From the Deep South to Northern Rockies: Pt. 2, by GritsInMontana

(Continued from Part 1.)


Goats: My neighbors decided to be “goat foster parents” for the summer. (“It will be a great experience for the children!”, they said.) The plan was to return the goats to the rightful owners when September rolled around. My response was “That owner is probably three states away by now….” Sure enough, as fall approached, the owner was nowhere to be found and my neighbors now had to figure out what to do with their foster-goat-situation for the winter. You see, getting rid of a goat will almost always require some level of treachery and deceit on your part, since most folks in these parts understand that goats are very destructive. If you’re looking around your homestead and wondering “Why can’t we have nice things?”, the answer will surely be “…because you have goats.”

My dear aunt used to say, “What you cannot learn by reason, you will learn by pain” and I’m fortunate to be among those who usually learns by reason. As cute as goats are (and let’s face it, they are adorable), I believe goats and sheep are critters best left for ranching endeavors, where they are important components of grassland management and can be raised by people who really know what they’re doing. If you envision having a few goats for milk and cheese, I’d suggest you investigate it very carefully. Except for a few places west of the Continental Divide, we typically don’t have lush pasture grasses in most places of the Redoubt. Goats can quickly ruin a small pasture in this high, arid climate and it can take many years before your land is restored to its original condition. Be sure you know what you’re doing before you inadvertently ruin your land.


Chickens: I had no experience with poultry, but I wanted to give it a try. First, I purchased and read Storey’s Guide to Raising Poultry and then I referenced the BackYard Chickens web site very often during the first year whenever I encountered issues. With my landlord’s permission, I converted the old shed to a chicken coop and painted interior walls with a high gloss white paint, which made winter time chores a bit brighter and spring-cleaning easier when I blasted hose water on the walls to wash them down. By the entrance, I hung a basket filled with little disposable shoe covers (like the ones worn in an operating room). My neighbors laughed and shook their heads, noting that I wasn’t adjusting to country life very well… but the shoe covers allowed me to quickly run in and grab a few eggs without stopping to put on heavy muck boots.

I opted for Buff Orpington chicks and fretted endlessly those first few days after they moved from the brooder to the “new” chicken coop shed. Ultimately, it became apparent that the only one having a problem with this transition was me. They grew into beautiful, calm birds who were good layers. My kind neighbors gave us a rooster they said was just too well-behaved to butcher and true to their word, he was a perfectly well-behaved rooster. The chickens free-ranged and we didn’t lose any to predators (more about why, later), but we did lose one to the hay bale stack. The poor thing squeezed in between bales and evidently couldn’t get back out. (We didn’t figure this out until many months later when we pulled down the hay bale and frightened ourselves a little.) Overall, it was rather easy and enjoyable to keep chickens. But ultimately? I ended up giving them all away once we moved to our permanent home due to their propensity for taking “dirt baths”. Those birds did a number on my flower beds! Instead, I opted for….

Ducks: I can’t say enough good things about ducks! After trying Pekins and Cayugas, we settled on Welsh Harlequins. They are prolific layers, very pretty, and cold-hardy. How cold hardy are they? Ours have survived -10 to -30 F degree weather for weeks on end with nothing more than periodic layers of fresh straw placed inside their duck house – and they seem no worse for wear.

Ducks don’t require supplemental heat lamps (which can cause fire), they don’t take dirt baths (so my flowers survive), and they don’t hop up on picnic tables and leave poop everywhere (a true bonus!). While a pond is nice, they can be quite happy with just a kiddie pool to help them stay clean. Their eggs are richer tasting than chicken eggs and great for baking.

When building their duck house (aka “the Quack House”), we adapted guidelines found at HGTV’s guide to duck houses. Still, we weren’t sure if these guidelines would protect our ducks from extreme cold. For your convenience, the details of our modified plan are included here: Our Quack House holds 6 ducks and is 3 ft. deep x 6 ft. long x 3 ft. tall (with an angled shed roof). The base was built with one-inch solid foam insulation topped with 3/ 4 inch pressure treated plywood, and dug into a slope and leveled, creating some additional dead air space underneath. A picture window (covered with hardware cloth) provides summer breezes and is securely covered with wood in winter. Two 3×6 inch vents are positioned at either peak. We covered one vent this winter due to excessive winds coming from that direction. The door is large enough for two ducks to enter without anyone getting stuck while playing the “me first” game, and it’s securely closed at night. And, while it might be smaller than most duck plans recommend, the small area allows them to use their body heat to stay warm.

Ducks do make a mess with water, so our ducks have no food or water inside their house. We let them out early in the morning to free range. They put themselves up at night and we secure the door behind them. Just a note: If you decide to raise ducklings indoors in a brooder, resign yourself to a stench-filled month. I changed their shavings daily and it didn’t help a bit. If you have a heated garage or shed, use that location! Once the weather is warm enough for your ducklings to go outside and you’ve mopped up their mess, all will be right with the world again.

