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Yesterday was a very long day. The day before that was a very long day. Today was also a very long day.
Tuesday, Abigail woke up at like, 4:30 in the freaking morning. As a result, I overslept because Monday night, um, well let's just say I had already been up late *winkwinknudgenudge*. Then, I did about a million loads of laundry and visited with Holly all day. She brought all three of her boys and the kids had a lot of fun. Then dh had to go to work which left me to do the chores, blah blah blah. Amanda and I worked out a deal for doing laundry (she doesn't have enough water in her well to use her washer). It was just a long day, but a good one! I then stayed up waaaaaay too late waiting for dh to get home (he didn't come home until midnight) but because of um...the up-latedness of the night before, I *was* waiting up for him (and I dont' regret doing so ;p). But I didn't get to sleep until one am and was up at the ass crack of dawn yesterday. I had to of course, take care of my cows and set up the parlor for Jim. No biggie. Then I had to take Morgan with me to her school to take care of registration, meet her teacher and let her get a good look at the place. I was pretty pleased with her teacher (I mean, at first glance). She was very nice and assured me that the school was required by law to make sure that she be offered a gluten free lunch. I was pretty surprised at that! I will have to see how good they can be about it. Morgan did her little interview very well. At first, she was very nervous and told me she was NOT going. I told her "Then nobody will get to see you in your pretty dress and see how nice you look with your hair like that." She said, "I know what I need to do. I'm going to go! It's not scary!" She's so cute . She was very shy, at first and wouldn't answer the teachers color questions at all. I assured the teacher (Mrs. Murphey) that Morgan knew all her colors. She tried a different tactic. She pointed out that the card she was holding matched Morgan's *very* pretty dress because the dress's stripes were the same color. She also picked out other details of Morgan's clothing and in the end, Morgan told her all the colors and Mrs. Murphey had to resort to crayons to see how many she really knew. Once Morgan came out of her shell, as per usual, she was fine. I do think, though, that my little girl has a little vain streak, lol. She did great and told me afterwards that it she liked it. I hope she really does. We happened to run into Ella while we were there so now I think Morgan really does believe that Ella will be there. I just hope they are in the same time slot. Mrs. Murphey seemed to think we would be but she wasn't positive. If things go the same way as they have in years past, she told me she thinks our rout is the afternoon class. Anyway, after going home I had to get Morgan ready to go over to Ella's to "swim" Ella's new pool. My mom and her friend Riv (who had driven us to the school) hung out and had some coffee and though I was privately dying of embarassment because my house was absolutely trashed, we had a good time. They left, with Morgan, and then Holly and I took our babes and Timmy and went grocery shopping. Kyle stayed at our house and continued to play the game he had started yesterday on our Wii. I got back much later than I wanted to (around 5:30) and Morgan had just come home. Dh and had planned on a nice, quiet evening after feeding the calves BUT right as I was doing...i don't even remember, Jimmy's dad pulled up. I go over to say "hi" (cuz I like him) and he just looked so frazzled. I asked him what was wrong and he told me that Jimmy and Amanda had just taken Erin (their 2 1/2 year old) to the ER in an ambulance. Turns out she was having a febrile seizure but at the time, they had no idea what was happening. She was completely unresponsive, convulsing and turning blue. Not good! Had Jimmy not bet down for a goodbye kiss when he did and noticed she was just totally unresponsive, he would not have been their when her seizure started and since Amanda was running water in the bathroom, she wouldn't have heard anything. There is a God and he's watching that family, lol. So Jimmy's dad had come over to ask us if we would do Jimmy's chores. Of course! so we did plus ours and well, suffice to say that i didn't get into the house until ten and dh was out till ten-thirty. I went to bed around 11 and was up at 5:30ish this morning. I got down into the pasture this morning, after setting up the parlor for Doug (there are two ways we do it: Jim's way and Doug's way. Doug's way irritates the hell out of all of us because it adds about half an hour to my morning. irritating and not nearly as efficient as he seems to think). Anyway, I finally get down to the pasture (the third one back, down in the valley, good gracious it's pretty but oh so far) and I find not one but THREE calves and two fresh cows (145 had twins, a bull and a freemartin, A had a bull). I tried to get them to move to go in but really, walking two fresh cows and three calves through two gates and three pastures was a bit much for me. I gave up and went back in, explained the situation, Doug sent Jim with me and I actually ended up sending Tony because a) I needed to nurse and b) I'd had enough of wet, waist-high grass and stubborn cows. It was about time for dh to be out there anyway. I spent the rest of the day re-claiming my house. It feels good to sit here and know it's clean. I just can't stand it when it isn't. It's so hard for me, lol. So while it's certainly not going to win any Better Homes and Gardens nominations, it's much, much better. Tomorrow is supposed to be bright and sunny so i will do lots of