Today I trained my hawk using pieces of heart I harvested from a lamb recently slaughtered here on the farm. It was born here, nursed here, was herded by my dogs, ate my grass, and died for meat and pelt. It's hide is salted and curing in a friend's threshing barn. That lamb watched me ride my horse past him. Watched me practice archery in the high field. It saw gardens and piglets, campfires and songs, stories and prayers. It will be enjoyed over many meals - mostly holidays - and its woolly skin will be tanned and then become a blanket I will use to stay warm this winter. Which will mean sleeping beside a roaring fire in a small farmhouse on the side of a mountain.
It is 2016.
You can grow up to be whatever you want, ladies.
Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
The blog of author Jenna Woginrich of Cold Antler Farm. Where pop culture meets agriculture! Here she writes about her adventures following her feral life as a self-employed writer, homesteader, archer, falconer, equestrian, martial artist, hunter, spinner, brewer, geek, and real-life Game of Thrones Extra. She loves movies, music, running far, and eating animals.
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