Waxed canvas, a zipper you can actually replace, and a cover that goes in a normal washing machine. Two summers on JT's porch and the seams held — which is more than the $300 one managed.
Five aisles pulled down and laid out end to end, in the order we walk them. Same prices, same plain talk about what we'd buy again — and the tag on every one tells you whether we make it, the maker ships it, or you pick it up down the road.
Waxed canvas, a zipper you can actually replace, and a cover that goes in a normal washing machine. Two summers on JT's porch and the seams held — which is more than the $300 one managed.
Fits the wire crate everybody already owns.
Six inches of air is worth ten degrees in July.
The one time we say spend the money.
Printed by us. Holds a shocking amount of hair.
+ $6 engraved
Plastic buckles get brittle in the sun and let go at the worst possible moment. Brass doesn't. We sew these, we engrave the tags in the shop, and the whole thing costs less than the boutique nylon one.
Deep-cut, so it's still readable in year three.
Softens up by the second week. Outlasts the dog.
For the dog that walks you, not the reverse.
If your street has no sidewalk, buy this one.
The $14 one is fine. It won't skate across the concrete and it won't blow off the step.
For the dog that eats a full cup in nine seconds and then regrets it.
Heavy enough to stay put, cool enough that the water isn't warm by noon.
Catches the slop, hoses off on the porch rail, and lays flat again in the sun.
The lip is the whole product. Water stays on the tray instead of under the door.
Looks like something instead of a gym mat. Shake it out on the steps.
Sold for muddy boots. Works better than anything sold for dogs. Half the price, too.
Nine ounces of waxed duck over a foam core. Hose it, stand it up, forget it. This is the $40-beats-$300 argument, built.
Cut from one strip, solid brass, stamped with your number. It will outlast the dog and probably the porch.
One piece, no seam to rust out. The handle is bent to hang on a nail, which is where it belongs.
Every hardware store sells you a full-size cattle halter and tells you it adjusts. It does not adjust down that far. This one is cut for a Highland or Dexter under 600 pounds, and the noseband sits where it should instead of over her eye.
Cotton, not poly. Poly burns your hands the one time it matters.
For a heifer calf you're still teaching to lead.
Gives when she pulls, so the fence post doesn't have to.
Four cows in, you stop being able to tell them apart. You will.
lasts two cows a season
Grass in the Southeast is short on copper and selenium and your cow can't tell you that. Put the tub out, let her decide how much she wants, and stop guessing. This is the cheapest vet bill you will ever avoid.
Freezes without cracking, and she can't step through it.
Four dollars. Not a substitute for minerals — an addition.
A round bale lasts a third longer and she doesn't sleep in it.
August in Mississippi is not a season, it's a condition.
Barbed wire tears a Highland's coat and she doesn't respect it anyway. Woven wire, one strand of hot on top, done.
Opens with one hand while the other one is holding a bucket. That's the whole review.
The South freezes about six nights a year. Those are the six nights you'll be glad.
Stiff enough for a Highland coat, soft enough she stands still for it.
For touch-ups between trims. The trims themselves, call somebody.
Not glamorous. Cuts the horn-fly load by most of it.
What you hand a kid so they've got a job while you work.
Cotton jacquard, woven not printed, so the texture is real. Lives on the back of a truck seat.
Same panel on heavy canvas over a foam slab. Cover unzips and washes.
12×12 on cotton rag, in a plain oak frame. Hangs in a mud room without trying too hard.
Speckled enamel over steel. It will chip. That's when it starts looking right.
Not field fence. Not welded wire. A rigid 16-foot panel with 4×4 openings, wired to t-posts every four feet. A Nigerian Dwarf goes through field fence like it's a suggestion and gets her head stuck in 6×6. This is the answer, it costs thirty-two dollars, and it will outlive the goat.
Buy four more than you measured for. You always do.
One strand at nose height. They test it once and remember forever.
Latch on the outside. This is not a small detail.
Lives in the truck. You will use it more than any other tool here.
pays for itself in wasted hay
Hay on the ground gets stood in, slept in, and then refused. A rack at shoulder height cuts your waste by better than half and keeps the worm load down at the same time. Mount it high enough that a kid can't climb in and get stuck, which they will otherwise try.
Loose, not a block. Goat tongues aren't built for blocks.
Keeps rain out. Wet mineral turns into a brick nobody touches.
Because a bucket on the ground is a bucket on its side.
A treat, not a feed. Good for the twenty minutes you need them busy.
Every six to eight weeks, whether you feel like it or not. The orange ones are orange so you can find them in the hay.
