Saturday, April 14, 2012

pony of the americas

Jasper the POA earned his keep today. He pulled about 7 loads (a full cord) of locust out of the back pasture today, as well as some larger logs. We used my Christmas present from Brett, a Jasper-sized stone boat to haul the wood. The flat wooden sledges are called stone boats because they were used to haul stones out of fields in great piles. Today they moved some big rounds of a tree that was cut down to make room for the new horse pasture that will be built in June. The photos were all taken by Melina Smyres, that's her Robert working with Jasper.

You win some...

Shearing Day turned out to be a bust when it came to the wool, but a boom when it came to the wood! We got Sal sheared, but it was an uphill battle the whole road. Since my used sheep clippers literally started smoking after a few minutes of use, we switched to hand shears and dog clippers instead. It took two people an hour (with several people holding him down - turns out he's a kicker) just to get one sheep done. It was hilarious, messy, stuborn work. Tim was there and took some photos as well, and I'll look forward to sharing them.

Well folks, looks like I'll be hiring the shearer this year after all. It's just too much time without the right tools. Jim McRae charges eight dollars a sheep and does an amazing job. I spent 2 hours and needed six people to save eight dollars. There's frugality and then there's just being dumb. I will let the pros take this on, and learn from them the proper way to do it with the right tools next year...Oh well. You win some, and you lose some. I lost the shearing game, but did we ever pony up after lunch!

After the shearing of Sal was completed, we had a big kitchen potluck. And when that work was all done we decided to move pile of fallen logs Brett had cut down for the new horse pasture. Using a bit of pony power, we teamed up and used a POA-sized stone boat to haul a cord of rounds out of the forest and into the splitting pile. More photos of Jasper to follow!


A large group of folks is coming up today to help with a full-work day at the farm and end with a big ol' potluck! I'm looking forward to it. This is my first shearing I am hosting and doing by myself, a big step in the small holding shepherd's career. In a few hours there will be bags of wool and a fine group of friends laughing, eating, and working together. Days like today, Hoo!

Friday, April 13, 2012

The Milk Pail Diaries:
Happy Farmer, Here

good morning!

Good morning! I just wanted to check in quick and tell you that last night's Greenhorns event was wonderful, just wonderful. Great people, great farms, great food. I got to finally see the Greenhorns Movie in its entirety and it was so inspirational. It made me proud to just be sitting with my fellow stubborn agrarians in an auditorium. I read my essay in the book Write it Down, click here if you would like to read it—and after all was done CJ and his wife helped me get my new milking stanchion into the back of the pickup. It just needs a few adjustments and then I'll post a photo of us using it soon! Right now it is the most beautiful thing in the world to me.

Oh, and there is a covered gallon of goats milk and cheese culture setting on my stove to slowly turn to curds in 12-20 hours. It got a great and inexpensive chevre kit from New England Cheese making and can't wait to drain this cheese, salt it, and spread it over bagels on Shearing Day morning!

Riding lesson with Merlin in little bit, and then some unfortunate repair work on the truck. But it has to be done, turns out you need those front wheels to stay on the axles if you want to keep moving across the landscape. Makes me appreciate horses even more.

Only 4 spots left for the next season of the CSA! If you are interested contact me soon! If you join the 2013 season your wool starts growing soon as the sheep are sheared at the Potluck on Saturday! And you are welcome to come to the Shearing Day Potluck as well. It's not a workshop, there's no money exchanged, just an open farm day to work and help out with shearing and various other projects, but it will be a lot of fun and between the food and good people it'll be a big time.

Okay, I'm off to clean out the goat pen/horse stall. Enjoy your weekends!

Thursday, April 12, 2012

The Milk Pail Diaries
Tables, Tasting and Trials

Much to update on the Goat Front. Starting with a huge thank you to reader, CJ, who bartered a wooden handmade brand-new milking stanchion for a weekend pass at Antlerstock. He already has it build and loaded up and will hand it over to me tonight at the Greenhorns Event in Williamstown! How amazing is that?! I'll post a photo of Big Bonita on it tomorrow. I'm beyond pleased about it. The set up I rigged is working, but nowhere near as ideal as a proper milking stand. I sit on the ground on clean hay, but it would be nice to sit on a stool and be certain she wouldn't be stepping off.