laundry. Naturally, Jim is off tomorrow and of course Doug is taking off Saturday. Doug asked if "we" could help with the milking tomorrow and well, i said yes, even though dh is going to be working *sigh*. That's going to be FUN, lemme tell ya. I'm thinking I might call and beg my sister to come over and sit with Morgan in the house because honestly, she's a pain in the ass when I'm trying to milk. I haven't told dh this yet but I don't plan on making him milk. I'll do it in the morning. I know he'll have to get up with Abigail, anyway, but at least he can kind of snooze on the couch. That way he only has to feed the calves and well...maybe I'll get a nap sometime before he goes to work. That would be nice, hehe. Anyway, as I was doing chores tonight, Jimmy brought in the milk cows and suprise, surprise, yet another bull-calf (195). This cow he was not even aware was going to freshen, she apparently had never been separated into the dry herd (shame shame). She'll bear careful watching as she was being milked right up until calving. That's a no-no, in case you are wondering. So now, I have NINE, count them, yes, nine bull-calves and that's 7 calves on bottles right now. The guy was supposed to pick the bulls up today so I don't know what happened with that. I hope he comes Saturday because really, UGH. SEVEN calves on the bottles is too freaking much. I've only got six bottles anyway, and only four nipples, so there is no practical way for me to just assembly line them all. ugh. As it is, I've got too many calves in the "bull pens" (3 in each) and two on ropes/halters next to that. Oh and NOW we have not one, but two freemartins. Doug says there is a small chance they'll breed (ok, look, we all know that the experts claim it's a 2% chance but you can't fault they guy for being an optimist) and if they don't breed, they can be beef. Win win for him. Ok, then! Oh, and a side note: Erin is totally fine, now. The doctor thinks that she just has a virus. He thinks she seized because he fever spiked so fast. He explained to Amanda that yes, small children can tollerate high fevers very well (hers was 104) but in some cases, it spikes so quickly that the body can't deal with it and it seizes. She was here today, though, and just as feisty and spunky as usual. We are all very glad she's ok. Jimmy told Amanda that he'd never been so scared in his life. My heart goes out to both of them; I can't even imagine what they must have gone through. Mandy said that as Jimmy was trying to get some cold water for a compress while the ambulance was on it's way, their well gave out. NO WATER. Oh. She said she's so grateful because honestly, she thought she wasn't going to have a daughter any more. I'm just so thankful she's ok. Unfortunately, Jimmy is actually really sick. They have some kind of tummy thing (oh please, oh please, don't let us get it!) So, now I'm going to bed becasue I absolutely cannot sleep past five tomorrow. Goodnight! Oh, and here's a picture just for fun: That's me, receiving some very sand-papery kisses from Duo (or #2, obviously). She's so ridiculously sweet. I love the almost curls right on the top of her head. |
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I realized with a start this morning that I had completely forgotten about this blog. Not good! Things are going along at such a fast/slow pace around here. It's so strange to me, this different way time seems to flow. We've been SO BUSY and yet, time doesn't seem to have the same urgency here as it did in the city. Our roommate moved out for the time being (working back in the city for a while) and so for the first time in nearly 9 years my husband and I have our OWN home. No roommates! It's been so good for us as a family. The children are growing like weeds. My youngest is just days away from walking, I'm sure of it, and recently she's been trying more words. Kitty! is her new favorite. My oldest is registering for pre-school tomorrow and I'm very nervous about it. My dh and I are very much of the unschooling mindset but we also feel she needs to spend some time with other children. It's such a hard thing for us, living out in the middle of nowhere, like we do, and not having a car. Our very first goal is to get a car. Preschool is one thing, it's only two hours a day, lol. We are not at all sure about next year, though. We will see. When we lived in the city, there was absolutely nothing that woul have convinced us to send our children to public school. But this particular town is so small it only has one school that goes from pre-k all the way up to 12th grade. Very, VERY small school. I spoke with the preschool director and their approach to preschool is pretty much exactly what I was looking for. It's essentially social time for the kids with a little bit of fun learning on the side. This is perfect for my oldest as she LOVES learning but I'm not entirely sure how she'd do being asked to sit at a desk (she's 4yrs old in August). No testing, no worksheets. They encourage exploritative learning, use the strewing method and just play with them. I can live with that. I'm uncomfortable with anything past kindergarten for now, though. This school is so completely different than anything I've been exposed to before, though. We shall see. If I had a car it wouldn't be such an issue but I'm not really comfortable unschooling a child when I cannot take her out and explore with her or become involved in co-ops or activities. I just feel like I don't have the resources I need to make it work well for *her* specifically. But we shall see! God has been so unbelievably faithful to us that I'm confident He will make His will known to us with this, too. For now, I feel like we've been handed a blessing with this pre-school