/1-31:96-0:48 

W-5/1-44:52-0:4

So we can tell just from looking that we have ten sugar baby watermelon sprouts out of thirty we have planted in pots, there aren't any out in the garden yet, but we plan for forty-eight eventually. If there's something that doesn't make sense we can find out what just by counting the plants and looking at the trays.  Eventually we might develop something that tracks the harvest, but we decided to keep it simple for the time being. In the current format we can see how long it took to sprout the seeds, then how long it too to get them planted in the ground. And since we track plants separately we've got nothing to sort out later. we're hopeful this will work, but journaling is a big part of getting things going in the right direction.  

Other than this I am spending a lot of time preparing rows for planting. Each row must be weeded out because we don't weed them in Winter. We don't weed them because in our no-till system the roots of weeds is part of the natural cycles which add soil organic matter below the surface. Weeds can help protect the soil from ice and rain damage too. After clearing things off the surface, I use out broadforking tool to make sure the soil isn't compacted. Since we don't till the dirt and don't walk around on it either there's little chance the soil is going to be compacted, but we check anyway. Then I sift out a load of leaf mold compost and spread it onto the beds. This compost will feed the soil, the worms, and the microbes that make nutrients available to the plants. In the end we have a nice light and well drained soil that holds water and plants well. Planting is a cinch and the plants have plenty of room to grow. 

Eventually, once we have plants in the dirt, I will put the irrigation system together and make sure things get water in Summer. For now the water in the ground that comes to the surface from below is plenty enough, and it rains all the time anyway, but once the plants start fruiting we need to keep the leaves dry as best we can. 

As it turns out, farming is hard work. But it gets a bit easier every year as we learn how to do things better. Right now we're doing the hurry up and waiting thing. We go out each morning and get all that we can do done until we tire out. Eventually we will be forced to wait until stuff starts ripening and then we'll have to market everything the best we can. 

It takes a marketing plan to sell produce, this is certain, but until the crops become reliable putting anythiing more scientific to the plan makes little sense. But we will get there.

Sunday, August 6, 2023

August 6th, 2023 Deep Summer

 It has been nearly perfect weather since my last post, and a lot got grown and done since then. So much has been done I really haven't had much time to write.  Summer has caused an explosion in growth here.. No-till gardening has solved nearly all of our soil fertility problems and the produce we are getting is exceptional. In the next week or two, once our produce is ripe and ready, we will be opening our little produce stand in an attempt at making a dollar. 

The stuff we have planted is roughly five times what we planted last year. But our much larger plan is still not quite large enough. We might be able to grow twice the amount we have in the ground next year, but we will need to plan for a much bigger grow. We put in seventy melon hills this year, where there were only fifteen last year, and the plants are doing quite well, but I think we could grow five hundred just as easily so that's the plan going forward. We put in five times the cucumber plants too, and a trellis to hold them all up. Next year I think we will need to tripple the cucumber grow and we certainly have the space for it. Our squash and pumpkin grow is also quite a bit larger, perhaps double last year, and the results are extraordinary. But I'm pretty sure I could still do five times the amount with little trouble.  And our corn crop is easily eight times the number of stalks we grew before, might be more, but we have space for double this number right now. 

Since all of this year's plan involved converting to no-till gardening and drip irrigation, planting is much easier, harvesting is half the work, and watering is a snap. Also, the sort of weeds we usually have are tough to handle. Thistles and berries are difficult to pull out of hard pan clay. But in a no-till scenario these sorts of weeds don't do very well and pull out of the ground easily. This is not to say that there are no weeds, crabgrass has really done well this year, but crabgrass and the other worts growing in the garden are relatively easy to chop off and when we let them rot in the ros they make a mighty good mulch which blocks sprouting. But there's other reasons why weeding isn't really so much of a problem now.

The drip-tape irrigation system I put in only waters the top of the rows, not the spaces between. So weeds don't get all the water they have in previous years and grow slowly. With far less growth potential we can work the spaces between rows quickly using a stirrup hoe knowing the weeds will not grow back quickly. Most of the weeds we have don't have energy storage, so most won't grow back at all. This new way of growing is half the work, or less, so our days aren't as long and there's plenty of time for other projects.

Our new house plan.
We are on the cusp of moving the tiny homes to space behind the Farmhouse. I had always envisioned moving them to the edge of the Farm, near the back fence line, but actually looking at the project seriously made us change the plan. While we prepare for the move I have upgraded our electrical power plan to include two generators and enough wire to service the two new outbuildings behind the Farmhouse. Each will have water and power and the stuff is already buried in the ground ad waiting for the move. My Brother, visiting while planning his retirement moves, has a large camp trailer which currently is placed near the tiny homes. When we move the tiny homes he will also be moved to a new place where I recently put in power and water connections. The only thing left to do is septic hook ups, but these have to wait until we actually move the buildings. And there's so much more to do than just this.

Our Farm is exploding in growth. Fruit is ripening and will soon need sold. So there's much to do. 

Our Produce Stand is in fine shape and the area where it will be accessible to the public is currently parking for all of our cars and trucks. So we will spend a few days shifting things around and cleaning places up to get ready for opening day. This year's plan is to tow the Produce Stand to the end of the road five days a week and sell produce down there. But the Stand will be parked outside of the fence where it was last year when it is not at the end of the road so some allowance must be made. We should be opening in a week or so. 

 I thought of another new thing to try. Our government has added some burdens to the Organic Farm movement and I have recently run into it while talking to food buyers about taking on some of our produce. 

Pirate Organic Farming
In order to call ours an organic farm we must become Certified. This involves a lengthy application process and about a thousand dollars in cost borne over and above the cost of actually growing things. What this does, and my central argument against it, is that what is expected is a loosely governed branding process where a farmer pays a certain amount to be able to say they grow food without the use of chemical pesticides, herbicides,  fertilizers, and seeds. These factors of producing food are already in place and we do these things, but applying for the certification has some other hoops to jump through and costs to be borne, not the least of which is a thousand dollar fee.  We are allowed to sell our produce without these hurdles, but we would not be allowed to use the term "Organic" in any form. Not just this, but grocery store buyers require the certificate, as do farmer's market administrators.  If you have read this BLOG I stated early on that these were just the sort of regulatory things we would not wish to participate in.  So we will not. And for some very good reasons.  So we are now going pirate organic.