Thanks to everyone's advice and tips, I have started to enjoy the milk here as a substitute for all the things I used cow's milk for. In my cereal, by the glass, in my coffee. Either Bonita is special or that chilling/freezing method really works because her milk tastes no different in flavor or texture than 2% Cows Milk. No "goaty" taste at all. It's not as fatty as the whole milk in my fridge, but way more "wholesome" than a skim or fat-reduced milk. I'm really happy about that. Most goat milk I have tried has either been off local food source shelves from neighboring farms, and way too "goaty" for my taste. But I can not tell the difference between this chilled, fresh, Alpine milk and the stuff I've been drinking my whole life.

I brought a glass-bottle pint with vanilla extract and sugar into the office today, for coffee. Everyone at work treating it like the black stain of the Company Fridge. We need some goat milk education around these parts...

Early 1900's Fiddle Giveaway This Sunday!

This was a fundraiser, no purchase necessary raffle. Winner of the fiddle giveaway to support bringing Merlin home.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

the life i should be leading

Tonight when I got home from work I slid into my routine of chores like you slide into a favorite sweater, more comfortable and confident then before you put it on. I came inside first to walk the dogs and set down their dinner bowls, and then did the same for the cats and the dozen chicks in the mud room brooder. Inside my house right now there are six mammals and a dozen birds and there isn't a sound but the high-nasal snores of George on the dog bed by the crackling wood stove and the background chirping of new beaks plays as softly as the stream outside does when the windows are open on summer nights.

Outside the meat bird youngin's are nearly 4 weeks old and holding their own. They now scamper all over the farm from the pasture to the well. While milking Bonita tonight a little herd of meat birds came and started bothering us so I turned the teat into a squirt gun and shot a meat bird right in the feet. He squawked and ran off, and then ran right back to drink the milk puddle in the dry dirt. Lord, do we need rain around here. Ground is hard tack with little stubble of grass.

With all the 3-month old Freedom rangers in freezer camp, the farm sure is less frantic. 27 9-pound birds running around sure did make a scene when cars rolled by. I've been enjoying them with friends, giving them as gifts and eating them here at the farm. Over at Patty's we had one for Easter Dinner and it was perfect.

The sheep are in their main paddock and I hope a few will lamb soon. It is almost that time and every day I come home from the office or an errand I listen for those mama sheep chortle throat sounds and baby bleats. Jasper in is the pasture next to them and is loving this mild weather and open spaces. right now nights are no colder than the mid thirties. He runs around the fields, eats his hay, drinks his water down and is working off that pent up stall feeling. I can't wait till he and Merlin are in their new paddock together, something I hope to have ready by my Birthday weekend in mid July.

I ordered goat cheese rennet and supplies to make some soft cheeses from Bonita's gallon and a half of milk she is giving a day. I experimented with mozzarella tonight but it was a disaster. Too much heat, too little goat milk, and too much rennet made a suitable alternative for Styrofoam. But hey, fail again better next time! And next time we'll go for a proper chèvre.

Shearing is Saturday, and you're invited. Looks like three gals from the SCA will be coming and a few readers from the blog. Should be quite the day! If you are coming bring something to eat and share and some clean clothes and shoes to change into! Tim said if the Battenkill Race (huge bike race this weekend in Cambridge. HUGE) winds up and his photo work leaves him time he'll try to make it over to get some shearing photos.

I'd call that a day, friends. I am about to tune up my fiddle and enjoy a nice Guinness as a nightcap. It feels deserved tonight, as there's a properly running farm out there producing eggs, meat, wool, milk and the starts of green vegetables. Lately I feel like I am ever more comfortable with this land and work. I am handling the challenges they offer. It's part of the journey of learning a whole new lifestyle. It excites the hell out of me. I'm growing as a farmer, and growing into it. It feels like the life I should be leading.

Not much else to crow about around here...

P.S. My arms and hands are sore!.

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Greenhorns Events and Screenings!

Tomorrow night I'll be at Williams College in Williamstown Mass for the Book Launch Party of the new Greenhorns Book, a collection of essays by young farmers. As a contributor to the book, myself and another contributor/local farmer Luke from Quincy Farm will be there for readings and a Q&A. I'm really looking forward to it. It'll be a fun event with many young and enthusiastic college students and new farmers of all ages. There will be good local food, a movie, speakers and the whole shindig is Free!