program. If nothing else, it will allow us to meet some other families with young children and maybe build up a network of friends. Honestly, I'm nervous and not sure how I feel about institutionalized school. However, my dh really seems to have what is best in mind for our kids and I know that overall, he feels the same way I do about schooling in general. Therefore, I trust him. I know he's not just taking the easy way out and I know he's encouraging this at this time because he truly believes it's what Morgan needs. Farmwise, things are going well, I think. We have so much to learn but we've gotten into some routines. Dh and I care for the calves and I am responsible for the dry cows. We've got 25+ heifers, now, and I'm waiting to sell 6 bullcalves. Unfortunately we've lost two heifers and one cow. Learning is hard. Sometimes I get stuck in situations where if I had known more information, I could have saved the cow. This has happened twice and it's very frustrating for me. The first time was when we had a cow who freshened and then proceeded to not produce a drop of milk. This is very, very bad news for the calf. The calf MUST receive a feeding of colustrum in the first 18hrs or so of it's life. The reason is because the immunoglobulins found in colostrum only, are of a relatively large size in comparision to the other solids and proteins in milk. The calves gut begins to close after 18 hrs and by 24hrs, most of the particular solids and immunoglobulins in colustrum can no longer be absorbed by the calf. This means that the calf that does not receive colustrum is immensely vulnerable to infection and will most likely die. Unfortunately, the other worker here and myself were unaware that our boss had a stash of colustrum in his freezer that we could have utilized for this heifer. Nobody told either one of us so none of us new. At one week old, almost to the day, she became very sick (it's amazing how fast this can happen) and she was dead within 24hrs. There was nothing I could do (though I surely tried!) and despite my best efforts, she died. We lost a calf one week before that from a mysterious infection. That was was perfectly healthy and almost two weeks old when suddenly, she was very weak and sick. That morning, she was spunky, bright-eyed and ate her bottle without any problems. That evening she was so weak she could barely suck, had a cold mouth/nose and legs and was having trouble standing. I managed to keep her alive for almost 48 hours but she did die and we weren't entirely sure what was wrong. The vet suggested (over the phone) that it was probably e-coli but neither myself nor my boss is entirely buying that. For one thing, while she was definitely scouring, she did not have foul smelling feces. I don't know. Loosing a calf is very frustrating. ARGH. Overall, though, we've not lost many and our boss seems pleased with our work. I'm certainly enjoying it! |
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It's morning and a beautiful day! Breakfast has been eaten and the kids are up. Tony (my husband) checks his mail... ...while I wash dishes. Abigail does NOT approve of the lack of attention... Morgan gets a turn on the computer. She's coloring My Little Pony (Great website for kids!) Meanwhile, Abby is mollified with some milk. Boys are ready for work. (Tony's on the top and Nick is on the bottom) I make some chocolate milk for Morgan; it's one of her favorite treats. Dishes are done and in fact: My whole kitchen is clean! Nick heads over to Parable Farms to help put the rest of the roof on the part of their barn. (Freyjah watches them go.) Jim brings hay to the heifers while Tony goes out to the far pasture to bring hay for the dry cows. I go back inside to do the never-ending laundry. The last load I did actually much later in the day but I can't remember when, exactly, so I put it here. While I fold clothes, Morgan occupies herself (she claimed she was helping me, hehe). She loves to jump on the bed and what she's doing in the last picture, she calls "walking on the wall". Time to go outside! Morgan loves to swing. Tony and Jim move some fertilizer near the dry cow's pasture. I work at trying to get all the grass and rocks out of the flower bed. While I was working in the flower bed, I thought to take a break and go see if there were any new calves (we're expecting up to three this week) and while I didn't find any new calves, I did discover that a heifer was out, running about and having a great time. So dh and I spent about 15minutes chasing her back and forth until we finally got her lil butt back in her freestall with the rest of the heifers. I didn't get a picture of all of this action as I had left my camera outside by the garden. I decided to get a pic of the cows anyhow, to commemorate the occasion: She had been running around in here, where she didn't belong. Lunch break! Abigail helps me clear my memory card and check my e-mail. She also gets the 276th clean diaper of the day. While Abigail naps, Morgan and I head to the pond. The water is unbelievably clear. Even the grass at the front of this photo is under water. You can even make out the shapes on the bottom out in the deepest parts, when it's still. We see all kinds of interesting creatures. From top to bottom: A snail, some kind of water beetle, and if you look carefully, there are two large mouth bass in the first pic and on of the same breed of fish in the second. Morgan gets her feet wet... ...While I take entirely too many pictures.... ....And get my feet wet too. This is the west side of the Pond. This is Jim's Rooster. Look carefully! See the eggs? I was going to take a picture of the hen to go with the Rooster but I couldn't find her...but here's her clutch, instead. We