Marigold’s Place

Marigold’s Place Home of Marigold 🐮, Violet 🐑 and the whole farm collab!. If you love jerseys, highlands, one entitled sheep, chickens, and honeybees this page is for you.

Official Statement from the Marigold’s Place Roofing Inspection Committee 📝After several days of careful observation, re...
08/29/2026

Official Statement from the Marigold’s Place Roofing Inspection Committee 📝

After several days of careful observation, repeated unauthorized inspections of ladders, questionable interest in toolboxes, and a great deal of supervising from the front AND back yard, we are pleased to announce that the new roof and gutters have received the animals’ full approval. 🐑🐓🐶🐮🐈

There were concerns at first. 🧐

There were strangers.
There were noises.
There were things being carried overhead.
There were, frankly, disruptions to the morning corn schedule.

The chickens 🐓 handled most of the active supervision, of course, while Violet 🐑preferred to observe from a respectful distance with the expression of someone who had not personally authorized any of this.

After several days of review, she issued a brief statement:

“It will do.”

Which, from Violet, is essentially a five-star review. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Marigold 🐮 remained completely uninterested in the entire operation, apparently confident that roofs, gutters, insurance claims, and construction crews are all matters for humans and therefore none of her concern.

Jasper, 🐮 on the other hand, is now considering a career in roofing. After studying the ladders very carefully and making more than one attempt to determine how one might get up there, he has concluded that climbing onto the roof looks like tremendous fun and is currently accepting apprenticeship opportunities.

He has no experience, no references, and absolutely no business being on a ladder. 🪜

The crew from Undercover Roofing and Exteriors quickly proved themselves worthy. They were kind, hardworking, patient with the feathered management team, and somehow managed to completely transform the house while being watched very closely by no less than seventeen tiny building inspectors with no actual qualifications — plus one sheep with extremely high standards, one disinterested cow, and one calf who may now be a workplace liability.

Jesse Dobson handled everything from start to finish, even filing the claim, which left the homeowner (me)with the very difficult responsibilities of choosing colors, admiring the progress, and occasionally saying, “Oh my gosh, that looks SO good.”

The final verdict?

Roof: approved.
Gutters: approved.
Crew: approved.
Violet: withholding enthusiasm, but secretly pleased.
Marigold: did not notice.
Jasper: would like a hard hat and access to the ladder.
Corn distribution during construction: could have been better.

On behalf of all of us here at Marigold’s Place, thank you to Jesse, Tommy, Steven, the roofing crew, and the gutter crew for making our little corner of the world look so beautiful.

The humans are thrilled.
The chickens are impressed.
Violet would like everyone to calm down about it.
Marigold has gone back to eating.
And Jasper is still looking for that ladder. 🐔🐑🐄❤️

08/28/2026

I don’t normally do videos but I decided to film our morning expedition to check on sweet Matilda. Plus you get to see something besides my front porch for once ☺️

Morning at Marigold’s Place — August 28, 2026Another perfectly ordinary , yet slightly ridiculous start to our day.Matil...
08/28/2026

Morning at Marigold’s Place — August 28, 2026

Another perfectly ordinary , yet slightly ridiculous start to our day.

Matilda, my last Blue Copper Maran girl, has been keeping mostly to herself. I raised her with three siblings, and one by one I lost the others—the last, we believe, to the coyote that still lurks around the edges of our woods. It has been several days now, and Matilda seems to feel the absence. She wanders alone. She is timid with the other chickens and equally uncertain about me, although we are working on that.

So every morning she receives her own bowl of corn.

Far too much corn, naturally.

She never finishes it, but that isn’t really the point. The point is that Matilda knows there is a place where breakfast appears just for her and where somebody is keeping an eye out.

She has therefore moved rather high on my morning head-count list. Soot is first. Matilda is second.

Elsewhere, the Sapphire Gems are carrying on beautifully. I have four of them, and collectively they are known as the Fluffy Butts. There is no practical need to distinguish among them—except, apparently, for Linda.

