Happy Kids Farm

01/25/2026

Hayed, grained and watered up. We are ready.

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01/24/2026

Time Passes written by Dr. Poet Peg

Twenty years since we started
Twenty years a lifetime ago
We started with a few goats, and very little money
It used to be a farm with cows, not kids

The barn was built for cows.
Complete with a milk parlor and large feeders
Across the field- when walking far enough, there is a tunnel beneath the road, Cows were safely able to graze in the field on the other side
Tunnel like a gaping mouth invites Wren and I inside
So many years have passed - the exit is like a jungle blocked with overgrowth and brush...
We bring rocks, OUR imagination and we race though the tunnel
Now it is where the Wild Things reside

Sometimes

WE
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01/22/2026

Our new sign - a late Christmas gift!

01/18/2026

6 eggs today!

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01/17/2026

It is quiet here on the farm. Buttoned up and little to report.

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01/11/2026

Poetry is important in my life. I attend a Poetry event at Battenkill Books one night per week and I also use poetry in my professional work. Recently, my mentor, Irene, dropped off eight books of a series called Poetry for Young People.
Carl Sandburg is our focus this month. Although he died the year I was born, I feel a connectedness with him. “His nose was always in a book.” “ He liked to write and his pockets were filled with odd scraps of papers on which he wrote many ideas.” “ He loved music.” “ He could not do monotonous work.” “ He could never settle on one profession.”

Dreams are things that some people do not follow. Dreams require action. Carl Sandburg liked to say that he was an eternal hobo. His wife was a school teacher and she raised nubian goats.
Of all the different breeds - the nubians are my favorite. I hope to travel someday to North Carolina and visit the Carl Sandbury Home National Historical Site. Therefore I will.

The first poem in the book is “Fog” and my fourth graders have memorized and can recite this poem.

Fog

The fog comes on little cat feet.
It sits looking over harbor and city
On silent haunches
And then moves on…
Carl Sandburg

Don't let your dreams move on- pounce on them!

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01/11/2026

Many thanks to everyone who has dropped off trees for our goats. They have been gobbling them up!

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01/04/2026

Reading at the farm- Phase #3.

12/31/2025

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12/27/2025

Appreciating all creatures great and small. Being home is the best.