We will no longer worry over using the term "organic", instead we will fly a flag I designed (above) and trust that our buyers will get what it is we are doing.  It might be a good conversation starter.  A sort of rebellion against being regulated.  This is the only change to how we have been doing things. We will still produce our fruits and veggies without chemical inputs, we will still be using very sustainable farming practices, and our produce will still be of the highest quality we can grow at this scale of production. But we won't even try to call it "organic". 

In other news, we delivered all of our puppies to their new homes since the last journal entry and brought what may be our last puppy home. Lemonhead Lucy is a wonderful little "lemon" Basset female. She is full of life and has become central tour tangle of seven hounds. We have always planned to be out of the dog breeding business in under ten years to make room for the wedding business. So Lucy will likely be the last breeding female in our kennel.  This year we have had a bit of trouble with fleas where we have never had this sort of trouble before.  So we do spend a lot of time washing dogs and vacuuming them in between washes.  It will take a bit of time, but we will get the problem licked before Fall. 

Life here has been very good for a long time now. Our house is spacious and comfortable. Once the tiny home's are all moved the way the Farm looks will change drastically. Our dogs will soon be moved to a place where they don't have much access to the people coming to the Produce Stand too. So much has happened here since we started. And there's a lot more that will.


Saturday, February 11, 2023

February 11, 2023 Five Years Seems a Long Time.

Today we celebrate another anniversary. Five full years of our living on Creekside Farm. But it seems like we've been here much longer.

We built our home here.
Five years ago today I built the frame for the first Greenhouse. This first attempt worked well that Summer, collapsed the next Winter, and then rebuilt twice. Eventually the Greenhouse was crushed by a tree-fall which nearly killed us both, but didn't, and there have been six such greenhouse structures built here since. Two are standing today.

Five years ago today we built our heated dog house in the temporary enclosure attached to the side of our still unfinished Tiny Home Cabin. Our indoor-sy dogs were destined to become outdoor-sy dogs so I built them a dog house and put a little electric heater in it. Our hounds decided it was pretty nice in there and soon quit complaining about sleeping outside.

Our Tiny Home Cabin on Day One 
Everything we were doing five years ago was supposed to last only a year as the Farmhouse was built and new Kennel completed. It turned out those things were a bit more difficult than expected. Our Farmhouse took just under four years start to finish and there's still a concrete porch floor to pour.
The Greenhouse is now heated, water supplied, air ventilated, and grow lights lit. Our Farm Plan was finished on time and early seed went into pots last week. The bigger open questions are about organic pest controls and the first shots in our War on Pestilence were fired last week. We got control of the weeds last year. This year will be controlling insects and small animals. If weather permits we will have produce in our Produce Stand in June.

The Tiny Home Cabin we moved into five years ago is now two-thirds remodeled. Our little Cabin was worn out by living in it for so long and we had planned a remodel after we moved out to make it ready for Air BnB rentals. It seems like we are on track. Our tiny home Cabin is producing a small rental income today and hopefully more as time goes on.

We've Come a Long Way

Our initial 2013 "ten year dream" (made ten years ago) and "five year goal" (begun five years ago) was to have a Farmhouse built and a Farm producing a profit. We did this, if only just slightly over the line.
Our ten year anniversary goal will come in February of 2028. The Farm ought to be fully open to the public by then, tiny homes and camper spaces booked, a Farm Store selling produce and products every day, and Café serving food to people coming here to wander through a peaceful retreat from city life or be married in a purpose built Chapel space. . . We're still "swinging for the stands".

Our Produce Stand
Let's see what happens.

Tuesday, January 31, 2023

January 31st, 2023 Collette Kramer's Rememberence Day

 We celebrate two Collette Kramer anniversaries here on the Farm. The annual Birthday notice, and this secondary day of remembering her after-life. I write about her a few times a year in remembrance, this is a seven year anniversary so perhaps more important to me than others.

I wrote this public obituary on Facebook seven years ago, prior to this I had kept her name out of my postings for the most part:

Collette Kramer passed on this weekend after fighting for a month or so against a stomach tumor which came out of nowhere. She was sixty-four (near as I could tell) and the person who I bought the Farm property from. She lost everything more than once during her life, never had anything worthy of any notice, collected everything she found in hopes of someday having something she could call a life achievement. I found her living on the street in her broken down Toyota and all life is precious, all is temporary, all is suffering. She lived like a tiny boat on a big sea that didn't seem to owe her anything. She fought against almost everything and everyone in a effort to keep her dignity. In the end the pseudo-dignity she got from having a fingernail hold on a peice of property was really all she had to pin her hopes to. She sold me that property in some pie in the sky scheme to eventually find herself a permanent home. Her life didn't amount to all that much in the end. A short story with a bunch of sad chapters. Tragic only because it was so short. The shortness becoming something of a mercy.
As for us and the Creekside Farm Project, nothing is ever easy. We haven't done much that was over-funded or straight forward except being married to one another. Our successes have all been hard fought. We have the plan and it might work whether we build it in Manning or some other place. She left us with a bunch of legal hurdles to jump before we can call the place ours by virtue of a deed with our name on it. Only time will tell.

I think Collette would be proud of what we have built here, had she made it. There's still a bunch of legal hurdles to jump over before we finally get the place to ourselves, but things look okay going forward, at this point. 

She lives on in our memories.  

Saturday, December 3, 2022

December 3rd, 2022 Winter Sets In

A bit of snow on Tuesday morning.
 Winter in northwestern Oregon is a weather grab bag. In the past few weeks we have had torrential rains, sunny days, ice, snow, hail, and everything in between. The one thing we don't get it plant growth. So, as in years past, we work projects and plan for the future. This year seems different because the potential for impending doom. But so far nothing has changed and our future, though not settled, may well turn out much as we had planned it. So we are working projects.