were at the pond for a few hours (we had such a good time!) and while we were doing that, Daddy made dinner and put it in the oven. Morgan needed a bath, after all that: She says that she is Ariel the Mermaid. In the top picture she is singing, lol. After Morgan's Bath, we ate and Tony shows off his superior Daddy skills. *tsk tsk* The kids room is a mess. It's amazing how quickly that happens... I attempt to get a picture of Morgan's outfit (that is entirely her pick, btw) but she turns her nose up at the camera, away from me. Abby LOVES the wagon. You can just make out her "happy and expectant" face, here. She's actually doing this cute little rocking-back-and-forth thing she does when she's excited. We are getting ready to go into the barn and see if Jim needs any help. But First!! Morgan (lil diva that she is) issues an executive plea: Evening Swing-time! Morgan loves the swing more than anything else, hehe. Aaah, come on, Mom! I don't WANNA be on the ground!!! Put down the stupid camera and pick me up! Ok, this next section probably requires a bit of explanation: We have five groups of cows, here. There are the yearling bulls (which have all been sold, as I understand it, to Parable Farms, which is the farm my parents live on), the heifers (which are last years calves), the calves, the dry cows (ones who aren't being milked right now, most of which are pregnant and expecting before too long) and the cows that are freshening (which means they are currently being milked). Now the dry cows are all out to pasture right now but they have to be brought in at night for grain rations, which takes place in the feed-stall. Usually the feed stall is occupied by the fresheners so we feed the dry cows while the fresheners are being milked. This means that when the fresheners are finished being milked, we have to push all the dry cows back out to pasture, being careful not to allow any of them to mix. That's how the evening started, with us pushing the dry cows out of the feed-stall. As you can see, there is really no actual "pushing" involved, most of the time. After you, Ladies! Tony is in the feed-stall shooing them out from behind. I stand in the Y gate so as to keep them from going that way and mingling with the fresheners. Last out of the stall is our resident bull. He is mostly blind and about as sweet as can be, if a little shy. He always amuses me. In this picture, you can see him doing the cow-version of picking his nose. He is very fond of Jim and Jim has to be careful because a bull trying to give you a hug is, uh, well it can be hazardous to your health! While dh shoos all the dry cows down the chute and into the pasture, I go back into the barn and see if I can give Jim a hand. These ladies are done and can go into the feed stall. I'm just making sure they go into the feed-stall and not just wander around the room. They don't really need much encouragement, they know what comes next: GRAIN!!! And believe me, the LOVE their grain. Notice the red on the cows teats? It's a special solution put there to help prevent mastitis. The cows teats are treated before and after milking, though the solution that's used before milking is wiped off right before milking begins. This is not only to prevent disease in the cows udders, but also to make sure that there is absolutely no cow crap or bad bacteria in the milk. After shooing the first group into the barn, I let in the last group to be milked. Jim has already started the girls on the right, here, and is setting up the girls on the left, now. Notice he wears rubber gloves while working with them. Every precaution is taken not to make the cows sick. This is an USDA Organic Dairy Farm, so these cows are not fed antibiotics nor are they fed RBGH. There are grass (or hay) fed girls. (they get very little corn, generally as a treat, and grain is something most dairy cows need to keep production up. We are looking at cows that produce well on hay only, but afaik, "looking into" is the operative word, here.) Ah, sweet relief to the ladies! You can actually see the milk in the clear parts, right underneath the silver bits on the udders. This thing works pretty much exactly like an electric breast-pump...just on a grand scale! Some of these cows give 3 or 4 gallons at a milking! Ok, the part of the day I look forward to every day: That's a bottle! The youngest calves need to be bottle fed for a few day so that they learn to use an artificial nipple. It's funny to me that when human babies are bottle fed, it's usually formula. But we don't feed calves formula, that's to expensive AND it's bad for the cows. They get raw milk. Of course, for the first 24 hrs, the calf gets colostrum straight from mom. After that, she gets milk out of the bulk tank, which is basically everybody's milk all at once. I'm not sure of all the reasons why we pull the calves off the mothers but I do know that trying to milk the fresheners with calves running all over the place would be very difficult, if not impossible. I think, also, pulling the calves off the dams is supposed to help their rumen's develop more quickly (the first "stomach" where the hay ferments). I'm trying to do them both at once because the big brown and white one is a bully. This is a calf that is an entirely different breed than any of the others we have. It is this breed that supposedly produces at peak production on only hay. This would be wonderful for many reasons so I believe Doug is expecting a few of this breed to be born this year. We'll see how they do. Also, the brown and white one (we'll call her Bess) is a greedy shmeedy. The lil one (who is actually small even for a Jersey calf) takes almost twice as long as Miss Greedy-Pants to drain a bottle. Morgan absolutely loves doing