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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, it’s a way of being. Living off your own land isn’t about survival anymore; it’s about returning to something real honest work, simple pleasures, and the quiet joy of knowing that what you have, you’ve made yourself. Self-sufficient living ain’t fancy, but it sure is fulfilling. It’s the kind of life where you grow your

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 a wobbly kitchen chair, there’s something sacred about taking the time to mend it yourself. You see, furniture from back in the day wasn’t just “put together.” It was built. With patience, precision, and pride. And when those pieces start to fall apart, they don’t belong in the landfill—they belong in your workshop, under your

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 your own backyard legend. The second kind? Well, that one gets told for years because you look like a fool, and everybody enjoys the rerun. This one’s the second kind. So go ahead, pour some sweet tea and settle in. This is the tale of a rabbit. A sneaky, sharp-eared, garden-wrecking rascal who strutted into

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 a whole lotta heart. So when I spotted one too many half-chewed collards and suspicious paw prints around the garden, I knew I had two choices: keep whining… or build a wooden rabbit trap like Grandpa used to. If you’re tired of rabbits treating your backyard like their personal salad bar, I’ll show you exactly

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.