Residents of the Farm

Georgie has been imported from the isle across the pond, home of her late HRH Granny Elizabeth. She came to Canada with the expectation of a 'fab holiday', but was instead entrapped in the chaotic splendor of Salt Spring Island. She now channels her years of corporate experience into ensuring a fruitful bounty of produce on the farm. Due to necessity of the property lacking any real structure and leadership, she has also adopted roles of 'Chief of Cows', 'Chief of Take Your Medicine', and 'Chief of Running About and Being the Only Damn Person who Knows what's Going on Around Here'. We love you, Georgie!

Lucy has been stomping around the Old Schoolhouse Farm since she was 3 years old. Just as bossy and vivacious as she was then, her daily specialties now consist of running toward whoever is shouting "HELLPP" the loudest, muscling through whatever problem is best solved with the mind, and making sure everyone has an especially delicious cup of tea when they need it most.

Her hobbies include collecting far too many animals, and creating fences for them afterwards.

Alexei has spent all of his 6 months on this earth at the Old Schoolhouse Farm. He oversees all daily operations from the farm... well, only about as long as he can stay awake for. He takes pride in ensuring the quality of the farms products stay at the highest standard. Believe me, we all get an ear full when he finds anything lacking. He ensures all insubordination is met with strict disciplinary action. Recently, his punishment of choice is a ferocious chomp with his newest two bottom teeth.  His hobbies include grunting in pleasure with each new and interesting taste produced from the farm, and riding in wheelbarrows because his perambulator does not have all-terrain wheels.

Winston the Wolfhound arrived on the farm as a puppy back in June 2020. He grew up with the exposure of daily manic mayhem and foolhardy adventures between resident animals and humans alike. Winston has channeled his intellectual angst from being surrounded by "lesser mortals'"  into a career in writing. His works primarily focus on describing all the tall tales and exciting episodes taking place on the farm. He has a children's book currently in its 1st run with international publishers. 

Stay tuned for it's July 2024 debut.

Pluto's has humble beginnings, being born in a shanty-town commune in an undisclosed forest on Salt Spring Island. Lucy found him in a basket of 'puppies for sale' in Centennial Park whilst waiting to pick up her lunch. He has since merged into the family flawlessly, teasing chickens and his big brother, Winston. Pluto is our biggest cheerleader and loudest critic (especially when we ask him nicely to be a 'good boy').

Purebred Belgium Malinois, K9 Chaos is our newest family member, and enjoys his job tremendously. His hobbies include playing fetch, and patrolling the perimeter. K9 Chaos plans to compete this summer in PSA (Protection Sports) to sharpen his skills. When he is not doing his job, he seeks out boops-on-the-snoot and belly rubs from the farm's work-stay helpers. His best friends are the kune-kune pigs, and especially the expecting sows. He dares anyone who tries to mess with their piglets. 

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K9 Chaos is available for Stud Hire... he asked me to tell you.

Endovelicus comes from a long line of aristocratic, spanish horses. His ancestors rank amongst the list of most notable historical steeds. Amongst them, Alexander the Great's obsidian black mount, and the horse which Napoleon Bonaparte rode which elevated his stature to around eye-level. Casually known around the farm as Endo, it should be noted that he considers himself a 'Looking-Horse' and not a 'Riding Horse'. However, we do ride him, much to his dismay. You can often catch him waltzing around town when his mum, Lucy, is feeling particularly adventurous... or has run out of gas and really needs to pick up bread. 

Tilly came to the farm under the udder of her (adopted) Holstein  heifer mother, Daisy. Since her arrival, she is the open ears and soft touch to internal conflicts amongst the farm. All complaints get reported to her, to which she replies with an air-raid-esque siren until the plaintiff evacuates the area.  Tilly is currently organizing a strike amongst the farm, to protest her separation from the 'milk-bar'. So far she has gathered the geese in her plight, who have vested interest in mobbing upper management at any opportunity. 

These two tiddly pigglie-winks oversee our operations of resource distribution and waste management. They can often be found snuffing about outside the barn ("no grain goes unwanted" is their branch's slogan), and sometimes even inside the barn, where they distribute the feed bags accordingly, then fall asleep atop them for a nap. 

Their jobs give them special privilege to supersede any executive order or establishment of containment... or so we have been told.