this. She can't hold the bottle by herself yet because a) when they are full, they are too heavy for her to hold up for any length of time and Calves really need to have their heads up while eating (it causes the milk to bypass their rumen and go right into the last stomach, where it is absorbed the most efficiently) and b) Bess (Miss Greedy Pants) will push very hard on the bottle, rather suddenly (typical calf behavior, it causes let down on their dams) which would possibly knock Morgan over. She helps me, though, and that's awesome. She LOVES the calves, of course (who wouldn't?). Interestingly, cows do not have any top teeth in the front of their mouths. And the teeth they do have are very flat. So even if the calves had it in mind to bite Morgan or myself, it wouldn't hurt. As it is, the calves know Morgan brings the milk and will come up and suck on her fingers (and whatever else they can a hold of...last night I had one suckling on my wrist and another on an elbow while I fed the newest bull, not pictured here as he wasn't born yet). Unfortunately, despite the five or so pictures I took, this is the only one that didn't come out blurry. The calves who have learned an artificial nipple well, get fed off of the bucket. They seem to prefer this and I think it's because they can all eat at the same time. It's fun to watch, they all get their lil tails going at the same time. Cute cute. This lil heifer here in the foreground is quite smart. She's small and so doesn't get her fill as quickly as the others because she eats slower. So when the other cows are done, she will shove her nose into the bucket, tipping it up, while she's suckling and get all the rest of the milk that way. After the morning feedings, there is usually a bit left in the bottom of this lil feeder bucket. It's not uncommon to find a barn cat in there, with nothing but their butt showing, taking care of the leftovers. :P The sun is going down, the work-day is coming to an end. Bedtime Nursies. Tony checks his mail at the end of the day. Nick is home and relaxing after a long day in the sun. Morgan watches Scooby Doo before bedtime (she actually fell asleep on the couch not too long after I took this picture). The kids are asleep and it's time to relax. It's too nice outside to want to be in. We can hear the frogs in the evenings now. I wish I had a camera that could take pictures of the stars!! |
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Yesterday I was determined to make a yummy meal and Morgan wanted very badly to help. Partway through preparations, I decided to take pictures and do a teeny dinner digital. I love to cook and I've always wanted to do this. As I was extremely busy with both kids and dinner and I didn't think of it right away, this isn't a very good dgtl. BUT it was fun to make just the same and hopefully my next one will be more organized. It's hard to take pictures while cooking and supervising two littles and I have no practice, yet. I was at this point when I thought of taking pictures. I'm making stuffed mushrooms. Our roommate often teases me that I must be a true hobbit because I enjoy mushrooms so much (as well as being short and rather portly). Making stuffed mushrooms is so easy and I loooooove them. These are Baby Bellas. I'm particularly fond of Portobello mushrooms, though really, I've yet to eat one I don't like. Anyway, pop the stems out and make sure you wash them well and place them in a dish upside down. As previously stated, I had already begun making dinner when I thought of taking pictures so I don't have pics of what I put in this. It's nothing extraordinary. Cream cheese, the mushroom stems (finely chopped and sauted with butter, garlic and a little sea salt and pepper), dill, some leftover fancy soft cheese I can't remember the name of and some port-wine cheese. Just leftover stuff, really, I didn't have enough of any of it to do much with. Get out the beaters and blend it all together and *presto* mushroom stuffing. Abby helped me with the cleanup from that. :P Here are the mushrooms, stuffed and ready for the oven. While I was busy with the mushrooms, Morgan was helping me mix the burgers. Originally I was going to make a meatloaf but I thought patties would be more fun. Again, nothing fancy. They consist of one large onion, finely chopped, sea salt, pepper, some rice as a binder, and one egg. Oh it's probably about a lb or so of ground beef. This stuff is really good, organic, range-fed beef and it's "whole cow" ground beef, which means all the best portions of meat are in there, too. Makes some really good burgers. It's also surprisingly lean. Anyway, I set Morgan to playing inImean mixing up those while I was busy with the mushrooms. Eventually she got tired of having dirty hands and freaked out until I cleaned them off. Here it is, ready to be made into burgers. Hey I like to roll my soon-to-be burgers into roughly shaped balls. So, here they are, ready for cooking! ...Aaaaand, into the skillet they go! I love cast iron, I wish I had a whole set, I really do. I would never use anything else, lol. Well, that's not true, stainless steal is a very close second. But I loves me mah skillet. Ok, ok, so it's Nick's skillet but I figure it's ransom until I get my dutch oven (lovingly referred to as my cauldron) back. In any case, I just stick the little balls in, smoosh them well with a spatula and let them go. Meanwhile, I had the broccoli going. Simple, simple: olive oil, bit of sea salt and just toss it now again until they are just soft. Just about finished. Tony loves rice and asked me to make some with dinner, so I did. Just as the burgers were done, the mushrooms were ready to come out of the oven. I baked them at 400* for a bit. I don't know how long, I wasn't paying attention, I just pulled them out when they looked and smelled done. In retrospect, I could probably have let them brown a bit but they were awfully tasty just the same. |
