Foraging
Racing the ink: gathering shaggy manes
They come up overnight after the first cold rain and dissolve into black ink within a day. Here’s how we catch them at the right hour.
October 14, 2025
A family homestead in North Idaho — a living record of the animals we raise, the wild plants we forage, and the old remedies we still make by hand.
We're not a market farm. Our Little Homestead is home — ten wooded acres outside Sagle where our family raises a handful of animals, learns the wild edges of North Idaho, and writes down what works so it isn't lost.
Everything here is shared in the spirit of the old homesteads. Pull up a chair, stay a while, and take whatever's useful home with you.
cattle, hogs, sheep & fowl
mushrooms, herbs & medicine
First summer in the pasture
What we gather, how we know it, and the cautions we never skip. A few of the wild edibles and medicinals the timber gives up each year.
Found tucked against rotting logs in the timber. Beautiful, branching, and worth knowing your lookalikes before the skillet.
Spring's most-prized find. Morels push up in old burn sites, cottonwood bottoms, and aging apple stands
Ghostly white, no chlorophyll at all. A respected nervine we tincture in small batches and use sparingly — never wasteful.
Everything we make starts within walking distance of the kitchen door — wild salads, fire-cider, salves, and slow-steeped teas. We share the recipes and the cautions side by side, the way they were meant to be passed down.
Every creature here has a name and a story. These are just a few — the full galleries hold them all, from the first spring lambs to the ones who've moved on.
Deer drift through at dusk, the creek freezes and thaws, and every season teaches its own lessons. We pass along the hard-won ones — how to keep a flock through a Panhandle winter, which plants to never touch, and the small tricks that make homestead life lighter.
New videos from our channel — births in the barn, foraging walks, and honest how-to's from the land. Subscribe and ride along through a year at Our Little Homestead.
They come up overnight after the first cold rain and dissolve into black ink within a day. Here’s how we catch them at the right hour.
A small, respectful harvest and a simple folk-method tincture. What it’s for, the cautions we honor, and how long it steeps.
First lamb of the season arrived in a snow squall. The kit we reach for, the signs we watch, and why we never rush the ewe.