And if you can't make it out tomorrow night, know that on June 29th there will be a Greenhorns Screening and Book party right here in Veryork, hosted by Battenkill Books, Cold Antler, Bedlam Farm, and others! You can come and see the movie, buy a signed copy of The Greenhorns, and enjoy a day here in Upstate New York with writers and farmers. It won't be at Battenkill Books, probably at the Freight Depot (our town took a debunked railroad station and turned it into a community arts center) but I plan on being there with Gibson and I think Jon and Maria will be there as well. It'll be a downright hootenanny.

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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Milk Pail Diaries:
First Milking at Cold Antler Farm

Bonita arrived at 6AM, delivered in a large dog crate in the back of a pickup truck. The man who delivered her, a brother named Zyrah, at Common Sense was heading to pick up her replacement in Bellow's Falls. He helped me walk her over towards the barn and get her milked. It took two of us, since I had no way to contain her, no stanchion of any sort, and she was nervous being in a new place. We tied her collar and leash to a tree and I help a grain bucket while Zyrah milked her in about 5 minutes flat. I could not believe his speed, three times as fast and forceful as my beginner's hands. I thanked him, grateful just to get the chore done. He walked the full and foamy pail to the side deck where no one could hurt it.

I stood there with Bonita, who was gently nibbling my black sweater. I had not anticipated the importance of a stanchion, the stand that secures the goats head in a loose vice while they eat so they can't move while the milking is done. As I went about morning chores I tried to figure out an inexpensive solution. I didn't want to spend money on a trial enterprise and I didn't want to have a horrible experience either. As I racked my brain I set her inside the pasture next to the sheep. It was where Jasper spent his time when he wasn't in the stall. I figured I'd give her two acres to explore with the strange new sheep a fence away so no one could bust heads, start with the nosing and smelling first. Instead of checking out the pasture, or the sheep, or drinking her water or eating her hay she simply whirled around and in one motion tore down the woven wire fence.

Then I had this stupid moment of panic.

This was a mistake. What the crow was I thinking? I can't contain a goat here, that's why there was a goat kicked out in the first place. And what the hell where you thinking when you took on a goat without anything but a borrowed steel pail? How are you going to milk her when there isn't someone here to hold her? You really aren't capable of this....

I let my inner panic last another few minutes. I walked around the farm frantically doing chores, fuming at myself and my mistake. With one hand full of eggs I grabbed the metal milk pail off the deck by the lip and it splattered out of my clumsy, distracted hands. I wanted to cry, and I didn't care how cliche it was. I was in over my head. I didn't have the right tools or know-how. And I just ruined the first ever pail of Cold Antler Farm Milk....

I let my stupid inner anger last another 45 seconds and then snapped out of it. Why put myself down? Why be angry? You want to change your circumstances, change your attitude about them. I opened the gate and removed Bonita from the place she was destined to fail in. I tied her off at a tree and then took Jasper out into the pasture where he could both have more space to trot and run, and open up a goat-containment zone. I placed her inside the horse paddock and she simply walked out under the latch chain in one deft squeeze. I added a second chain lower down on the gate so she couldn't do that anymore and she started knocking around Jasper's woven wire fence. It had a top line of eclectic already, but that doesn't stop a goat till they've already climbed a fence to get to it. So I grabbed some more t-post insulators and a roll of wire and added a second goat-nose level of electric shock to the inner fence. Now I was cooking with gas.

I got her some fresh hay, clean water, scratched her head and went inside. And she stayed.

My day between milking was ideal, almost sounds fake when I write about it. With the goat secure and her bag empty, I had Gibson help me wrangle those chickens. We ended up taking eight to Ben Shaw in a crate in the back of the pickup with the new Chocolate Drops album blaring. I picked up their CD and the newer Sarah Jarosz album (haven't gotten to that one yet). I love that I bought both of them in Cambridge. Battenkill Books carries some killer CDs and The Village Store does too. I get the whole digital age, but I love holding LPs and CDs, looking at the artwork, setting it on a shelf. Anyway, I digress.

I sang along with "I Am a Country Girl" and dropped off the birds. Then with my crate of birds heading to their fate, and a dog tired from the work that boils in his blood, I took us both home. I put Gib in for a nap and changed into breeches and half chaps. Time to see a horse.

I had a good ride with Merlin, the arena was all ours. We had a rough trail ride on Easter Sunday, he didn't want to cross water. But this ride was great. He did all I asked and I am starting to feel comfortable and natural at a posting trot. We didn't push it, a short and productive practice. And when we were done I tussled his mane and kissed his forehead and asked him if he was getting all the love he needed? He nosed my pocket and I gave him a cookie.

