Ginnee and Phil Hancock have a mountain with 20+ waterfalls and several rivers located South of Turrialba, Costa Rica. Our sustainable permaculture project in paradise is growing. We look forward to sharing our adventures with you.
This beautiful eagle let us get very close before taking flight. My daughter Christine captured her photo as she took off from a fence post on our farm. Amazing wing spread with the sun shining on her.
This Owl was caught in a fence, my worker Maira found him this morning and came for cutting tools. She cut him out and brought him to us to rmove the wire from his wing. Marcos is holding him, and now Felipe and Marcos are on their way to the vet for treatment.
We grow organic bananas and plantains. Lots of different varieties, and hundreds of them. We eat them every way imaginable, and then some. The farms animals and dogs also love them. Horses eat them peel and all. I love hot ripe banana soup with curry, sopa de banano.
Farm life is routine, you have the I got to get it done everyday stuff, cows fed, wash washed, mid-morning breakfast (I don’t make an early breakfast), and your always trying to beat the rainforest rain. Yesterday I was picking lettuce and when I looked up there was our young male stallion, Macho, loose and in the veggie garden. NOOOOOOO. Macho might be young, but he is big, fast and powerful, Dad was a Spanish Pasafino. He was not interested in hearing from me, he was looking for good eats. I drove him with waving arms into the backyard and out of the garden and while the farm manager’s wife stood guard with her broom I went and got my quad for the round-up. Macho left the back yard and went two pastures down to where my husband was working on his backhoe….newly planted pasture grass, also a no no. I raced down on my quad and found Marcos our farm manager, picked him up and on the return trip as I turned a corner heading across a stream named Brava, here was Macho coming at us all wild eyed. Marcos jumped off the quad and ran back to open up the first gate, while I got out of Machos way. We directed him into his new location of the day. I would never have a stallion again, if given the choice. Macho’s only thoughts are eating and sex, sex and eating. I drove Marcos back to work, and I went back to fetch my bowl of lettuce and greens.
This is one of our organic pumpkins. I make pumpkin soup, pumpkin bread, and prepare it like a sweet potato. My dogs love it raw, blended with water and poured over their dinner. We call that pumpkin gravy.