Monthly Archives: November 2014

Brrrrr!

DSC_0830                                                We’ve had a record cold spell hit our area. I know many of you have, too. This artic blast, polar vortex, whatever you want to call it, has caused it to be colder this time of year than it has been in a decade. I. Don’t. Like. It. It’s bad enough to have winter in January and February, but in November?!? No, thank you!

It has caused us to make some winter preparations for our farm earlier than usual. One such preparation involved moving the hens into a large pen in our bar n where their water and food and coops will be. We’ve laid out fresh hay and pine shavings. The ladies seem as snug as a bug in a rug. They are having the time of their lives. Except for the one or two who keep flying out and getting into the big pasture. They haven’t fared so well.

Then there is the matter of breaking all the ice in the water troughs.( I know. It would be so nice to have electricity and an underground water system but we’re not there yet. Don’t judge.) That’s a coooold job -but it’s not mine. It’s my husband’s. Bless his sweet heart! Although I did walk around the pasture like 100 times in below freezing temps because we could’nt find our big dogs. (I know. How could we lose two 150 pound dogs?!? But that’s a story for another day.)  They were found and all is well.

The big dogs love the cold weather. So do the alpacas. They have built in fur coats. The sheep are indifferent to it as far as we can tell.  However, the little pygmy goats head for the barn at the first sign of bad weather. And I’ll be right behind them. I hope you stay safe and warm this long winter season. Remember to thank the good Lord for all the simple joys that can be found in the ordinary days of life.. Even cold ones.

DSC_0806

 

Rammed

051

We’ve had a lovely stretch of fall days; the kind that make you want to be outside. On one such day last week, I strolled through the house and told my husband that I was going to the pasture to see Rosemary, my pet sheep. Now I had heard him at least twice this past month, tell our grandkids not to go in the pasture with the ewes because our 275 pound ram, Wildcard, was with them for breeding season.

But that day, in my hurry to get outside in the sunshine, it never crossed my mind. My husband was busy making chili and wasn’t really listening to me. (You know where this is going, right?!?) So I went out to the pasture. When Rosemary heard my voice, she came running. (It’s so fun to have a pet sheep). Several of her friends came with her and then the whole flock came over. I was talking to Rosemary and slipping her an animal cracker or two (Don’t judge!)

Next thing I knew, I was flying through the air and landing on my bottom. “Oh yeah”, I thought when I could catch my breath. “Wildcard is in the pasture and he thinks he owns these ewes”. And in my opinion he does. I now have a healthy respect for the head-butting ability of 275 pound rams. I sure won’t ever forget the lesson I learned. Do not go in the pasture with the ewes when the ram is in there with them, or he will ram you quite a distance. They don’t call them rams for nothing.