Welcome to Mack Hill Farm

Why, Mr. UPS Man. Why do you back up your big truck all the way down our 800 foot driveway?

Well, I never know what to expect. I’m poised for a quick get-away.


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm, where you never know which critter will greet you!

(Minx, Lily, Polly, Misty, Ginny — I am looking at you!)


Notes From Zone  4   5! Go Global Warming!

When we hit Zone 7, we are growing Zinfandel!


Mack Hill Farm. If we didn’t find out how to do it on the internet, we read it in a book.


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm. A happy critter is a yummy critter.


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm, where the sheep know what a ground rod is.

And how to disconnect it.


Comrades Leon and Kaytla welcome you to Mack Hill Farm.


The Sheep Soviet welcomes you to Mack Hill Farm.


The Council of Leadersheep welcomes you to Mack Hill Farm.


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm, a work in progress.


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm, a first generation farm.


Welcome to the ADHD Mack Hill Farm!


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm! The last people who tried to farm this land, moved west in the 1840s.


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm: 343 mostly wooded, unfenced acres.


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm, where duct tape and baling twine really do hold the world together.


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm. What critter will they buy next?


Welcome to Mack Hill Farm. Tree to shed in 2.2 days.


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