Welcome To Our Farm
Once upon a time, there were three little girls... who did not go to the police academy.
They started a farm instead.
This is their story.
Welcome to the inaugural home page of Covenstead Farm, a wee patch of pasture located somewhere in the mysterious expanse of central Texas. Please follow us on journey toward a greener, healthier and hopefully prosperous new lifestyle. Feel free to make suggestions, cheer us on, or simply point and laugh.
Who we are:
A trio of witches looking for a better way.
What we do:
Through a contracted agreement with our resident hens, we sell magically delicious eggs. We are currently negotiating a similar deal with a variety of vegetable plants to give us their children in exchange for rent. We think this is fair. We thought about selling milk as well, but after a brush with goats, we decided we like our stock with feathers only.
What you will find here:
A slightly motley chicken herd comprised of former Easter gifts and assorted cast-offs
Muscovy ducks and their mongrel Mallard-cross offspring
Four surly geese
A dozen guineafowl (one lives inside, more about Juma later)
Eleven cats, four dogs and a rabbit.
Three slightly off-kilter witches of varying ages and temperaments
Three Credos we live by:
Do as ye will and harm none.
If it can possibly get any worse, it probably will.
Please, no more cats.
Stay tuned for future updates about the dumb crap we do next!
Farm Fare
Sage Wisdom
All the news of the farm as told by Sage, our resident turkey. More...
Picture of the Month
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This is Stephen the guard rooster who chases away unwanted critters and Christians, oh and us as well.