Peanut became part of our farm family last Christmas Eve. My daughter thought it a good idea to bring him over for our family’s Christmas celebrations. What none of us was expecting is for Peanut to take the first opportunity given to him to escape and hide.
That’s right. The moment my daughter placed him on the ground, for a moment, to see his reaction, he ran under the house. Nothing we tried could bring him in arm’s reach. There and then, he determined his destiny. He would be a farm cat.
It took him three days to come close to any human contact. It was hunger that brought him to a place of surrender. Since then, each morning starts with the same ceremony. The meowing starts before we are fully awake. It doesn’t stop until there’s food on his plate. Don’t consider feeding him a different menu, he will turn his head, walk away and be vocal about it.
Peanut is not the average farm cat. He spent too much of his life in the city in an apartment. Although life on a farm means freedom, he doesn’t want to embrace a farm cat’s life. Our bantam chickens killed a mouse that was in their coop, our Jack Russell pup caught a mouse, but Peanut, confronted by one, runs the opposite direction.
He also has an evening ritual. As soon as we sit down, he will climb on my husband’s lap for a while then on my lap. If we have visitors, they too will participate in Peanut’s evening habits. No one is left out.
Over a year ago we took a big leap of faith into the unknown. We sold our house, went into a rental and began the search for a “a new home”. What that new home would look like was a bit of a mystery.
We knew we wanted a different lifestyle. We were dreaming of a country home, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and suburbs, yet I had a job I didn’t want to give up. We decided a weekender would be great, one that would turn into our retirement home when we would be ready for it. That definitely sounded good.
The search began, nothing seemed to fit our inner desire, whatever that was. It’s only over time, and looking at many properties that we finally came to understand what we actually wanted. Once we knew, we were able to narrow down our search and before we could understand what was really happening, we had bought a 10 acre property on a steep hill.
The weekender soon became our permanent residence as I gave up my job.
This blog is about the journey we are on. We invite you to join us and enjoy our lifestyle with us. you may even get inspired to do the same.
We will be sharing some of the amazing views we get to enjoy, awesome sunsets, additions to the homestead, thoughts and opinions. Oh yes, we will also share some of the undesired adventures that we experience, we wouldn’t want to inspire you with just the one side of the coin, it wouldn’t paint the reality of life on our homestead.
So sit back and enjoy. Welcome to our homestead.