Guineas: The sweet old lady at the feed store convinced me to purchase keets (baby guineas) when I purchased the baby chicks. She said they were great “watchdogs”. She said they would eat lots of bugs. She said they were cute. (They were, and I bought two!) What she didn’t say was that she lived in a house many, many miles from my keets and she would never hear the horrifically loud screeching sounds they made once they became adults. Watch out for seemingly sweet old ladies trying to sell you keets. That’s the best advice I can give you on this one.

Turkeys: These are fun birds. They are smart, they’ll roost in your pine trees, they are low maintenance and cold-hardy, and they’ll become amazingly social and tame. Ours were free-range turkeys who would occasionally decide to walk single file down the road to visit the neighbors. (Luckily, our neighbors found this to be quite entertaining.) I wish I could tell you what it’s like to process and eat turkeys, but I don’t know. Ours decided to run away with a wild turkey flock that moved through our property one fall. I hope they miss me, those ingrates.

Mail Order Birds (and Small-Town Life)

We ordered ducklings online twice and had no issues either time with their health. The hatchery will give you advance notice when your order is scheduled to arrive. Imagine how excited I was for my first delivery when the phone rang at 3 AM and Pete (name changed to protect dear old Pete’s privacy) from the Post Office said my ducklings had arrived! I was thrilled and promised to head straight there, only to have him add “We don’t open until 8 AM”. Confused, I asked “Um, so why did you call me at 3 AM?” Pete mumbled something about the instructions on the box saying “Call Upon Delivery”, and since they were delivered, well, he was just callin’…. Every small mountain town will have a Pete. Just give him a polite call the next time and let him know about your impending shipment of ducklings, thank him in advance for checking on their fuzzy duckling welfare, and assure him you’ll be there when they open, so he can skip the 3 AM wake-up call.

Anatolian Shepherds: In recent years, it seems that Anatolian Shepherds have become the “dog du jour” lauded by many homesteading and prepper web sites as the perfect dog to have. I have had a positive experience with Anatolians, but I also have some reservations about them. I stumbled across this livestock guardian breed after my child somehow convinced me to adopt a two-year-old Anatolian from the local animal shelter. I foolishly assumed all shepherd dogs were the same – smart dogs who want to make you happy. Not so. I quickly learned that Anatolians are smart, but they don’t really care if you’re happy. They are extremely independent, destructive 120-140 pound escape artists who don’t listen. The one we adopted was quite a challenge to train (and I already had many years’ experience training both horses and large breed dogs). I’d say we easily spent a full year working intensively with him.

We had some awkward moments, like when he ran away and was returned to us in the back of the Sheriff’s car. Or when he hopped into the UPS truck and was found lying down in the back behind the boxes. Or when he went missing for hours and then we suddenly found him lying in our yard next to moose antlers. (We had to apologize to our neighbor, an avid hunter, and return those antlers.) However, when three coyotes tried to attack our first calf who was just hours old, our Anatolian didn’t need any training to successfully fight them off. He also didn’t need any training to spring into action and distract an angry horned cow who was ready to charge me. And we didn’t lose any free-range chickens to predators. Good boy!

As he matured, he enjoyed his “retirement” years inside the house with us. We went on to adopt two 12-week-old puppies from National Anatolian Shepherd Rescue. For the first two years, we referred to them as “The Velociraptors”. One is now an excellent livestock guardian who always wants to be outside, and the other one would be inside all day on a pillow if we’d allow that. My husband jokes that, in his experience, about 50% of Anatolians puppies will go on to become good livestock guardians.

Purchasing Anatolians from a breeder can cost thousands of dollars, which I think is unnecessary. Sadly, there are many Anatolians available for adoption because people terribly underestimate how large, stubborn, and difficult these dogs can be. You’ll need the patience of Mother Theresa. But if you’re willing to work with them, an adopted adult dog can become a loyal guardian and save you both the high purchase price and difficult puppy phase–which lasts two years. Adopting an adult Anatolian certainly worked out well for us.

When our veterinarian told us that he has many Anatolians in his practice, but ours are the only ones he can care for without fear of being bitten, I felt a real sense of accomplishment. These dogs tend to bond only with their immediate family and are very wary of others. Never, ever allow visiting children to rough-house with your own children. Livestock guardian dogs will not take kindly to any perceived threat to family or flock, even if from a small child, and the bite force of Anatolians is particularly devastating. One mistake could tragically change lives forever.