We began remodeling the tiny home a while back. It was fairly worn out from living too long in something that was only built to last a year or so. Our son Jack is living in it and helping out, so we are having to work around him just a bit as we re-do what was a difficult job in the first place. 

Part of our Thanksgiving decor.
I built half of our tiny home Cabin in the driveway of our home in town. When we built it there was plenty of time and the space was empty. We built the walls from 2x3 lumber, not the 2x4 or 2x6 one would expect, so we had to find work arounds to put in electricity and plumbing and this is still the case. When we built the thing we intended to build a second half of the Cabin as needed, but hoped not to find the need if we could get away with living in 220 square feet of house. We built the bathroom at one end, a living space at the other, and a kitchen in the middle. But the remodeled Cabin is not going to be used for the same purpose in the end. So the remodel moves the bathroom to the middle of the thing and puts two 8x8 rooms at either ends. We are also separating the bathroom into two separate rooms, one for showering, the other for the water closet. Eventually we will separate the two sides of the Cabin behind the Farmhouse and into one two bedroom, shared bath, side and a dog kennel. When Jack moves off the Farm we will use the two bedroom as a guest house or even put it up on AirBnB. The remodel is taking up much of my time, but we are doing quite a bit more.

Leaf mountains.
Part of next year's farm planning is to use the knowledge we found last year and go BIG on planting in the Spring. We found a great thing in a relatively new farm practice called No-till, and I have described this quite a bit in the last year. So we have been bringing in about a forty yards of mixed landscape debris in every few days.

We have to move the leaves physically to clear the driveway before more can come in. Right now we have about 240 yards of leaf piled behind the Farmhouse, most of it sorted to get woody debris out.  Some of the "sticky stuff", which has some small sticks and branches in it, is piled separately in a few smaller piles. The big clean piles will compost and be used to prepare new planting beds in early Spring. The "sticky" piles will will be left along until next Summer before we screen the results and use it to top dress the beds. We have another eighty yards in the driveway right now which will be spread very think on the raw ground we will till in late Winter, Composting this raw leaf in place will protect the soils and feed the worms. We will cover every foot of farming space we can before  they run out of leaves to bring us. 

Our Tin Tree

Christmas is coming. This year we'll have four people living on the Farm, so Christmas will be a bit bigger deal than before the Farmhouse was finished. We put up some of our house lights today. There's a bigger plan for holiday lighting, but this year there's no time or money for it. Ann has decorated the house and stuffed every available space with as many little Santas, reindeers, Christmas bears, and snow-folk she has saved up for the thirty plus years we have been married. Snow villages and nutcrackers are everywhere. We also have a special little tin tree which we bought the first Christmas on the Farm when we had no space for a real Christmas tree.  The tin tree has become something of a tradition. We light it the day after Thanksgiving and let the batteries run out. It takes until New Years to run the batteries out. 

We'll go out and find a real Christmas tree next weekend. Last year we were lucky to find one because we moved into the Farmhouse late. We took what we could find on Christmas Eve last year. This year will be different.

Farming experiment update: We put thirty-six pepper plants from last season under individual covers in later September to see if we can Winter-over them into next Spring. Pepper plants are supposed to be perennial, but above the forty-fifth parallel this is debatable. Some uproot their plants and bring them inside their homes or into heated greenhouses and then put them back into their gardens. We tried such a thing last Winter but that experiment failed for a few good reasons. We might have heated the space, it got pretty cold in the greenhouse when it snowed; we might have been a bit more regular in watering, in the cold of Winter getting out to the greenhouse seems a bit of a slog. These failings of ours prompted me to thinking about the thing and, as always, I spent entirely too much time on it. We decided to try over-Wintering the plants in the ground. The soils temperatures never go below fifty-two degrees, water is always available, the soils don't get disturbed, etcetera.  So I decided to steal an idea, something I read about in a book about French market gardens, so we cut the plants down to one leaf, we cut the bottom off of some two-liter plastic bottles, and we covered the plants with the bottles before burying the whole thing in a foot or so of compost. The upshot of this is that, as far into Winter as we have come, including the snows and freezing rains, we find the plants still seem to be alive, though dormant.  We found this out by accident. Never wanting to disturb the process in place we didn't plan to open anything up. But one of our hounds (Abba Zabba) decided the bottle looked like fun and pulled one of them off. But so far the plant we did see was in pretty good shape. We put the bottle back and hope for the best.

Legal stuff update: We're still waiting out the probate stuff and hoping for the best. We talked to their lawyer the other day and she was rude, combative, and generally horrible. So we're talking to lawyers again. We don't intend to do anything differently than we have been, but we do want to exercise a bit of care so we'll spend a few dollars against the possibility of an unforeseen circumstance.  This is our home after all.  Post script: We talked to a few other lawyers in the past few days. This morning we met with one very good lawyer, who we did not hire outright because he didn't need assurances. This was the right guy. So we will sleep better knowing he is there if needed. 

Sunday, October 2, 2022

September 31st, 2022 The Perfect Second Act

 I took theater appreciation in College, not all that long ago. Going to live theater wasn't really a thing for me prior to that, though I had seen a bit through all the years of searching out Christmas Plays and Kenneth Branag films. The past few weeks have seemed dramatic, but likely not to anyone who wasn't following what we have been doing here. It occurs to me that those who don't know our story, the marquis reading “A Triumph of Completing the House”, might not understand what is happening now,  in what appears not to be a one act play.

In a one act play, the whole thing usually takes place in one corner of the universe. There's something that happens there which has some of the elements of other plays and the whole conflict and resolution are found by the time the curtain comes down. I love a good black box one act play. Minimalist, it is all about make believe and believing; and I took a class, so maybe I appreciate it a bit more than some. But it appears our triumphal house building and farm getting “play”, if it is such a thing, is a bit more complex than just the one act. Now that we have a cliffhanger at the end of the first act we've got to turn the page to see what happens. But lets appreciate the first act during a short intermission.

In the first act we had a dream of victory. We are celebratory and chose the new path. We found, instead of a bright road lined with flowers, a dark thing, something menacing lurked somewhere undefined. But we were committed, in true heroic form, and we stood against the tide, jumped all obstacles. About a month ago, we emerged from the deep dark forest of fear and into the sunshine of our victory. Mid month last our house was built, permits signed off, land cleared, and crops in harvest. Curtain down, bring up the house lights. . .