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The first calf of the season was born today, out on the snow (surprise!). A nice, healthy heifer. Woot woot! It was fun learning how to feed her and how to check the cow to determine weather or not the heifer had already fed. She did NOT like being milked so soon after birthing, at first, which i can totally understand, nipples are sensitive after birthing! We have another cow who's bagging up, too, she will prolly birth soon, as well. |
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I thought some pictures would be fun. The day before yesterday, I was going stir-crazy so despite it being only 20deg out, I took the girls out for a "walk". We got lots of pictures! I wore Abigail on my back (she's 11mo old) so I don't have any of her outside but I got tons of Morgan! |
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Welcome to life on the farm. It took me all day yesterday (with dh) to hang, count them, ONE cabinet. I mean, it was one of those jobs where every time we tried to move to the next step, we realized there were two things that HAD to be done first; and inevitably, those things had micro-steps that needed completion, as well. We did, however, get the wall fixed, and that was a big deal. Then, as I'm trying to wind down for the evening, talking to Lyss on the phone, this horrific smell assaults my senses. Now, if you've ever smelled skunk, you know it's a smell you never forget. I've smelled it once before (when some IDIOT thought it would be a great idea to shoot a skunk right outside the cabin window at the ranch I volunteered at years ago) and honestly, I'll never forget it as long as I live. And NOW I don't HAVE to because my dog went and got sprayed by a skunk. I think it was getting into the garbage (no more leaving the carbage in an uncovered can) and she went and defended! She has never in her life seen a skunk before and the other night she nearly killed a possum (good girl!) so I think she may have thought that's what it was. Boy did she find out otherwise! Poor thing was out there rolling around in the ice and rubbing her nose in the snow. I felt so bad for her. THAT's going to be a fun bath. It was so bad last night I didn't even let her in the house. She spent the night on the stoop. It was too late to start the bathing routine that will need to be done and can I just say that this is a ROTTEN time of year for her to need a bath? I'm so concerned about her catching pneumonia. I think she's going to get a bath soon and I'll just have to keep her inside for as long as I can. I'd love to say "Until she's dry" but, well, I don't have a dog, I have some weird conglomeration of a sheep and a carpet. Dh loves me. He's going to wash the dog because for some reason, his sense of smell is just...lousy. It doesn't bother him and we can be standing right next to the dog and he only catches wiffs. I can TASTE it, when she's outside and I'm in, I can only imagine what locking myself in a bathroom for half an hour with her would be like. Luckily, he took pity on me. I have never, ever asked him to bathe my dog before (we kinda have this deal that it's my dog, as he's not really a fan of dogs, which means she's my problem) but he knows that I have a very, very sensitive sense of smell. I seriously can taste the things I smell half the time, it's kinda weird. Right now, there is so much ice on the trees, that they contributed to this morning's adventure. Poor Jim. He had one row of cows milked and the other all but ready to go when the power went out. Yup. And we discovered that here on this farm, NOTHING works without it. Not even the toilet or the shower works without water. FANTASTIC. Even our heat, which is technically gas generated and is all water radiators....even that doesn't work! The furnace doesn't fire without electricity. So first thing this morning, dh gets up, runs outside and sees if he can help Jim. Fed the cows in the field, hooked the tractor up to the generator and called the electric company. Thank God they were quick, powers already back up and everything's fine. I think Jim is finishing the milking now. Usually he's done and gone until evening by now but, well, at least this time it got fixed fast. Last time the power was down here (same problem, broken bit on the transformer, thank you ice-trees!) the poor cows went almost two full days without milking. The thing that sucks is that when the power is down for a long time, Jim has to hook up this other pump to the milking system and he doesn't know how to re-wire the system to accept the pump. The backup pump runs on lower amps so the generator will work it. Thankfully that will not be necessary as the power guys came right out and fixed the power line (and trimmed back the tree) so hopefully we won't have this problem during the *next* ice-storm. |
