Coombs Hill Farm

07/28/2025

The cows may not be here anymore but the wild ride continues.

Check out Eric Herzig’s post.

03/12/2024

There’s still plenty of first cut dry hay both wrapped in plastic for outside storage or unwrapped and stored in the barn. If anyone is still looking for late season feed to get you through till your critters go on pasture pm Eric Herzig or Karen Herzig

04/29/2022

For all our farming friends in the area it’s not too late to interseed hay fields or pastures to get a jump on feed for the year when inputs are through the roof and so won’t feed prices. Also keep us in mind if you’re looking to do cereal grains for the summer as an alternative to expensive corn silage.

We will also be doing custom work as well.
Manure spreading
Hay production
Wrapping round bales
Brush mowing and pasture maintenance.

12/25/2021

Time for the next generations to have their own farm sign. Christmas 2021.

11/14/2021

Well I guess it’s time to officially introduce our newest family member and of the 11th generation born on this hill. Brody Christopher- born October 9 at 10:51pm. He stole our hearts immediately ❤️❤️❤️❤️.

10/15/2021

And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker"

-- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board"

-- so God made a Farmer.

"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild; somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies, then tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it"

-- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn c**t, and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps; who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, and then pain’n from tractor back, put in another seventy-two hours"

-- so God made a Farmer.

God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds, and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place

-- so God made a Farmer.

God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark."

It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners; somebody to seed, w**d, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church; somebody who would bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says that he wants to spend his life "doing what dad does"

-- so God made a Farmer.

And with that the herd grows bigger and another member of the 11th generation joins the family. Welcome to the chaos Brody!!!!!