Ever since I became aware of the impact of wrong lifestyle choices in 1993, I have sought out products that are made naturally, that would not harm me, or the environment. Our house is a cedar log home (so there's no need for objectionable insulation materials — well, except for under the roof, and for that we chose to go with spray foam, which became benign after it dried a day or two after application). The walls were hand-oiled with organic hemp, linseed, and tung oil.
Our wind tower, with a cute little wind generator screwed to the top. This little generator would see us through the often windy, dim, and cloudy days of the Pacific Northwest winter that could last a week or more before the sun rears her head again.
Who hasn't fantasized about having chickens, ducks, goats, or geese? Of going every morning to the barn and harvesting fresh eggs? Getting fresh milk? Well, I had. Once we were settled on our homestead, I was ready, willing, and able to pursue that dream. But Scott and Helen Nearing's words about livestock were fresh on our minds: the reason they didn't keep animals was that animals enslave people, not the other way around. It's a responsibility: you have to feed your animals, care for them, etc... However, in our reclusive isolated lives, we wanted companionship in the form of animals, wild or "domesticated."