The afternoon was dedicated to chores and errands. I cleaned out the meat bird chick haybale brooder/coop. I checked the bees (thriving!) and I watered the baby plants of greens, garlic, and peas popping out of the first raised beds planted just a few weeks earlier. I put off writing (shame on me) but what the hell, I was ridiculously happy. I even had a plan to make the sorriest excuse for a stanchion ever. Get this: a flag pole holder.

While picking up grain at the hardware store I saw a wall-mounted, swiveling, flag pole holder. Something clicked in my head and I bought it on the spot. It was made so you could mount it to a wall and stick a pole at any angle you wanted, basically a lever you tightened at will. I got out my cordless power drill and mounted it at goat-head height on the outside barn wall. Instead of a flag, I stuck a plunger dowel into it and tightened the screw that would hold my "flag" in place. With a grain bucket hanging in front of it I could do the same thing the fancy metal milking stands did at Common Sense.

When milking time came at 5:30 I was a little nervous. This was it. There was no one here to watch or help, and I was counting on an $8.99 aluminum flag pole holder with a toilet sucker handle on it. I washed my hands, rolled up my sleeves and grabbed the stainless steel pail. It was on.

I filled a plastic bucket with sweet grain and walked over to Bonita. Her bag was HUGE and she seemed happy to see me, all bleats and head bobs. I set the milk pail down and opened the gate. I set her in place over my rigged stanchion, her body against the wall, and I clamped it comfortably shut, using a piece of baling twine to close the top from her lifting her head out. She didn't flinch. She just went to chompsville. I set the pail under her teats (just two!) and started going to town on those suckers. Milk squirted into the pail with a happy force, and I realized I didn't have to be dainty. I went faster and harder and she just ate. It took till the pail was half full before I realized it was working. My head pressed against her side, my arms working one at a time like little pistons. In about 10 minutes the work was done. I set it aside, hugged her, and helped her out of her head lock. Mission Accomplished!

I grabbed the pail and walked it inside, we weren't home free yet. I still had to strain it, bottle it, and do the dishes. I didn't have a strainer, but I did have some gadgets I bet would work. I grabbed a small mesh metal strainer and a coffee filter from the vast collection I inherited when I bought the farmhouse. They had been sitting in a box unused, waiting for a purpose to call them by name. I set the filter paper in the strainer, slowly poured in the foaming milk, and watched as every goat hair and fleck of hay stayed out of the Pyrex bowl below it. I smiled. I could not believe I was making this happen. I poured it into a recycled bottle from Battenkill Creamery and shut the lid. I set it on the kitchen counter and gawked for a while. I just made milk happen... Me. I had never held a container of milk that I was entirely responsible for, ever before. It felt like it was worth an unspeakable sum. After a few moments of quiet revelry, I set it in the fridge. From walking outside to finishing the milking dishes it took 25 minutes. I was impressed. I always thought a milking chore would take an extra 3 hours a day, but one goat wasn't bad at all.
I guess tomorrow I'll find out what goatmilk coffee creamer tastes like...

Milk Pail Diaries:
Meet Miss Bonita

good boy

I would just like to take a moment this morning to thank my panting, filthy, exhausted, and wonderful dog, Gibson. Together we just wrangled and grabbed six frantic Freedom Rangers (and hope to catch a few more still). They were well down in the forest, hard to catch. But Gibson managed to gather and hold a few in place so I could scoop them up and put them in the crate in the back of the truck. It wasn't a pretty, but it sure was teamwork! In a little bit we'll both be driving over the mountain to Greenwich to deliver the birds to be slaughtered for the table. I took today off as a vacation day, so I have time to figure out this goat and meat bird business. So far its been a little hectic! More later!

Milk Pail Diaries Teaser: I did not cry over spilled milk.