It was a good story. And it might have ended right there with everybody feeling like it was fun, but maybe two bucks too expensive for the time spent watching. But wait! In comes something unexpected, something shapeless that appears to feed on those things we grew; something that might just put another end over the happy ending . . . The curtain is down so let's stretch the legs and maybe buy another drink in the lobby. Fifteen minutes later we are deep into the Second Act. If the writer was any good at all.

So here we all are. Ann and I spent years clearing, cleaning, building, and spending cash money. We're the protagonists and the world into which we inserted ourselves, and appeared to prevail over in the first act. . . Didn't. It all would have finally paid off, except it didn't. But this isn't a one act play.

Production Note: I wrote an article claiming that our farm was an “undeniable fact” around the middle of August. It should have been a tip-off that something evil this way comes. Mis- direction is key to good writing.

In the opening of the Second Act of Part One, of a three part serial, we have a nameless, formless, potentially amoral monster, who had been lying dormant, under the surface, just waiting to be found at just the right moment. We found it in the last moments of Act One. So Ann and I, happy and faithful true in our ignorance, scratched at something innocent and boom: a disaster that proposed the possibility of defeat from what was obviously a victorious end. If my thesis is correct, this whole thing is a dramatic form, we already know how it ends even if we don't know how we will get there.

With only a little faith in my premises, the conclusion is that we will win. Our Farm will continue. Our lives will improve. We will bring people what they want and give them what they need. Our original Act One goals will work themselves into being despite the challenges ahead in the Second Act. Act Three will be about looking back and stomping the last fires out. Then we can start producing Act One of Part Two, if there ever will be such a thing.

Every day we get up and work towards some long termed thing we drempt up a decade ago. A lot of this work is as simple as picking a tomato or raking some dirt. All of everything we have done is along the road to somewhere else, perhaps something better. Maybe in the current troubles at the beginning of Act Two we have somehow lost sight of the good we are doing because we are caught up in the dramatic bullshit we mostly wrote for ourselves.

The way we did things here was risky at first. We thought that right would certainly prevail. And we thought we'd get away with it. Then we thought we had gotten away with it, and that didn't prove true at the end of Act One. But we all know where this is headed. You couldn't write it any different. From Cinderella to Diehard the story always takes on a form we seem to know instinctively. Even without taking the class.

Keeping all of the above in mind, for a moment, the questions we will ask as we leave the theater are: What part did I play in this? Was I audience? Sort of the point of the production was to find an audience. Was I a minor player? No lines, but I walked in from Stage Left on cue. Was my part that of a supporting actor? Can't get it done without some real help. And what of the antagonist? Are they evil, or merely supporting a system which in it has challenges? Remember, the bad guys don't see themselves as bad or your writing comic melodrama. We simply have no answers yet.

So we'll all sit in the dark and watch as the curtain rises for the Second Act. Even the actors behind the rising curtain don't know what will happen if they are good at it. But we all know how it will end, the form of the play is undeniable.

I'm thinking you should grab that second drink during this intermission and get back to your places. We will need you and you are a help even if helping is only watching this play out.

Wednesday, September 28, 2022

September 29th, 2022 Where We Stand Today


 Where things stand today.  If you would like to help with this in any way. Look to the bottom of this post for more information.

I spent the hours since my last posting working on the issues found in bumping into a Medicaid debt owed by woman who died on this place back in 2007. I have read most of the laws, quite a few of the common law cases, and talked to a whole lot of people. I even paid a lawyer to make a few phone calls and discuss finding some way forward. What I found was shocking.

Apparently, and you might want to know this some day: 

  • When people die in hospitals, hospice care, and nursing homes, their insurance is supposed to pay for the expenses. 
  • Once the insurance hits a cap of some sort the remaining expenses are supposed to be paid from savings of the person under care. 
  • And once savings are depleted Medicaid steps in and pays the bills. At this point there is a practical limit to the bills Medicaid pays, so once the limit is hit the amount paid goes negative and a debt is accrued from that point forward. 

This debt will almost certainly be collected following the death of the beneficiary.  So what we have is a situation where a person, knowingly or not, accrues debt for which any remaining value of any thing the beneficiary owns can be used to pay off the debt incurred in the care of whoever went into care and died. 

But the person needn't have died right away.  They might have survived another ten years and died in a plane crash. Any Medicare debt which went uncollected up to the plane augered into the dirt is debt which can be collected from the estate of the deceased. Because of this simple fact there are no time limits on collections, reasonable or not.  


Now any reasonable person might think this is just, and right. People need Medicaid, and in order for Medicaid to continue these outstanding debts ought to be collected if it is possible. SO, this reasonable thing, the way we pay for health care in the United States generally, has some pretty extreme downsides to it which on the surface appear reasonable in the general sense, but in the specific can be very unreasonable.  Here's a short hypothetical:

In 2020 a man is found by his neighbor laying on the floor of his kitchen and unresponsive. The neighbor calls 911 and the ambulance takes the man to the closest hospital for care. The man has COVID virus and is given every opportunity to regain consciousness through heroic effort of the Emergency Room, Intensive Care, and everyone else that might offer some sort of aid. The man has a "do not resuscitate" notice pinned to his refrigerator, but the Emergency Medical Technicians didn't see it.  The man has family who might have given other instructions, but because of the restrictions inherent in COVID care at the time, they are never given an opportunity to make any decisions. In fact, they only learn of the death through a call from someone trying to figure out how to pay for twenty-three days of keeping a respirator tube down the throat of they guy in ICU bed twenty-seven who never did regain consciousness. He left behind half a million in unpaid medical bills, a house, a car, and his lifetime of stuff. He had savings, a retirement account, and life insurance. His Last Will left everything to his only child. 

