Red Truck Farm

06/06/2026

Now you see me. Now you don’t. I fear the Snake People have called a fatwa on me for yesterday’s slaughter. Maybe I should stay in the house today. There’s more to this farmin’ than meets the eye.

06/05/2026

Not today Satan. Just not today!

Live and let live, tend and befriend, you be you - all that blither caught the last train out with Aunty Estrogen. Good riddance! No amount of HRT can dull my scythe.

I tired of doing the right thing. I’m tired of being kind. Predators, parasites, vampires, and serpents of all persuasions are on notice. This chubby, innocuous, little old beige FarmHer will feed you to the pigs.

Let’s go have a beer Summer.

06/04/2026

I got fleeced this week. Had the wool pulled over my eyes. And ewe are right to think it was this girl. Summer. Summy. Sumbug. She’s one of my original three sheep. And the last remaining. She’s….odd. Maybe it was her raising. She was a tiny triplet. No bigger than a small house cat. She came as a bottle baby. Maybe she didn’t get enough oxygen at birth. And maybe she’s just dreamy. But she lived in the house for weeks, too tiny and too vague to live with the other two lambs. Then it was too late to bond with the other lambs. Or dogs. Or ducks. She’s never been all that bonded to me either. She just marches to her own bongo beat. All the other ewes faithfully produce twins and triplets every single year. Summer would casually drop a lamb at my doorstep ever two or three years. She was an indifferent mother at best. She never grew into the matriarch position I was holding open for her. She would never leave the yard. If I did succeed in coaxing her out to pasture she just stood out there alone, yelling at me. So she was reassigned to a new position. Aide de camp to GOAT. Two old, quirky souls living their last days in my yard. But old quirky animals don’t leave the world any easier than old quirky FarmHers. I had to put GOAT down. I just didn’t have it in me to put dear, demented Summer down. So I decided to pay the exorbitant processing fee for this scrawny little ewe. I would never sell that meat. But the dogs and I would eat the meat. And cry. So the day comes. Hot, dusty, fly ridden, sad, stoic. It’s hard emotional work to separate out and weigh the beautiful sheep heading to the butcher’s kill floor. That one had been my friend and foe for 12 years did not make it easier. Then Summer obligingly hopped on the scale and I was appalled. Disbelieving. I knew she was thin but the scale showed she was emaciated under all that fluff. 76 pounds. Heartbreaking. So I didn’t send her. Processing costs almost $200 a sheep. And at that weight she’s almost dead already. So Summer stayed and a beautiful 125 pound ewe took her place on the trailer. And these are the matters that trouble my mind friend. How did I let an animal in my care get so thin? Should I shoot her or let her die slow? This weight rides my shoulders all day. And then I realize….. I’ve been had. Horn swoggled. Hood winked. I ran Summer back across the scale. Two times. Three times. Four times. And each time my vague, ethereal, possibly demented sheep friend casually slipped a back hoof off the scale. Summer is not at death’s door. At 126 pounds and a full flat of petunias she is happily napping napping on my porch. Even with the big brain and the opposable thumbs I’m no match for this life. Summers can last forever in Oklahoma ewe know.👩‍🌾

06/02/2026

RESERVE NOW. Whole and half-lamb shares available this week. Pasture raised. Clean, mild flavor. None of the gamey flavors of grain finishing. Cut to your specifications. PM to reserve.

05/28/2026

Adrenaline does not improve meat quality. So this spring’s graduating class is learning to navigate tight spaces and loud noises before the big day. But green grass and full ponds do improve meat quality. I’m so thankful they got to enjoy some cool, rainy weather and a taste of sweet green.

05/27/2026

Red sky at morning. Sailors take warning…

05/23/2026

No shirt? No shoes? No problem! Take control of your time, your money, and your health. Eat at home friends.👩‍🌾

05/22/2026

Thought I’d run to town between showers. (Que the Gilligan’s Island theme song.) The infamous 2 hour trip. When I turn onto my dirt road there’s flowing water across in 5 places. Waded the last mile home. Thank goodness life in Alaska taught me how to do glacial stream crossings! 7.25” in less than 3 hours. The ponds are full and the spillways flowing. I left home in a serious drought. I came back to the movie set of Waterworld. Alas, Kevin Coster was not there to piggyback me across the last 2 creeks. Nor did Tom Petty sing me home. Time to petition for a change! Oklahoma is NOT OK. Oklahoma is EXTREME!

05/20/2026

If you’re not familiar with the Kerr Center, give them a google. Great information for small farms, homesteaders, and busy backyards. And if Swiss chard isn’t on your grocery list, give it a try. Like spinach and kale, it’s a nutritional powerhouse. Easy to hide in pasta, quiche, meatloaf, and salad. Have a safe Memorial Day weekend friends.

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05/17/2026

Welcome to our new followers! And a massive shoutout to whoever shared my drought post. Thank you!

Third generation farm steward here. Wildlife biologist and life-long land steward by trade. Retired to the family farm. Trying to strike the balance between caring for the land and serving people. Raising as much grass-fed longhorn beef and grass-fed lamb as this unpredictable semi-arid climate can support and sustain. Raising it for you. For families. Not for the sale barn and stockyard.

Thanks for following our page. Thanks for buying our healthy, delicious meats. Thanks for supporting small farms and local food. It matters. You matter.👩‍🌾