Monday, April 9, 2012

CSA Update - New Shares Open

Shearing Day for the second year of the Wool CSA is underway on Saturday. The wool sheared will be skirted, boxed, and sent off to the mill for the people already paid and signed up for their share of wool. Folks from the very first year have been mailed their shares. Due to just three sheep and a limited number of longwools turned into skeins of yarn the first year's share turned out to offer 2 or 3 skeins of wool and 2 or three sheets of felt. Everyone who signed up has either got their packages or has them in the mail this week. It took longer than I anticipated, and for that I apologize, but not a single investor went without a return. Some farm CSAs aren't so lucky. I am am sorry the mailings took so long but am happy I have product to send. If anyone is frustrated know that I did not end up making a single dollar of profit. The wool, sheep, feed, shearing, shipping costs and milling cost three times what the shares paid. But, thanks to those shares paid I was able to buy the flock to begin with. So I consider that first year breaking even. What I lost in cash I made up for in lessons.

If you signed up for the second season of the wool CSA, your yarn is starting its journey this Saturday. If you could please email me to let me know your current mailing address and involvement in the program I would really appreciate it. I'd like to send out a postcard with some updates and dates you can expect your shares. You can expect it by late summer, and I am hoping everyone gets 2-3 skeins, felt, or roving. We may do a raffle for some extra value products like a wool rug from the pieces of blackface wool not fit for felting and such.

As tradition holds, every shearing season spots open up for the following year's CSA. If you are interested in the 2013 season of wool (meaning your shearing date is NEXT year and your wool is NEXT summer, email me for a spot). I decided to only take 12 members for 2013. My flock is too small to make 25 people content. But I can really make 12 people's year who want to both support this small farm and the entire Cold Antler Dream. It is first come, first served, so email me at if you would like a share in the warmth.

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The Milk Pail Diaries:
First lessons in milking goats...

I arrived at Common Sense's giant two story barn a little early. The folks assigned to tonight's milking had not arrived yet so I made myself at home with Smudge, the black and white barn kitten. I scooped her up in my arms and walked down to the goat pen where Bonita was waiting for me.

And there she was... Bonita's a French Alpine doe, 3 years old with a black face and back and a brown body. She's the largest doe in the herd giving a gallon and a half of milk a day. The farm is happy to loan her over because they are getting a new doe from the community in Bellow's Falls Vermont and want their herd more uniform in size and production. Bonita is a great producer, but also larger than they prefer as far as children and families handling her. So they are happy to let me give goat owning a test drive. So am I.

I walked right into the pen and said hello to the fine lady. She did this thing were she showed me her upper plate and bottom teeth, lips curled back. I have no idea what this means since sheep only do this right before sex and I hardly know this woman. But she didn't try any moves, she just did the weird lip thing and sauntered around. I shrugged and scratched her ears. Then I checked out her teats. Two can play at this game.

Man, where they swollen! I started to feel a little doubt rise up in me. I mean, that entire fleshy milk container was packed with 2/3rds a gallon of warm milk and its my responsibility to get it all out in a quick and gentle manner in a way that doesn't cause mastitis or Lord knows whatever other goat-milking vapors I might cause through my clumsy hands.

Soon Yesheva and her children arrived, along with some other community members I know well. I've lived three miles away from Common Sense farm for two years now, sharing equipment, meals and conversations over hot mugs of tea. They've become good friends and farm co-conspirators over the years. We've bartered livestock for hay, built my sheep shed, and their landscaping team plows my driveway and has shoveled snow off my roof.

So when they ran this goat idea not only was I excited, but felt like I was in on something special. Bonita isn't just any Alpine, but a doe from a farm that cares for its animals so well their barn is usually in better shape than my living room (WHEN I have company over) so I feel both excitement and a little fear. I don't want to do anything wrong, or cause any harm.

Before I knew what was happening, a man opened the goat pen and let two out. Bonita and her pal Iris. They both bee-lined for their milking stands with such excitement I was shocked. Then I realized they were so used to the routine, the grain in the stands, and the relief of the empty bag...why wouldn't they run? It's like one wild date night in hyper speed. They get dinner and felt up in ten minutes flat.

With Bonita locked and loaded in the metal milking stand my lessons started. I was handed a warm, wet rag that smelled like lavender. It was a castile soap they use to clean and gently massage the teats before milking. This "lets down" the milk into the teats. It was a quick massage, and then on with the drying towel. Now that Bonita's swimsuit place was cleaned (and my own hands washed) a metal pail was set under her udder. I tried to recall the woman at Byler's Farm in Slatington Pennsylvania who taught me how to milk a cow on a family outing when I was. I used my thumb and forefinger to make an okay sign around the teat's base, pinched it off, and one finger at a time closed my fist.

Milk squirted into the pail!

