Does anyone else out there have a husband like this? My husband apparently thinks it's funny to clip two of the goats collars together while he's out doing the chores. Now, I've never seen him do this, or I would have given him what for a long time ago. He did this yesterday morning when he fed the animals before he left for work. Friday nights he spends in the city, doesn't get back until Saturday night. And he forgot to unhook them.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
I got a call from the dept. of Ag's veterinarian who did the necropsy on my chicken yesterday. He just left a message, which made me feel awful. He said that this poor chicken had numerous serious injuries, dating back at least six months! It had a broken keel bone, was extremely emaciated and dehydrated, and it's intestines were basically destroyed by diarrhea! There's almost nothing more that could be wrong with this chicken!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Over the last three weeks, two chicken s have died, and now a third is very ill. The first one was one that my sister gave me, and it was a pretty sickly chicken when I got it. Those chickens never blended well with the rest of the flock, and slept outside in the pig pen, so I wasn't surprised when it died. I assumed it died of exposure.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Those of you who have followed along on this crazy venture since the start will remember that I set a goal for myself and my family of sourcing 50% of our eat-at-home food from within the county. Well, it's been a full year, and so I'd like to report on our (moderate) success and set some new goals for the coming year.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Although it has been lovely and clear, with a sun bright enough to actually feel on your shoulders at high noon, the temperature has dropped sharply, and it is now impossible to do chores without gloves and a hat. My fingers just won't work the gate latches, they are dumb with cold. I think the outside water line cracked; it is leaking fairly freely where it emerges from the ground. I'm debating whether I should tell Homero about it or just call somebody.
Posted by Aimee at 9:12 AM
Monday, January 19, 2009
Working barn on Olsen
I have a confession to make. I love big old barns. I mean, I don't just like barns, I desire and covet them. My children roll their eyes and say "m-o-o-o-o-m," but when I see a particularly lovely barn I stop the car and drool for a while. My idea of a great way to spend a sunday afternoon is driving around the county looking for cool barns I've never seen before. Right now, a property that I drive by almost every day is for sale, and I am dearly hoping they have an open house, and that if they do, they will let me tour their barn, which is truly a beauty, one of the best preserved and largest classic old barns in the area.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
After a terrible month which brought us record low temperatures, blizzards, floods, and freezing rains; after a solid month in which we saw the sun only in brief flashes through the clouds, or as a pale silver disc that more closely resembled the moon, or in our dreams; after a bizarre week of impenetrable fog, night and day, finally, finally!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Yesterday I found two eggs. They were up in the hayloft and they both fell down when I climbed up there to get hay. Neither one of them broke, oddly enough. One of them is definitely yellow-mama's egg, I recognize those small, pointy white eggs with wrinkles at the tip. The other one must be from one of the pullets, because it's tiny. And cute.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
If a person were to page back in this blog all the way to July, he or she would find a picture that looks almost exactly like the one above. In that post I was bragging about how much canning I'd gotten done already, so early in the season. I planned to ship off delicious christmas presents to all my relatives and friends, joining that respected club of women who make their own preserves and generously hand them out. Thrifty, crafty women. The two most exciting packages that arrived at our house in the Christmas season when I was young were the ones from my grandmother, full of delicious pickles and relishes, and from my mother's friend April, full of jewel-toned homemade cordial, of which I was allowed only tiny sips. This year, I was going to be the sender of such tempting treats and the receiver of all the imagined admiration.
Several weeks ago, a goat-buddy of mine, who happens to be the owner of the bucks we bred our does to this year, invited me to join an online forum called Goatbeat. This is a great resource for anyone with goats, from smallholders with a couple of nannies like me, on up to larger scale breeders and ranchers. Approximately 300 farmers, mostly women, provide support and advice and their collective wisdom to help each other raise healthy happy goats. Already, I've learned a great deal from them, and also seen many dozens of unbelievably cute pictures of baby goats. Can't wait to post my own!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
I think the goats are ill. Some of them. They still have that nagging cough, it never quite went entirely away, and now it's stronger again. And Flopsy has a touch of diarrhea and just doesn't seem like herself. She's not bright-eyed and bushy tailed, she's kind of slow and listless. Still eating fine, though and pushing her way up to the manger just like everybody else.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Well, we got through the hoof trimming this morning with only two small cuts, one to a goat and one to me. Homero cut the goat; I cut myself. No big deal on either count.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Oh, the joys of living in the great northwest in the winter. This winter in particular. We just had three feet or so of snow melt, leaving great puddles and ponds all over the place, and now the rain is coming down. Hard. There is less dry land than water on my property: of my five acres, I'd say three of them are underwater. Only a couple of inches for the most part, but still.
Posted by Aimee at 3:18 PM
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
We are just about all out of hay. There might be a week's worth left in the hayloft, from the grass we cut and raked off the smallest field back in July or August. God, I remember doing that, it was so hot. I must have raked and pitched up fourteen pickup loads worth, and my arms and back hurt for a week. And about half of it spoiled in a sudden summer downpour. We still had to pick it up, though, so it didn't kill the grass underneath.