Monthly Archives: September 2012



IF  (and we do mean IF) it becomes necessary to delay because of rain,  

our RAIN DATE will be


Check here after 7:00 AM on the festival day if there is any doubt.

Hooray!  Festival Day is almost here!

We’re busily preparing to welcome you, and what will you find when you arrive? Cheerful farmers and our friends just waiting to share with you the beauty and delights of the farm and the happy, adventuresome possibilities that our non-profit, Omnia Humanitas, encourages in us all.

 TOURS … There will be tours of the fields, greenhouse, goat paddock, and “Chickentopia”. You can feed the goats ivy and carrot peelings, and grapes and grass to the chickens.

DISPLAYS … There will be a display of the “tools of our trade”, a presentation about drip irrigation, a slide show about the history of and differences between organic and sustainable agriculture, and a plowing demonstration.

DEMONSTRATIONS … There will also be demonstrations of beekeeping, drop spindle spinning, tatting, primitive forge work, and bow lathe wood-turning.

 FOR THE CHILDREN … The children can enjoy games from the olden days, have their faces painted, watch a retelling of The Three Billy Goats Gruff, and find their way along what one of our little friends calls, “The Secret Path” (It’s really a tiny bit of deer path we like to traverse!)

SILENT AUCTION & RAFFLE … We’ll show you our plans for the future and listen to your suggestions as well, because, after all, we want you to think of this as your farm too. To bring our future plans to life and to help support your farm and our work, we’ll have a silent auction and raffle.

 MAPS & SCHEDULES …  A map of the farm and a schedule of events will be provided at the information table at the barn. Tours and demonstrations will be scheduled throughout the day and repeated either once or twice. The children’s activities will be available throughout the day. The silent auction and raffle winners will be announced at 6:00 PM, and you do not need to be present to win.

Come to the farm on  Saturday, 29 September 2012,  between 10:00 AM and dusk.  We’re so looking forward to your visit, introducing ourselves, and getting to know you.  Welcome to the Kranz Hill Farm!

Fall Festival at the Kranz Hill Farm


In celebration of our new goats! 


Goat Dance

   On farms around the world, the rising sun sets the cocks to crowing and the setting sun brings the cows home to be milked. On our farm, shortly after sunrise, I call “Hello, Fellows!”, lift the latch on the chicken coop door, and step back as our chickens stream past me, knowing I’ve laid out some tasty treat for them in the enclosure above. “Cowboy”, our rooster, chuck-chucks and burbles to call the ladies to the feast while I replenish their water and feed, and collect the eggs, some still warm.


          Goat song fills the air. They’ve heard me arrive – the clank of buckets and crunching gravel beneath my boots giving me away. They wait for me clustered under the maple tree, chewing their cud, and calling “Meh! Meh!” in their goaty voices. “Meh! Meh!” I say in return.

         I hang bundles of ivy, Russian olive, multiflora, or grape vine along the fence for them to browse while I fill their buckets with grain – a little grain – less than their greedy tummies would like, but as much as their tummies should have. They follow me as I carry their grain into the barn: Wooly Bear first, to be led alone into the aisle at the far end of the barn where she can eat in peace in her calm and unhurried way. The goaty gluttons, Spartacus, Orkan, and Alba, stand close by the gate through which Wooly Bear and I have passed -, waiting for theirs, so impatiently, so stealthily, not a “Meh” to be heard, while I pet Wooly Bear and praise her for her delicate and distinctly ungoatlike manners.

          I pick up the goaty gluttons’ buckets, slip through the gate, step over the jamb, and suddenly, they erupt in goat dance! They swirl about me, a giddy goat gyre. I step, and they leap, over the barrier between byre and hay mow, they, swirling closer and closer to my knees as I cross the barn floor, I, the eye of the storm of goat dance! They can hardly contain themselves, but they let me fill the trough, and with the buckets in place, peace reigns, and I pause in the stillness to listen to the munching of grain and the swallows’ knife wings beating the air above me.