Our dogs are well suited to our climate, needs, and lifestyle. They have a job and they do it well. (Okay, one of them does it well… The other one is sort of hit-or-miss!) They are very cold hardy and come inside for the evening only when temperatures are expected to drop below 10 degrees F. – and then they can easily overheat if the house is too warm. The rest of the time they sleep in their insulated dog house filled with fresh hay. They eat a lot, bark a lot, shed a lot, and one of them drools a lot. They also need a lot of room to run. (Ours have 10 fenced acres to patrol.) They are wonderful, but they aren’t for everyone, and I certainly think there are other solidly protective breeds such as German Shepherds and English Mastiffs which would be better suited to homesteading families with small children.

A Social Life…

After a while, it became obvious to me that between raising a child, working, and taking care of farm critters, my social life had dwindled to the point that it consisted mostly of quick chats with the nice folks at Costco who handed out food samples on Saturday mornings. While throwing myself an elaborate pity party one afternoon, I blurted out (in an unflattering, whiny voice) “Okay, God. If you want me to meet anyone, then you’re going to have to bring him right to my front door. Otherwise, I’m never going to meet anybody!”

About four months later, the man I would ultimately marry showed up – right at my front door. He was a conservative Christian, a prepper, smart, handsome, funny, capable and no-nonsense when needed. He knew the Rocky Mountain terrain and was expert in many areas where I knew little or nothing at all. Our skill sets were amazingly complementary. He also was very extroverted, and my social circle grew quickly. Soon, we were married, and I had inherited a lovely new family. We combined our preps (“Hey, where should I put these fabulous French Onion soup cans I bought three years ago?”) and began searching for a home of our own.

(To be concluded tomorrow,  in Part 3.)


  1. I really enjoy reading your story! I like the way you write and glad you have adapted well to your new home and found a husband. Looking forward to part 3.

  2. Wonderful saga, thoroughly enjoying every bit of it. We too pride ourselves on, “learning by reason,” and might add, “observation.” Hence, we didn’t get any further than, “what about a goat?” Thanks for reinforcing our own reason/observation they’re not a good idea. Did go the chicken route (primarily eggs) and haven’t regretted it. Concur BYC blog is the best. Been thinking about rabbits. Did you ever consider them?

    1. Dear SamAyeAm, I certainly did consider rabbits! When I was growing up in the swamps, my family was poor and my father fed us by either fishing or hunting rabbits in the sugarcane fields. He referred to them as “canefield chicken” and I think I was 12 before I knew it was really rabbit meat! (I figure I’m living proof that you can survive quite well on rabbit meat, since we all managed to thrive.) Because of that experience growing up, I thought that raising rabbits might be a great idea and purchased a couple meat rabbits at the local feed-store. It turned out that I was just a miserable failure at raising rabbits, evidenced by the fact that they would sit on my lap as I fed them expensive “boo-berries” (blueberries). They were simply too cute and ended up being pets. Along the same lines, I haven’t been really successful at keeping deer away from one of the apple trees. The first time I walked onto the front porch and saw a spotted fawn look at me with apple juice dribbling down its chin, I just said “OK…. you win. You can have those. I’ll plant some more trees.” I turned around, walked back inside, and started researching new varieties of apple trees! LOL! Of course, I don’t spray that tree with any pesticides and the apples all have little wormy holes in them, but they end up also being nice treats for my cows who tend to be pregnant in the fall and who appreciate the extra goodies.

      1. Re: Coddling moth worms in your apples-I made a trap I found on the internet that worked pretty good. Mix 1 cup apple cider vinegar, 1/3 cup dark molasses, 1/8 tsp ammonia with 6 cups of water. Pour about 2″ of mixture into a plastic rinsed-out milk jug, cut a wedge out of the upper side (like a smile) and hang in your tree when it’s almost done blooming. Refill it a couple of times until it’s gross enough to replace the jug. My traps caught lots and lots of coddling moths.

  3. Ok, I hope I am not the only guy on the blog that sits down to watch the occasional movie with their Wife. We all like popcorn right?
    Your story belongs in a novel and I would watch this on the big screen.
    I know I know… my spare time! You could fund your next ranch with a stroke of the pen. The story is that good.

    I have shared the first two installments with my Wife and I have enjoyed listening to her giggle as she reads through your story. She is laughing with you. Your story leads her to ask me the “remember when we” questions.

    A sense of humor and humility can take you far.

    We are looking forward to the next chapter.

    1. Thank you for your kind words. I realize my experience is very much from a feminine perspective, but since we gals are part of the equation in a family, I hoped that sharing my goofs, embarrassing errors, and even successes (despite myself sometimes) might help other ladies and families. (And good for you for watching movies with your wife! My burly husband has been known to even watch a Hallmark movie with me from time to time, especially at Christmas time!) What would we ladies do without you wonderful fellas? You don’t get the credit you deserve!

