The Homestead

The Original Chicken Coop.

Herbert the rooster came with the house – the story is that the original owner kept quite a roosters and was selling them, giving them away and butchering them in the wind down to moving out of the home he built 30 years ago and Herbie was the last rooster left. Young and full of …

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Fence Things First.

We’ve got two dogs – a geriatric cattle x kelpie and a not-so-young rotty – and they’ve know wooden fenced, tightly-packed backyards their whole lives. They’ve always been inside dogs, chilling on the couch with us and sleeping on our bed, but they’ve never seen kangaroos, or horses or really been able to see neighbouring …

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Welcome to the Homestead.

We grew up in suburbia. 600-700m2 blocks, standard brick/weatherboard homes, single bathroom with a small backyard and a hillshoist. But for as long as I can remember, I romanticised the idea of a farm; a garden, chickens, sheep – maybe a cow? Land and a cottage farmhouse. As a “millennial” these ideas seemed so far-fetched …

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