Holy crow! I was doing it! I kept at it, and quickly learned how little pressure I was using. In the time it took me to get an 1/8 of an inch of milk in the pail my partner at the other stand was done and onto his next doe. So I have it some moxie, and a little more gentle force, and it came out faster and thicker. Okay, okay, I'm getting the hang of it. MY arms weren't used to it though. I got tired quickly, and had to switch hands. Eventually as the pail filled up I could feel her emptying out. When nothing came out of the back left teat I focused on the back right (which had plenty left). Yesheva praised my work, even if I was slow, because I wasn't causing milk to go "back up into the bag" a bad no no. This is what causes that scary mastitis disease.

In about fifteen minutes I had done the job. The milk pail was foaming with a happy half gallon of fresh milk and I felt like I just won a game of chess. I did some complicated and timeless, something people have been doing for hundreds of years. A dance between hunger and style. And the results were right there in front of me. Checkmate.

Tomorrow Cold Antler Farm turns into a micro-dairy!

P.S. Bonita will arrive early tomorrow morning. I'll get her milked outside the barn with a pail of grain and a tie out, and then walk her into a pen where she can meet Jasper through the safety of a closed stall door. I think having them side my side for a little will be good, in a way that Jasper can't hurt her if he is anti-goat. I don't think there will be trouble but better safe than sorry. Wish us luck and drama-free equine/caprine love.

Milk Pail Diaries, starting tonight!

Today I'll be heading down to Common Sense Farm to learn the proper way to hand-milk a goat. I'll be learning as part of a short-term experiemnet here at Cold Antler. I will be bringing home Bonita, an Alpine Doe in milk for a few days to see what it is like living with a dairy animal. I'm excited to see if it is something that fits into my life. She'll be keeping Jasper company, since his stable built last summer is a fully goat-proof space. It has wooden high fences inside and a strong electric fence outside. Goats are supposed to be fine companions for horses. too. I am excited to play with some recipes and share what I learn here. Get ready folks, because The Goat Diaries start tonight!

I had a little wether here once named Finn. I adored raising that sprite. But he had the poor luck to come into my life between moving and before I had any space suitable for a large and capricious animal. I'm in a far better place now to handle a goat, and if this trial period proves good for me, Jasper, Bonita, Common Sense, and I enjoy her she may stay. I'm not entirely sure it is what I want, but if the Universe throws you free goat milking lessons and a trial doe...I'm going to bite. I would be lying if I wasn't a little excited about living in the land of milk and honey...

P.S. The bees are doing amazingly this spring! Honey for sure this summer!
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that time of year again....

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Freedom Hangs like Heaven Over Everyone: Iron and Wine

good news!

So I am 99% certain that at least one Blackface Ewe is pregnant! She has a bag on her big enough to feed twins! She would be due in the next week or two if Atlas did the job. Fingers crossed for lambs!

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Henry David Thoreau On Facebook

I read this last night on Jon Katz's blog. I just had to share it...

Thoreau finished his dinner soon after moving to his cabin on Walden Pond – fried rat, wild cat, roots, berries, raw fish, mushrooms – and he sat down to record the meal. He wanted to share the experience of living alone at Walden Pond, to demonstrate to himself and the world that he could live near nature, make his own decisions, shed some of the fears and restrictions of society, live a life of self-determination. He saw his page as a living “Walden.” When he finished eating, he clicked on the “Publish to Facebook” button and went outside to gaze at the stars, stretch and relieve himself in the woods.

Thoreau, committed to a life of simplicity and very little use of technology, was at first reluctant to bring a computer into his tiny cabin, or to get a Facebook Page. He didn’t like the Internet, and had refused to do his banking online. Of course, he had no money, so that wasn’t a huge sacrifice. But he really disliked social media, the idea of all these strangers coming into his life. Writers should work alone, be mysterious, he complained. He didn’t want to meet his friends from childhood, and he hated the idea of e-mail. His publisher persuaded him that would help him market “Walden Pond,” and sell more copies of this dubious project to people who did not want to live on a pond in the dark and hunt and cook for themselves. You know, his editor said, brand yourself.

When Thoreau came inside after swimming naked in the pond, and capturing a frog for dinner, he was surprised to see more than 100 comments on his Facebook posting. “Fried rat!,” said one comment, “you better get yourself to a doctor now. You will have parasites and worms in the morning.” There were more than 20 comments from animal lovers horrified that he had eaten a cat...

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