      1. Grits, I had the wonderful opportunity to coach a great high school soccer team.
        I had only coached young men before I took the high school job.
        The young ladies I had on the high school team taught me a very important lesson.

        I was coaching soccer players.
        I was not coaching lady soccer players.

        You are working with the rest of us because you need to see what is going to happen next.
        You are one of us.

        Thank you for a wonderful story.

        PS Hallmark was my first thought. We like those movies.

  4. God worked a few miracles and I made a similar re-location. I chuckled at the part about hard to find items in the re-doubt that are readily available in other regions. When you relocate to the redoubt here is a guide line….. “Bring it with you or do without”.


  5. Enjoyable to read and a great experience for you, but having experienced the aggressive dog behavior, I would get rid of those dogs…You might find yourself homeless if a lawsuit prevailed. It’s like having a loaded 44 magnum laying around accessible to children.

    1. Our dogs are protective, but not aggressive. There’s a difference. Our adopted adult Anatolian actually found and protected a neighbor’s 4 year old child who wandered away from home and onto our property, and our adopted “puppies” (now grown) have frustrated our 3 year old grandson to no end because they protectively “herd” him back toward the house when he gets too close to our horned cows. However, it’s always good to do risk assessments specific to your unique situation. Frankly, I’d be much more worried about someone seeing me out in the pasture hand-feeding our bull, make the mistake that he’s a “friendly pet”, and decide to take a short-cut across our securely fenced pasture. An encounter with our bull could have a very serious consequence and I guess I could end up with a lawsuit for that, too… (because people can sue for anything really). I recommend that you determine the laws in your state regarding trespassing and follow those laws to the T, and have solidly built fencing designed for the animals you wish to contain within it. That’s what we do.

  6. Liking your story, can identify with much of it including living in Rockies (northern Colorado), chickens, off the grid, and a pair (brother and sister) of Colorado Mountain Dogs (Great Pyrenees/Anatolian mix). What a pair of protection for livestock and family.

  7. Thanks for sharing this series. I really appreciate your writing, and you’re sparking many memories of our redoubt years.

    We, too, also were introduced to the real benefits of Scotch Highlander cattle there. The rancher we got ours from alerted us to the fact that several times Highlander beef carcases won the prestigious Denver Livestock show, above all Angus and every other breed competitors.

    I traded an older dump truck for 5 heifer calves, which we reared on milk from our tiny dairy goat herd (yes, they’ll totally consume all desirable woody plants along your creek!). We loved our dairy goat herd and reared sheep bums as well as the calves, but I absolutely love fresh goats milk, even though I grew up in W WA with years of fresh dairy cow milk experience.

    In a grid down, I will really miss fresh butter and milk. There just won’t be any for 98 percent of the population in grid down life. The thing I missed in Afghanistan the most was the absence of butter. Cattle in a pasture will be the first things pillaged, and largely wasted, here.

    Looking forward to the courtship episode tomorrow!

    1. I think you made a great deal trading a dump truck for 5 heifer calves!! As for milk and butter, and cattle pillaging, I agree with you. I worked in Sri Lanka with the WHO during their civil war way back in 1990. I missed milk and butter and clean hot showers very much. I was quite an idealistic young woman back then, thinking I could show up and save the world. I soon got a rude awakening and learned that “saving the world” was going to be quite a slog. Any difference I made would happen one person at a time, hour by hour…. so I worked lots and lots of hours. I often wonder if I would have been as grateful for my many blessings as I am today had I not gone through that miserable and humbling experience.

      Thank you **very much** for your service to our great country. And I wish I knew as much as you do about managing goats and sheep! That’s a skill set to be proud of!!

      1. Thanks for your kind words. I never aspired to world travel, but treasure the experience of being with the people who struggle to exist without modern technology. Observing the disease and parasite problems, seeing plowing done with an ox paired to a heifer, watching people walk down to the river to defecate (need water to rinse with when no toilet paper), and the general desperate lifestyle coupled with desire for modern stuff…..gave me a deepened insight and appreciation. God Bless your crew and keep on writing.

  8. Thank you for writing frankly and honestly about Anatolian Shepherds. Like owning a Pit Bull Terrior-a dog that has a strong physical ability and dominate personality is not for everyone! The owner needs to immediately and consistantly prevail as the pack leader, otherwise things get out of control quickly. Be honest about your capacity and competence to handle a dominating dog. If you also want house-pet dogs, ie spaniels, daschunds, laso apsos, etc: realize that you cannot have both. The smaller and gentler house-pet dog will be killed and everyone will be traumitized. Get a large dog that is more dog friendly. German Shepherd, ENGLISH Mastiffs, Great Danes, Irish Wolfhounds, etc can all be raised and trusted with smaller dogs. Do your research and talk with your vet.

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