Here at the Monkey Ranch, life runs on rhythm sunrise coffee, chores by noon, supper before the sky turns gold. It’s not just a schedule,
Out here at the Monkey Ranch, there’s a special kind of peace that comes from fixing what’s broken. Whether it’s a squeaky porch swing or
There are two kinds of tales folks like to tell around here. The first kind makes you look good. Strong, clever, handy. The hero of
Out here at the Monkey Ranch, we believe in handling problems the old-fashioned way with a few scraps of wood, a dash of stubbornness, and
Raccoons have a way of showing up right when everything is finally in order. You’ve secured the chicken coop, stored the feed, maybe even planted new rows in the garden. And then, under the cover of night, they arrive raiding the bins, harassing the hens, and turning compost piles into playgrounds.
What started as a repair job turned into one of the most satisfying homemade craft ideas I’ve ever taken on. It’s not just about the end result it’s about tradition, sustainability, and putting your own hands to good work.
You ever walk out to the henhouse and find your eggs gone, trash can tipped over, and muddy paw prints on the side of your home?…
Out here on the ranch, we’ve got more critters than cousins at a family reunion. From deer sneaking into the vegetable patch to raccoons throwing midnight parties in the chicken coop, it’s a wild world.
There’s something magical about living in close proximity to wildlife. Out here at the Monkey Ranch, we’re lucky enough to share the woods and riverbanks with all kinds of critters—raccoons, deer, foxes, and yes, the occasional black bear.
Well folks, it’s official. The only licensed professional I ever trusted with the twisted topography of my mind packed up his office and took a job at the liquor store. Said he needed to “be around people who are more honest about why they’re cryin’.”