The child lost his father, sad enough, like so many did in those long dark months. But he also lost the home his parents left to him because it was worth around two-hundred thousand dollars. The savings the child would receive were taken because $200K isn't nearly enough, so another fifty-thousand in cash is gone. As is his mother's jewelry, the retirement account, and the car. In fact, all told the estate of the man could only pay for $450K of the $500K of debt.  And by the time the child found out, while settling the estate of the father through probate, interest had accrued which kept every dime of the $550K estate. If there were any remaining debt, and the child not be hopelessly poor, the child would be held to account for any unpaid arrears. Nobody told anyone, anything, which would have changed any of this. These things are not common knowledge and by the time it all came to completion the damage was done. 

In the way I have just described the entire family fortune, all of the value that might have passed from one generation to the next, which might have lifted that family to a new social level and insured care, feeding, and education of following generations, is lost. 

A million people died of COVID in the first few years, perhaps five times that number were hospitalized and survived. So many families effected, so much cost, most of it uncontrolled by anyone as emergency measures were taken, most of which were completely ineffective. The open question remaining is: how many family fortunes were made due and payable upon demand?  How many family fortunes completely knocked out? And why do we pay for health care in this way?

I can't answer this last question, it is beyond my imagination. And since I receive publicly funded health care I really have no skin in the game. But the fact remains that somehow I am now being effected by this unjust, though perfectly reasonable, system. 

None of the facts in my hypothetical scenario above apply in our individual case. We had no family members whose legacies would be denied to us. We had nobody wresting control of our loved ones from us at our expense.  Except that  those individuals who left behind a debt to Medicaid were associated with the dirt our homestead farm was eventually built we have nothing at all to do with this. We are collateral damage. The injustice, in our case, is that Medicaid came after the value in my Farm only after I had bought it and began making improvements. Medicaid never informed me, or anyone else, of the fact that they had some claim against my land; never told me, or anyone else, that there was interest being accrued on the debt levied against my Farm. In fact: were it not for me attempting to finalize the sale of my Farm we would still be ignorant of the debt or the lien. They made no attempt to collect the debt prior to our buying it, never notified anyone at all of anything at all prior to us investing our entire amount of equity in the land we call home. All in the name of keeping the Medicaid fund restocked with the cash vital to doing the good work that they do. 

Medicaid has been given extraordinary power in this. There are no limitations as to time allowed to collect the debt. While every other area of Law, except perhaps murder,  has some means of saying that the law can no longer be applied because the offending action has lingered too long. Medicaid can sit back and make no efforts at all, then swoop in when a sale of the property be considered and stop the sale and demand payment from any proceeds. The effect of this is that people who would normally enter into probate proceedings to take over Father's or Mother's assets just walk away from their rightful inheritance because they haven't got the three hundred thousand dollars to pay, while the estate isn't worth that amount. In a world of houseless persons, thousand of houses are being left to rot because of this sort of debt.

In our case we bought the land from a woman who did not know anything at all about a Medicaid debt. Through our investment she redeemed her land from tax foreclosure and contracted a sale which relieved her from being homeless. And when she died a few months later she left the valuable Contract behind as her legacy to her own family, not knowing that she would also leave the debt of her own care to them as part of the bargain.

In our case the County Tax Office knew nothing of any lien for repayment of Medicaid debt. They were simply obeying the law by letting the Woman redeem the title to the land and then letting us clear away the sadness we found there before building our home.  The County was never told that there was a lien placed upon the title to our homestead land, nor could they notify us of these facts. All the while the interest was growing, the debt increasing. Nobody told anyone of any thing.  

So we have come, in just a few short weeks, to a place where we can now say that the legally entered into Land Sales Contract is perhaps a moot point. There are two probate issues that now must be worked through which otherwise were pretty straight forward prior to learning about these debts.  The equity in cash, labor, and blood, we put into the Farm and our home may be in serious jeopardy because the means Medicaid uses to collect on these debts. It is all a reasonable injustice. 

The best case scenario for us is that we will participate in the probate proceedings to clear up who owes the money, then pay whatever amount is decided for the land we bought seven years ago for a generous amount and for which we have paid all taxes, maintained as our home, and improved steadily since day one.  Best case, we pay what we said we would on the Land Sales Contract and that will be the entire amount, but we won't be paying to those who would have had their lives improved by the money, we will pay debts which have nothing what-so-ever with us and our lives. 

Since the day we learned of this outstanding and well hidden obligation we will eventually be held to account for. We informed those responsible for the debt and they made contact with DHS to try to work things through. DHS has not called out to us despite our involvement, but I did call them. DHS is continuing to work through the issues they must, but have never made any attempt at contacting us or including our concerns. And since I am the Personal Representative for one of the deceased people involved in this it seems that I ought to be included in all of these things. 

Any money that DHS claims as theirs to collect will eventually be paid by us. You'd think they would wish to talk to us first. 






If you know us, or even if you don't; if you have been following our story, or even if you merely heard about it and want to help, we want you to get in touch. We don't know what we need, have few resources and fewer remaining ideas as to how to move forward. We think we are defensible by lack any way to know how or do anything about this.  So please let us know about you, even if it is only moral support you can offer. There's a contact form just to the left of this page. Please use it. 

We need an army. 
 
Most helpful notes:
  • I have received ask why our title insurance won't be of some help to us. We have no title insurance because of how we became involved in this property. We had no money for it at the time, but there would have been no lien to find at the time either. The first lien DHS levied did not occur until well after we entered into the Contract for purchase and months after the woman who sold me the land died of cancer. Title insurance, had we done a conventional sale, would have not been issued. 
  • Other helpful notes usually ask why we weren't informed by the lawyer helping in the purchase. Again, there was no money for lawyers, and there were no levies. We were faced with helping a homeless woman to get off the streets, we had very little money but what we did have went directly into helping her to help us. Any lawyer worth a dime would have just told us to run away. But we could never have run away from a duty to this poor helpless woman as her land was taken from her to pay County property taxes. We worked for six months, six days a week, twelve hours a day, to get the money needed to redeem the land from property tax foreclosure and to get Colette Kramer out of her car and into a house. If I lose everything, getting her off the streets, so that she would not die alone in a car in Winter, is the best thing I ever did and it will have been worth it. 