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Ok, so some backround is required for this telling: When we first arrived here at the farms, we came over to the apartment so that I could see it. This was the day I discovered it was absolutely not ready to be moved into. Upon opening the door, we found a very, very friendly kitty inside of the apartment. There was a hole in the wall in the kitchen that she was apparently using to get in. Keep in mind, we live above a garrage, which an addition the the front of a barn. The barn is only used to store hay and hay equipment, except in the spring, when it houses the new calves for a time. So my house doesn't smell like cows, thankfully, hehe. Anyway, there is a storage space opposite our appartment, above the shop as well. And this space apparently wraps around to the back side of the barn and then that space as well as the space between our walls and the actual barn is all open. So, the cat can get inside the walls of our house from the barn. Now, this cat decided to adopt us (I've named her Gypsy for her wandering ways) but we don't let her stay in the house overnight. One of the reasons is that I do not have a litter box and as she was born and raised in a barn (you'd think she'd be ferrel but she really seems to appreciate free food) she is accustomed to going outside and has her own place to sleep, I'm sure. So she comes and goes during the day but gets the boot at night or when I'm cooking (seriously, I've never had such a nuisance of a cat while trying to cook). Her normal routine, after being given a gentle toss out the front door is to come through the walls, back to the kitchen area and peek through the space between the outlet and the wall and meow her head off in protest that I'm cooking (or cleaning or whatever) without her. Eventually, she gets tired of that and goes back over to the main barn, where Jim gives her and the other six or so cats milk at milking time and from there I don't know where she goes only that in the wee hours of the night, she's nowhere to be seen. She's usually back at the door in the morning. Well, day before yesterday...I didn't see hide nor hair of her. I figured she got tired of the dog trying to play with her. Later that day I did see her but Freyjah kept trying to play with her until she got pissed off and left. That evening, she was doing her usual behind the wall routine and then she left...or so I thought. Now you have to understand, there is space between my entire house, ceilings and all, and the original building. I have slanted ceilings in the kitchen and on the opposite side of the house, which she likes to crawl up and around in, too. You can hear her scratching about up there fairly often (talk about a BIG rat!). So I hear her scrabblings around and meowing and somehow she managed to get behind the wall that's behind my sink. The is the adjacent wall to where I she normally pokes her nose in. There are holes there, too. I thought nothing of it and went to bed. The next morning, I kept hearing her meow from that wall but figured it was warm there because that wall is between the bathroom and my kitchen...so nicely protected from the very cold air that's from the barn. In the later part of the afternoon, Holly stopped by to see me and at about that time I noticed a peculiar smell coming from the sink area. Now understand, I have a ridiculously sensitive sense of smell. At first, I thought it smelled like a wet dog...but then decided that wasn't right. After Holly left I started sniffing around the wall (yes, I'm sure that was an amusing sight) and decided it smelled like distressed animal. That was when I noticed the fur stuck to the edges of the holes above the sink (I think I mentioned that our kitchen isn't quite finished in a previous entry). So I start tapping around and there is a scrabbling and a woe-begotten meow. Crap! I realize she must still be in there from the night before. Dh and I tap around a bit and we think she's in the wall, behind the counter. Well that's crap because I can't poke more holes there. Busting the wall up is annoying but not a huge deal as we were going to be hanging stuff over it, anyway (it's not dry-wall, but this old crap they used to use that's not even as good as panelling...kind of like really stiff cardboard). But we knew we wouldn't be able to reach her if we broke the wall up above the sink and we couldn't very well bust holes through the cabinets to get her out. So, we though, well, she got in there, maybe she isn't really stuck, just, you know, warm and is meowing like a lost kitten because she wants us to let her in or give her some food. All day she was in there and at night, I couldn't here her anymore (and the smell went away) so I thought she had gone home. This morning, as I'm cooking breakfast, I went over to the sink and turned the water on. She started to scrabble all over the place and at that time I thought she was right by my head, a little bit up and to the right. This is when I actually got concerned. I knew, from the hole in the wall above the sink, that there was a post right there that went all the way (apparently, though, it doesn't go all the way down). If it was there, then she was probably stuck on the wrong side of the post (or thought she was) and so was unable to get out. At least I knew she wasn't under the sink! All morning I could hear her scrabbling, meowing, and generally sounding pretty upset. After dh came back in from milking, had his breakfast and went back out with Doug, Nick and I tapped around, felt her out, and Nick tore a huge hole in the wall. There she was! She wasn't actually stuck so much as she didn't have enough room to turn around and head back down. I've never met a cat that will willingly go back-end first into a space they can't see so as far as she was concerned, there was only one way to go-up...but that way didn't lead to anything but the a cross beam. She couldn't get out. Unfortunately, the banging and tearing that was necessary to open up the wall scared her half to death so despite the giant gaping HOLE she could have just stepped out of, she thrashed around so much she fell all the way down to the bottom, behind the sink. In the end, that's probably a good thing because she can probably get out from there. But we DO have a giant hole in the wall now, and no kitty cat to show for it. I just hope dumb-dumb doesn't do that again. So frustrating, though, her