Linda is the rogue Fluffy Butt who comes to the porch.

Why is she Linda?

No idea.

Down at the barn, Jasper was tucked behind Marigold this morning, peering around her side with the unmistakable expression of a little boy hiding behind his mother’s skirt after being accused of something. In reality, I think he’d simply been having breakfast. Violet stood nearby looking thoroughly unimpressed by the entire situation, while Jasper’s beautiful little face suggested that whatever had happened, he would like counsel present before answering questions.

And then there are the porch chickens.

These are chickens who had already been fed.

Nevertheless, after making the considerable journey from the back to the front of the house, they assembled on the porch and presented themselves as though no food had passed their beaks in days. Their commitment to the performance was admirable, so naturally I gave them more corn.

But breakfast number two came with a meeting.

I explained to the assembled feathered community that we are going to have to do better about Matilda. She needs company. She needs protection. And she needs to be brought into the fold by somebody with feathers, because as much as I am working on becoming her friend, I am unfortunately not a chicken.

Whether any of them intends to act upon this morning’s directive remains to be seen.

For now, Matilda has wandered out of the backyard again. So I am going to take my coffee and walk the property until I put eyes on her.

Because that’s what mornings are here: coffee in one hand, corn in the other, counting heads, negotiating chicken diplomacy, watching for coyotes, and making sure nobody—especially one lonely little Blue Copper Marans—is forgotten.

And somewhere behind his mother’s skirt, Jasper is almost certainly up to something. ❤️

…. AND the gutter crew arrives today. We will see how well they are received by my construction foreman BabySoot.

Yesterday, the last hammer finally went quiet at Marigold’s Place.At lunchtime, I delivered the roofing crew a batch of ...
08/26/2026

Yesterday, the last hammer finally went quiet at Marigold’s Place.

At lunchtime, I delivered the roofing crew a batch of my still warm “nearly famous” homemade chocolate chip cookies, and by the end of the day, it was time for goodbyes.

One of the guys has spent the week teasing me that my best rooster , Baby Soot , looked “tasty.” I’ve repeatedly informed him that Baby Soot is most certainly not on the menu—and warned him I’d be checking his van before he left. 😂

As if he knew, Baby Soot wandered over yesterday afternoon to personally see him off. I checked the van. The rooster was accounted for. And my favorite rooster-hungry roofer went home with a dozen fresh eggs instead. 🐓🥚

Funny how a roofing crew can arrive as strangers and leave feeling a little bit like part of the story here.

The new roof is finished, the place is quiet again…and I think I’m actually going to miss those guys. ❤️

Now, we ready ourselves to meet the “gutter crew” in the next few weeks.

08/22/2026

The roofers are off for the weekend—and the chickens were ready for their porch time.

I was back in my chair, coffee in hand, and everyone lined up to fill me in on all the farmyard gossip.

August 20, 2026The Roof PeopleIt’s day three of the new roof at Marigold’s Place, and somehow we’ve all settled into a r...
08/20/2026

August 20, 2026

The Roof People

It’s day three of the new roof at Marigold’s Place, and somehow we’ve all settled into a rhythm.

The crew arrives around eight each morning and stays until seven or eight at night. The chickens, who spent the first day utterly convinced the sky was falling, are slowly adjusting to all these strangers invading their property. The dogs have stopped barking at every bang overhead and now mostly watch from the windows, along with one curious orange cat.

And I have my coffee on the porch.

The crew has even set up a microwave on the front porch to heat their lunches. I noticed some of them eating out under the trees, so I told them to please use the porch whenever they’d like. It’s been terribly hot, and there’s plenty of shade there. I put out a big fan for them too, should they want it.

They’re mindful of me, reminding me to watch myself when I’m outside in case something comes off the roof. With more than 4,500 square feet of roofing going up, our only casualty so far has been one wind chime taken out by a rogue piece of tin. I’d say we’re doing pretty well.