Expensive, and the one thing here that turns a two-person wrestling match into a ten-minute job you do alone.
Breakaway, always. A fixed collar on a climbing animal is how you lose one.
Not cedar. Cedar oil and small lungs don't get along.
Heavy enough that two people carry it. Worth every one of those pounds.
Barn fires start with an unguarded bulb and a curious goat. Buy the cage.
The cheapest real shelter there is. Check the dairy sale barn first.
The whole tooling scene wrapped on a hard shell. Turquoise on the collars is the only color on it.
Veg-tan, one goat, your initials on the back if you want them. Gets better looking as it gets worse.
Printed on rough pine and sealed for a shed wall. Hangs on a nail, which is the point.
Plastic holds the smell and the raccoons drag it off. These are heavy enough to stay on the step through a storm, they hose clean, and they cost less than the thing with a paw print molded into it.
For the weekend you're gone. Not for the whole month.
Two weeks a year it's the most important thing you own.
The bag in the corner is a mouse hotel. This isn't.
Keeps water cool on a shop floor in August.
+ $9 straw bale
Small door, small box, thick walls — a cat heats it with its own body, which is the whole trick. Pack it with straw, not hay and not a blanket. Blankets hold damp and a damp cat is a cold cat.
Bedding, not feed. One bale packs three shelters and a hen box.
Steel-wrapped cord. Only run it off a GFCI outlet — no exceptions.
Cut it in strips so a wary cat can see daylight through it.
For the one who sleeps above the workbench and supervises.
Seven dollars tells you whether you have a problem before you spend forty finding out.
Twists them out whole. Beats tweezers, beats every folk remedy you've been told.
You will never get a half-feral cat in through a front door. The lid is the point.
Sold for storage, priced like storage, works better than the covered one.
Catches litter and the dog's feet both. Shake it off the steps.
Holds twenty pounds. Ends the argument about the kitchen counter.
Tension-braced, so it doesn't walk across the room like the cheap ones.
Printed onto pine and sanded back, so the grain comes through the moon.
Speckled enamel over steel. It will chip. That's when it starts looking right.
Cotton jacquard, woven not printed. The cat will claim it within a day.
12×12 on cotton rag, plain oak frame. Hangs in a mud room without trying too hard.
The cheap one is fine. Really. Five gallons, no pump, no nipples to clog, no reservoir you can't get a brush into — and in January you set the whole thing on a $22 base heater and stop breaking ice with a hammer.
Thermostatic, so it only runs when it needs to.
Flip it, stomp the ice out, refill. Indestructible.
Turns a five-gallon bucket into clean water. Freezes solid, though.
Angled head reaches the trough ring. That ring is the whole job.
buy four
A hook-and-eye is a raccoon puzzle he solves in one night. Two motions is the rule: slide, then release the clip. Nine dollars a door is the cheapest thing on this page and the only one that ever mattered at three in the morning.
Chicken wire keeps chickens in. This keeps everything else out.
The one splurge we'll defend. It closes at dusk whether or not you're home.
Egg rolls out of reach before anybody thinks about eating it.
Flat, not round — a hen covers her own toes with her body in the cold.
Pays for itself in the feed the rats and sparrows don't get. Takes two weeks to train them.
Hang it at back height and half your scratching-it-out problem disappears.
One piece, no seam to rust out. Handle bent to hang on a nail, which is where it belongs.
If they don't free-range, they need it. It's their teeth.
Separate bowl, never mixed in. The layers take what they need.
Sand, wood ash and a little sulfur. Cheapest mite control there is.
Never cedar. The oils are hard on a bird's lungs, and it isn't close.
Flour-sack cotton, printed one side. Gets softer than it has any right to.
Your name and the date, in one press. For the dozen you hand across a fence.
12×12 on cotton rag, plain oak frame. The color is the whole reason.
Speckled enamel over steel. It will chip. That's when it starts looking right.
One shelf, one farm, and no story we made up. Tramel Farms is a real place near Oxford, Mississippi. When something comes off it, it goes here — with their photographs and their names on it.
We could fill this page in an afternoon with pictures of somebody else's barn. That is the one thing this store will not do. It stays hatched until the family sends photographs of their own, and when it lands we will say when it landed — and when it's gone, it's gone.
Where the checkout is
Everything with a price on this wall rings up at the Tramel Farms store. The things marked OURS we make in small runs. The rest is somebody else's product that we happen to trust, and we say so on the tag. Anything with a dose on the label, ask your vet — not us.