Restless Knoll LLC

07/12/2026

Life never ceases to amaze me… yesterday I was lucky enough to ship a load of 2 yr ewes across the country!!!

Never in my widest dreams did I think my homegrown ewes would be shipped to CALIFORNIA! The sheep world is truly amazing… And with the help of my parents, Cheryl Root Houser & Lyle Houser, and my amazing fiancé, Tyler Mullins, I was able to move 14 ewes to the second leg of transport in Indianapolis yesterday!

I am so blessed and excited for the next step in these girls life! Thank you to everyone involved in this sale 💜

07/06/2026

SOLD: There are currently 14 head of 2 year old ewes that are ready to breed for sale! They are nice stock, just trying to downsize to a more manageable headcount. They are located in Augusta County and can be previewed by appointment. DM for details

07/06/2026

Yesterday marked the first day of a new adventure on the farm, it was the beginning of goat breeding season.

Yes, that is correct, goat kids will begin arriving the first of December!!!

02/13/2026

Thankful to be a farm kid 💜

❤️ So God Made a Farm Kid
On the eighth day,
after the sky was stretched wide
and the dirt was packed firm beneath steady hands,
God looked down at the open fields and said,

“I need someone
who won’t be afraid of hard.”

So God made a farm kid.

He needed someone
who would wake before the sun
without being asked twice,
who knew that frost on the ground
wasn’t an excuse
but a warning to move faster.

So God made a farm kid.

He needed someone
small enough to fit between fence posts, brave enough to step into a pen
with something twice their size,
and soft enough
to whisper to a nervous calf
like it was their own.

So God made a farm kid.

Someone who would learn
that chores come before comfort,
that animals eat before you do,
that weather does not care about your plans.

Someone who understands
that work is not punishment.
It’s privilege.

So God made a farm kid.

He needed a child
who would grow up knowing
that life and loss
live in the same pasture.
Who would bottle feed the weak one,
bury the broken one,
and still show up tomorrow.

So God made a farm kid.

Someone who could drive a tractor
before they could drive a car.
Who smells like hay and diesel.
Who carries grain buckets
like other kids carry backpacks.

Someone who learns early
that money doesn’t grow on trees
but responsibility does.

So God made a farm kid.

He needed someone
who finds peace in fence lines,
who measures seasons by calving and harvest, who knows the sound of rain in a tin roof is better than any lullaby.

Someone who will leave sometimes,
chase a dream,
try a different life...
but always feel their heart
pull back toward the barn.

So God made a farm kid.

Not because it would be easy.
Not because it would be glamorous.

But because the world will always need
steady hands,
strong backs,
soft hearts,
and people who understand
that freedom tastes better
when you’ve worked for it.

So God made a farm kid.

And somewhere in a barn aisle,
under dust floating through morning light, stands that kid...
older now, maybe tired,
but still grateful...

Because being raised by land and livestock, doesn’t just build character.

It builds legacy.

❤️ Michelle K | Diamond K Livestock Co.

01/22/2026

💜

As we prepare for the freeze, everything feels a little heavier.

Not because it’s cold…but because so much depends on us. The animals. The water lines. The shelters we built with our own hands and our own hope. You walk the property slower, checking things twice, already knowing you’ll check them again before bed.

There’s a quiet worry that settles in your chest as the light fades. The kind you don’t talk about because only other farmers and homesteaders understand it. The kind that follows you inside, even when the house is warm and everyone else is asleep.

You lay there thinking about straw, wind, heaters, and tomorrow morning’s headcount. Loving this life means carrying that weight without complaint. It means responsibility doesn’t stop when the sun goes down.

And when morning comes, you step into the cold with your breath hanging in the air, listening before you look. Relief arrives in small moments…movement, sound, life.

As we prepare for the freeze, we do what we always do.
We worry. We prepare. We pray.
And we show up anyway