For someone who treasures her privacy and generally prefers being left alone, I’ve discovered something unexpected: I rather like having them here.

There’s something comforting about the steady sound of people working around the place while life continues underneath them.

And let’s not forget the audience watching from the back pasture: Jasper is desperately trying to figure out how one gets onto the roof, (ie him), Marigold is certain someone is going to fall off of it, and Violet is silently judging the entire operation because, clearly, she would have done it differently.

I’m not saying I’ll miss them when they leave.

But I’m not saying I won’t, either.

Besides, the gutter crew is coming next. ☕️

August 15, 2026When the Woods Went WatchfulSomething changed in the Wood yesterday evening.The chickens told us first.Th...
08/15/2026

August 15, 2026

When the Woods Went Watchful

Something changed in the Wood yesterday evening.

The chickens told us first.

They began carrying on in that particular way they do when something isn’t right. My husband stepped outside to see what all the commotion was about.

And there it was.

A coyote.

Although calling this animal simply a coyote hardly seems adequate. It was enormous—larger even than our very large Golden Retriever, almost wolf-like. Healthy, well fed.

By this morning, its presence can still be felt even though it cannot be seen.

Everyone is watchful.
Yes, even Jasper had his eye tuned on him last evening. Sean pursued but he/she was faster.

The chickens are uneasy. Heads come up more quickly. One hen is missing. So is one of the cats, although I have convinced myself she is somewhere high in a tree, sensibly waiting for the world below to become safe again.

There is something remarkable about how quickly peace can change on a farm.

Yesterday, this same patch of earth was simply home—the chickens wandering, cats slipping through the grass, the dogs keeping their casual watch.

Today, everyone knows something else is here.

There is an invisible language among animals, and this morning the entire Wood seems to be speaking it:

Be careful. Stay close. Watch the edges.

So today, we will too.

Marigold’s Place is still beautiful this morning.

It simply isn’t quite as carefree.

For today we are all on watch.

Until tomorrow, if the Good Lord is willing and the creek don’t rise…

Woke up this morning a bull.Going to bed tonight a steer. 😬Poor Jasper got more than his feelings hurt during his visit ...
08/10/2026

Woke up this morning a bull.
Going to bed tonight a steer. 😬

Poor Jasper got more than his feelings hurt during his visit with Dr. Kelly and Tami from Ridge & River Vet Services today.

Thankfully, Dr. Kelly made sure to dose him up good with pain meds for today and the next three days. (That’s the pic you see NOT the other end)

But y’all… OUCH is really all I have to say there lil’ fella. 😩😂

Farm life ain’t always sunshine and fresh milk. 🤎

ALBUM.  Perch & Circumstance ARTIST.   The Bare Necks (They looked like an alternative rock band from the 80’s so I coul...
08/08/2026

ALBUM. Perch & Circumstance

ARTIST. The Bare Necks

(They looked like an alternative rock band from the 80’s so I couldn’t resist)

Not every day here is an easy one.This sweet girl was standing behind Jasper, our growing Jersey bull, when he stepped b...
08/07/2026

Not every day here is an easy one.

This sweet girl was standing behind Jasper, our growing Jersey bull, when he stepped backward and accidentally caught her leg under his back foot.
It was a clean break midway down the bone.

Fortunately, we happened to have some cove trim nearby from a project we were working on at that very minute. As lucky (and odd) as it sounds, her leg fit perfectly into the groove, so we cut a custom piece, secured it in place, and moved her into the basement garage… our unofficial chicken hospital. 🏥

Now comes the hard part: quiet, rest, good food, and a little faith. We’ll keep a close eye on her and let nature do what it does best.

Accidents happen around large livestock, even in well-managed herds. No matter how attentive we are, animals don’t always know where everyone else is standing. Sometimes all we can do is respond quickly, use what we have on hand, and give them the very best chance to heal. So let’s send “Peg-leg Petunia” your best get well wishes.

Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, we’ll be introducing her back to the flock before long. 🤍🐓

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