Why do we have a hobby farm
Updated: Sep 14, 2020
About 3 and a half years ago my wife went to visit her friend Madison for the weekend. She returned home Sunday evening like a hurricane. She was super excited about something and couldn’t wait to talk to me about it. Turns out it was a pint of ice cream. You see, in order to try to help regulate Erin’s multiple sclerosis we have kept her on a fairly strict anti-inflammatory diet. I am not going to pretend I understand why, but inflammation in the nerves and brain aggravate her symptoms. One of the things that we don’t eat on our anti-inflammatory diet is dairy and honestly it is one of the most important. One glass of milk and by the end of the day Erin would be falling over randomly. A spoonful of ice cream would induce a terrible migraine within minutes and Erin loves ice cream. I can’t tell you how many times I have watched her eat a sundae even knowing there will be hell to pay for it later.
So why was she so excited about this particularly perplexing pint? Well she had eaten the whole thing with no negative side effects. The difference? It was made with goats milk. “Awesome,” I said, “we can start buying you goats milk ice cream.” I am putting that in quotes because I am 100% sure that is exactly how I said that. And I remember because I found her response so confusing. “NO”. I didn’t understand, why if you were that excited about being able to eat ice cream without the bad side effects would you not want to start getting and eating it on a regular basis? I am still dealing with the ramification of the next sentence to this day. “I am going to get dairy goats, milk them and make my own ice cream.” Ooohhhhh of course! Why didn’t I think of that? That is defiantly the conclusion that a sane person would come to. I of course said I didn’t think it was a good idea. And that was the end of it. For three whole days.
So this is the number on reason not to marry an engineer. When they want something, they will prepare and plan and plot. Three days later she comes back with information, like more information than I use to quote a job. She had estimated costs for building pens and housing, picked breeds, found breeders, come up with a payoff plan, and crafted a counter argument for every possible point I could come up with. And just like that we had plans to start a mini farm. 820 feet of fence, 83 4x4” posts, and 2 full weekends of our lives digging in the worst clay in Kansas later, we had two pens covering about 1.5 acres in our backyard. While we were waiting on the first of our three Nubian doelings to get old enough to come home, we actually found a cute little Nigerian dwarf at an animal swap and our first future nanny, Cthulhu, came home with us. Not long after Chestnut, Walnut, and Hazelnut were weaned off their mothers and found their way to the farm on July 5, 2017. That was the establishment of the Schmaderer Cupboard (Erin’s registered farm name). We have grown a lot since then adding more pens, chickens, pigs, and sheep to our farmstead. Things stay hectic on our little slice of heaven but we love it here.
But more on that at a later date. I hope this post finds you in good health and of a sound mind. I am just another confused father from Kansas wondering …
How Did I get Here?