Friday, September 16, 2022

September 16, 2022 Big Trouble

 


We've faced some pretty steep challenges since beginning the Creekside Project.  We've had to pay off a huge tax bill that wasn't ours, clear away eight hundred yards of debris we didn't make, learn how to build everything that exists here, and surmount all of the obstacles anyone could put in our way. We've bled real blood, shed real tears and sweated enough to fill a swimming pool. And there's been times when the Farm has actually tried to kill us dead, but it couldn't. All of this was done on a shoestring,. We didn't get much help, but took as much as was offered gratefully. 


But we've run into something that might be bigger than we can handle. Something which could kill the dream.

If you've read much of this blog, you know how we did all of this. If you haven't, the story is right there on the right side of this page. So let me dispense with the preliminary story and just get to it.

The land had belonged the woman who died in a house fire, but when she died she left behind a debt to Medicaid which was still outstanding. So when we filed a Small Estates Affidavit for the daughter who had taken control of the property, and without any knowledge of it, the Department of Human Services (DHS) had placed a lien on the Title to the land to collect this debt.

The lien was for around thirty-two thousand dollars for a debt made in 2007. It had been accruing interest since March of 2016 but it was August of 2022 when we found out about it. The new truth here is that the Title had not transferred to the woman we bought our farm from, despite Tax and Probate laws saying it would, because the transfer was held up by a lien we had no way of knowing about. The lien was placed three months after the prospective owner of the land had passed on, so her address was no longer valid and DHS had made no attempt at finding someone new to send the bill to. In fact, they didn't know she was gone.

Picture a taxi sitting a block away with its meter running for fifteen years. 

The potential debt arising in March or 2016 has since ballooned up to nearly four hundred thousand dollars because not only does the family holding the Contract on our farm owe a debt for health services paid for their mother, the woman we bought the Farm from also has a large debt stemming from her care as she slipped away. The amount of money owed far exceeds the value of the Farm, with the house, which we put every dime we had into, which was tied to the land, which we did not own.

But this would be a rotten place to end this story. A bad outcome which nobody would want to read because it would be too sad. We need to find help, though it may already be too late. The laws on paper protect heirs under certain conditions and we don't meet the criteria. 





Tuesday, August 23, 2022

August 23rd, 2022 Our Homestead Farm is an Undeniable Fact.


Today we crossed the finish line of a race we have run, non-stop, for nine years. 

The race we finished today has been in progress since April of 2015, when we found the property which became our homestead farm. We have a longer termed goal set which is broken into three major parts. Our first goal was always to build a house (we finished this today and this is the main message of this post). Our second goal is to build a farming business and we've come a long way on this front. The third part of our bigger plan is the hospitality phase, we are looking toward starting working toward this goal beginning today. The path which took us to this place has been a long one and we have passed by quite a few milestones along the way. Some of these milestones were significant and were found wherever a major goal had to be achieved. These were usually make or break points in our current project and the days where we moved forward in a meaningful way.

Deciding to start our Farm project happened in 2013, but I didn't write about it until I began blogging in October, 2015. The timeline of this journaling project jumped around a bit at first. We found the property in April of 2015 and this BLOG didn't begin until October of 2015.  Here's where we started.

The Creekside Farm project was very LARGE at the onset, but seemed to grow as time passed. The post linked above this paragraph tells of how we decided to buy a farm, began to clear the place, and how we found a way to buy control of the property. The story of everything is contained in the archives of this blog, but since this post is entirely about finishing Phase One of our larger project, I'll try to tell this story as concisely as I can. Where you see red in the list below, you'll find a major goal achievement nested into the larger Phase One goal. This is the story of our Farmhouse. 

All together, from the January 2015 until today, we spent our lives completely committed to building our Farm-house. We also spent considerable time building a Farm for the house to sit on. This has been a dream since August of 2013. So nine years of dedicated effort has finally come to fruition. 

Or new farmstead home is still in trouble in many ways. We changed our farming practices a few times, this year we found something that works. We are self sufficient, but there isn't enough cash to build the rest of our initial dream yet, but the dream has changed many times. We still have to find the money to pay off the Contract we entered into at the onset of this, and this has developed more than a few additional troubles since the beginning so we have work to do. While our project still is not certain to find the ending we began at the beginning, we sure have made it quite far.

We started the project with no cash and no real plan. We found ourselves on land unsuitable for farming and without any place to lay our heads. We were as surprised as anyone when we actually got control of the land. We learned how to build fires and grow food. And, after all this time and effort, we have arrived at the end of our first major goal: We built a house!

Sunday, April 10, 2022

April 7th, 2022 The Last Nail

Our first homesite plan.
It mostly failed.

There's a saying I like to use. Happiness comes of pride, pride comes of achievement.  Today I feel like we achieved something great and, filled with pride, I am a very happy man

Our newly built home.
We put the last nail into the structure of our Farmhouse today, completing its intended shape and function.  The details I will write about today are the broad strokes of out home's design and construction, what we were trying to build when we had nothing but empty dirt. 

This building project started in 2015 when I  Photoshop-ped a Google map image while playing around with possible farm layout. (The picture is at the top.)  The site planning went through ten, or so, reconsiderations before we ran into reality and had to site the house in a different place. 

This is the actual home
site plan we used.
In the early site plans, our intention was to make the Farmhouse look as small as we could. We wanted to hide the house by siting it in a back corner. In the end we were not allowed to build where we desired, so the home site was move to where it would be agreeable. This brought a complete change in how we saw the house project because once we had a home site we hired a nice architect named Eric to give us signed drawings.  Eric was worth most of the money we paid. He put fresh eyes on our  design ideas and made our plans work better within the space we had. Some of my early ideas were used, but the idea to re-orient the house along it's long axis presented the house as large and the central object central of the Farm.  

We loved the design Eric came up with and secured an engineer to provide structural details. Neither of these sets of drawings gave any guidance as to building the house, so we made some minor changes to the plans as we built it. Most of  our changes, or interpretations, were about being efficient with money. We used many used parts in furnishing the house. The bath tub, bath sink, cabinets, and doors  were all re-used from other houses. Where we couldn't re-use parts, we made decisions on a cost/benefit basis. All of our plumbing and electrical installations were done to minimize energy and water use and  also be well lit and heated.  Shopping for things we would find useful became a habit. 