entire body was exposed, there was just a small beam between her and the outside world. Nick and I didn't want to just grab her because while she is very friendly, she was terrified, had been stuck in there so long there was poop in the wall, right on her butt, and she's not exactly tame. We felt that it was wiser to let her get out herself. But when Nick reached for her to give her a gentle pet to let her know it was ok, she flipped out and wriggled and, thanks to the lack of wall, was able to twist herself to head down, which is when she lost her footing and dropped right down. I don't hear her now and I cannot see her down there so I HOPE she is out now. Hope so, because the pannelling is going up today, if I have to put it up myself, and those cabinets are getting HUNG. I'm so tired of dishes lining my counters. So that's Gypsy's story. Welcome to the family, Gypsy. She's terribly cute, I'll have to get a picture, if the poor thing ever shows her face again. She's quite a shameless beggar, to be sure, so I expect to see her again. She's so shameless, we almost named her Shameless. Maybe we'll call her Shameless Gypsy. :P She's a Tabby that tried to be a calico. She's got the calico splotches but where many calicos are dark in color, she's got that grey-stripey thing going. Anyway, back to work! |
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One of the goal's that my husband and I have for our family is to be as self-sustainable as possible. I'm sure you can imagine that with two small children, this can really be a challenge! One of the things we have implemented (and in fact, implemented long before we came to be farmers) is something commonly referred to as Elimination Communication or, as I prefer to refer to it, Diaper Free. This is the practice of encouraging one's baby to eliminate in a receptacle or the "big potty (as we call it here) instead of their diapers. If anyone wants more information, comment, and I'll write a post just about EC. But that's my backround for today's entry. Well, while I love the idea of homesteading, we've got a traditional type thing going on around here that I'm not too thrilled about. My dryer is not currently hooked up (need to run a gas line to it ). Part of the way we practice EC is to use cloth diapers as backup. Over the month that we were at my parent's (which we had not planned for at ALL) I had her in 'sposies. Well, as she's only ever used them once a day since she was born, she has a nice, lovely rash so naturally, as soon as I got into our own place, I busted out the cloth...and am still alternating between cloth and sposies because...well...have you ever tried to dry four people's laundry on a radiator? UGH. And can I just say that hand-washing a really poopy, solid-food diaper is GROSS? Especially with my oh so favorite Kissaluv's fitted diapers. They are SO cute..and so terry-cloth styled which means that the poop just gets right into those fibers like VELCRO and won't come out. THAT was fun. Today I've been super-EC'ing Mom and had caught every poo in the potty and managed most of the pees, too, but of course, the SECOND I thought to myself, "We're doing pretty good, today!" I drop the ball, let her go a little too long in that diaper and BAM! poop in the terrycloth diaper. *sigh* When I first started using cloth/EC waaay back when my 3yr old was a baby, I had to hand wash everything because I didn't have a washer. NOT my favorite then...not my favorite now. Sustainable living is GREAT but I'm gonna have to need my washer and dryer. And yeah, line drying, blah blah blah, it's ten degrees outside and I am NOT going back to having clothes lines strung up around my living room. Girl's gotta have SOME pride. I am hoping to get a line up in the summer for my diapers, though, sun is such a wonderful thing for laundry. Did you know that sunlight itself will get rid of stains? Bad smells? You know how permiating male cat urine is, right? Well, I've had the sun completely obliterate even that. Ok, so there's my blah blah for today. Hand washing diapers? I'll pass. Hopefully, by the end of the week, I'll have a dgtl post up on my first butter-making experience. I've got access to all the raw milk I can fit in my refrigerator (ok, prolly not allowed to take THAT much, but still) and I"m going to make butter! I've got it in the fridge, separating, now, and I am hoping to skim the cream off tomorrow and then let the cream sit until Friday and then make butter out of it. Yay! I leave you with a picture or two: Heifers! Me and the girls getting ready to visit the Cows. |
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I feel so blessed to be here, it's unbelievable. We are here, we are farmers! This farm is so beautiful, and it's still under snow. I can't wait to see what it looks like in the spring. I can't wait to get my hands dirty gardening and raising chickens and, God-willing, getting some goats! At the moment, we are still learning. We live on a Dairy Farm, down the road from my parent's farm. Parable Farms is what our family has invested interest in, but Murphy Farm is where my husband and I live. This is a USDA Certified Organic Dairy Farm. It is run by three people, lol, and there are somewhere in the neighborhood of 250 cows. We have only been on this farm a week and "farmers" a month. My parents have been learning now for three years and so this is going to be quite an adventure! Murphy Farm is expecting new calves next month. Parable has three new lambs, is expecting a kid or two next month and has had one cow (who was born and then died) already. There are several Hereford and Devon (and crosses between those two, and Angus cows) expecting to drop calves any time now. I just can't wait for spring! |