This is my original design.
Eric made it work.
The house plan was fairly simple. Since our intention was to open our Farm up to the public, later on, we designed the house to look like a farmhouse might. The main design element in making this appearance was a wrap-around porch where we placed the last nail today. The porch we finished added 750 square feet to the footprint of the house, but also cuts cooling costs and decreases road noise. As we made the many thousands of decisions we added a seven foot ceiling and solid floor in the attic space adding a full 425 of highly usable storage space.  The entire useable floor space of our 1000 square foot house, is 1925 feet. 

This is what we built.
We adjusted it a bit.

Having never built an entire house, but having a great deal of experience in the building trades, we spent a time avoiding, and making up for, mistakes. The County's building inspectors chipped in quite a bit and gave us enough guidance to piece the whole thing together successfully. We had to come up with some idea of how the structure would go together, designed and built an entire water and waste system, then learned how to make a safe and effective electrical system.  Buying materials, learning how to pour a concrete foundation, and piecing a million things together only brought us to a point where we could decide how to finish the house inside and out. A million decisions, all well considered, mostly correct, brought us to today. 

Though we still have a long list of things we need to do before the County signs off on our permit, the broad strokes are done.  

Our last nail is figurative and not literal. But the shape of our home, and the pride of place feeling it gives us seems complete.

Saturday, December 25, 2021

December 25th, 2021 Doing the Impossible: Christmas in the Impossible New Farmhouse

  


I'll try to be brief . . .

This post is a retrospective on Creekside Farm since its beginnings. The sort of thing I like to do when we hit a major milestone. Finding the property was one such posting and I included all that had gone before it in that post.  Another such opportunity to read an abridged version of that story was in Redefining the Plan. Plans changed when the former plans stopped making sense.  When we Moved from the City and into the tiny home cabin I wrote the story again. There may have been a few more moment when reflection seemed a good idea, but the point stands that occasionally the story needs retold and refined. 

This post is another brief restating of our experiences here since we began. I cannot possibly write the whole story in a simple post so I'll keep the details simple. You can read this entire story using the links of our blog's Histories section (to the right of this). 
In the beginning . . .

Ann and I went to Las Vegas to have a second wedding. 

Our slate of life goals had been achieved and we needed a plan for the second half of our lives. So we took long driving trip to decide what and where we wanted to be when we retired. It took four days to decide on a direction, landing on the idea that owning a wedding venue would be a happy business (and one that we might be able to do). Soon after we decided that a farm themed venue sounded the most achievable so we began making what would some day be called The Plan

We were actually planning to do the impossible. We needed a two million dollar farm themed wedding venue to grow from a dead standing start and nearly no cash to begin the project. 

To fund our initial efforts we decided to leverage our experience in dog breeding. The idea at this point was to use small chunks of available cash (to buy dogs) to make medium sized chunks of cash (from raising puppies), then use the medium chunks of cash to buy a Farm (with a house and barn). We bought some dogs and got started right away. But things didn't go as planned -a continuing theme for the bigger project . . . 

Early on in our search for a farm it became apparent that any property suitable for our early plans was going to be financially out of reach. Any farm with ten acres, a house, and a barn, was going to be too expensive to move forward in anything but a fully fledged farming business and we didn't have that sort of experience. So we began looking for a "stepping stone" farm. 

It took some wildly optimistic searching but eventually we found a derelict piece of abandoned land, with dubious ownership, under tax foreclosure, without a house, and having no barn, that might become a "stepping stone" toward buying a bigger place. 

The idea of a "stepping stone" farm seemed one possible way to get to where we wished to go, while learning how to farm while we built up enough money to buy what we needed. Though seemingly impossible to do, we found a place and bought it on owner contract. For our next impossible trick we somehow found a way to pay off the tax lien. The project could then begin in earnest and we began to clear away the trash. Simply finding land suitable for homesteading was just one of the impossible hurdles we would need to jump over. It took a year to clear the trash. We still needed to develop the empty lot into a farm, build a house, and the project was just getting started. 

We had decided early on in The Plan to buy some land and leverage a combination of the land value and the equity our house (in town) to get a building loan and develop the Farm quickly. But following the Real Estate Crash of 2007-8 the banks had decided only to fund larger development projects and small building loans were not being made to single family developments. So we changed the plan once more. 

Deciding the best way to move forward we built a tiny home to live in while we built a Farmhouse. It took almost a year to build our temporary tiny home and the entire story of that period can be found in the Histories section of the BLOG. We moved the tiny home to the farm under cover of darkness, no knowing if it would survive the trip to the Farm (which at that point was simply a piece of cleared land). And once we were settled in we began remodeling our house in town so that we could get top dollar for it. We sold the house quickly and began our Farm building efforts in earnest. But things took a lot longer that we thought they should.

It took two years to get the required architectural and engineering drawings and secure the necessary permits so that we could go ahead with building the Farmhouse.  We made many mis-steps and a few minor changes, but we actually achieved the impossible this year and moved into the new Farmhouse three days ago. Our Plan contained many points where failure might become an issue and stop us from doing as we wished.  But the Plan also had many points where failure could become a success. The Farmhouse completion was one such point in the plan.

Step one of the larger Plan was always to build a house because if we completed a house the Farm would become a  residence and not a simple plot of somewhat valuable land to home buyers who are looking for a two acre plot with a house. In the larger scheme, building a house creates a safe stopping point. So, our moving into the Farmhouse three days ago is a significant step forward that allows us to move the project forward much more readily. If we never make the next part of the plan a reality, our investment is fairly safe and the return significant enough to think things through into a change in our Plan.

Bearing in mind that Creekside Farm was, at first, intended only to be a stepping stone farm; something that we would build up and sell, so that we might buy a property more suited to our ultimate goals. We have been planning since we found the land to continue with our initial plan here on this Farm, but most things have their own dynamic. It may or may not be possible to do what we wish to do. It may be actually impossible to complete our bigger plans here. In the case of our Farm, the future of the Farm may be two (or more) things at once. We may become a farm which makes enough money to continue; The Farm might become another family's residence (if we decide to move our plans where they might come to fruition); The Farm might continue to grow into the complicated plan containing hospitality and wedding venues we dreamed up eight years ago. The end is still not certain.

But building our House (with our own hands), buying our Farm, both from a dead stand-still, with no cash on hand, both of these were mere possibilities most people would simply not begin with. Both would had seemed impractical or impossible, depending on your personal optimism. We once said we were rolling the dice with all of our future on the line.

Only time will tell how things will work out. But if you've been following our progress so far, you will know that we have done the impossible more often than not. 

Friday, November 26, 2021

November 26th, 2021 Thanksgiving

 Thanksgiving at Creekside Farm is a simple thing. We sit for dinner, as most do, and contemplate our good fortunes. This post will be a retrospective on our year and not a recounting of the month as is usual. Occasionally I like to recount an entire history of the Farm and this is a possibility as I begin to write, but I will try to be brief and keep things relatively on point. To this end I must say the generally this year has been very good to us, but not without a some spill over of drama from outside, both good and bad. We began the year with our world in a pandemic lockdown, a newly elected President, a horrific  revolt against the government.

Our world seemed in turmoil and I wondered how far Trump, the traitorous ex-president, would take it. I wondered how much war I make at my age. But things never went that far. Political things have slackened off, but not without qualifications, which I will not go into since it really is not Farm related. 

The year has been a financial success even though Farm production was not really involved. We had two litters of Basset pups, both litters sold within days of birth and all of the new parents are ecstatic with their new fur babies. The financial gains from these two litters allowed bills to be paid, but there was other income as well. We decided to take our Social Security retirement at sixty-two because the numbers were right and full retirement had been raised to sixty-seven. And there were a number of large chunks of cash, doled out by the government, intended to stimulate the economy and assuage the negatives of the pandemic. We had a barrel of cash when moving to the Farm three years ago, but our long ranged planning included income to keep things level. The year brought us good fortune and we became self sufficient this year. But our long ranged planning requires farm production income to succeed and we made some large moves in that direction this year.

Since we are not yet settled on the sort of farming we will do in order to be successful farmers, but not knowing what this means in action, we continued to experiment with the sorts of plans and practices that might make our farm work successfully. As this past year began we continued to work withing the bounds conventional organic farm practices. Tilling the soil,  making compost, bringing compost in, and pushing the dirt into rows before planting seeds and starts, all seemed the right way to do things. And we had some success, but it was our crop of peppers that proved the only worthwhile thing we did. Once more we didn't reach the point where we could open a roadside produce stand or take things to a Farmer's Market, so we took what we did grow to local food banks.  In July we decided to get some outside advice to move things forward.

A nice woman from the USDA came out to survey our farm and discuss USDA subsidies to build infrastructure. She gave us some wonderful advice and described how we might go about things, but none of this advice seemed right for the level of development we have. One of the things that came of this visit was an invitation for Ann to go to a class on cover cropping in the off season. I had been spending some time learning how to make good compost, but reading a book Ann received at this class opened some new possibilities to explore. In the end we decided to begin building a "no-till" farm and this led into procuring hundreds of yards of hardwood leaves to make into leaf compost, leaf mulch, and leaf mold. The Farm looks a bit of a mess today because hauling the leaves around is a messy and muddy affair. And I won't go into how these things work together to make soil until it works, or does not, but the system sounds about right and we look forward to our attempt at farming in the coming year. Farming is the second business we had planned, the first being our dog breeding business as described above. So, while we are able to stay on the Farm even without farm income, production of sellable farm produce is our chief concern, second only to finishing the farmhouse in immediate importance.

We have nearly finished the Farmhouse we began to build two years ago. At the beginning of the year we had raised the frame, put a temporary roof and siding on, and wrapped the whole place in a weather resistant layer. During the year we wired, insulated, and finished the interior walls. We also put the exterior siding and finished the roof. There is still the exterior porch to build and the exterior of the house still needs painted, but plans are in place and we hope to get all but the painting done in Winter. We will move from our tiny home to the new Farmhouse in the next few weeks and celebrate Christmas in warmth there. One thing we are very thankful for is a long hot shower, but there was much more that happened, and did not happen, this past year. Things are generally going forward fairly well. Objects will come up to block our plans, but as in the past we will find a way around whatever we find. The Farm has a schedule which our careful plans fit into, but only in a general way. 

In the coming year we will attempt once more to make a profit on farm produce, finish the house, birth two more litters, move our new kennel into place, and begin producing things to sell in service of our long termed goals. All of these plans will be guided by the weather and the world's need for what we can make of the gifts we have and we look forward to finding out how we did when Thanksgiving comes around once more. But this past year showed us much and gave us much more than we expected, even if less than we hoped for. The thanks we give is for the help we received in making our plans work and not to plans that failed. We have had, now have, and will have, much to be thankful for as time marched forward.

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

Another Weird Anniversary: The Bucket Hen

We have some anniversaries we like to keep, even if they are not all too important. Today is the third anniversary of another weird event at Creekside Farm. I originally posted this text to Facebook. . . 

Yesterday I found a young Rhode Island Red hen had somehow squeezed herself up under a five gallon bucket, which was turned upside down on top of the chicken food container. I found her when I went out to put new food into the container. She was stuck for some period of time, I'm guessing days.

I immediately picked her up and took her to the automatically filled water dish and put a container of food next to her as she drank. She had her fill and walked out to the sun to dry herself out.

Poor thing looks a little bit bent, but she made it through the night and will likely be okay as time goes on. We hope that she makes a full recovery, but for now she looks a little bent and is being called the Bucket Hen.

Now - this was a  few years ago. The Bucket Hen didn't make it through one of our flock culls, when we gift the chickens to the Vietnamese, so she's no longer here. We often call our older hens Collete, but that's a different story entirely. "Bucket" was my favorite hen for a few years but I doubt she ever gave us an egg.

The Bucket Hen story is one that might never get a mention.