Written June 23, 2018
I have been lax in writing lately, not that I haven’t thought about doing so, but because with the new responsibility of home ownership, there’s also the new (& renewed) duty of upkeep.
It still hasn’t truly sunk in that we “own” this property. But it makes me wonder why it wasn’t for sale a lot sooner. There’s at least 20 years or more worth of pine needles & pine cones on one corner of our property and…..much to our surprise, somewhere under it all is some sprinklers.
We surmise this, by the fact that there’s a small PVC pipe that runs from the yard under the “bridge” to this section. So…..the plan of borrowing a tractor to dig out the pile of pruned branches that lie under a THICK layer of pine needles & cones & weeds too. Is out of the question. ……. unfortunately.
I look out my office window, past the need to take some white vinegar to get the hard water build up off of the outside, look at the 1/2 acre plus yard (or at least a small portion of the big yard), turn my head farther to the north to see the tree lined wall with the north pasture hiding behind it.
Part of me says “About time“, another part says “Its too good to last” & yet another part says “Is this really mine/ours?”
I’ve dreamed & hoped for so long to be able to have a place for our kids to grow up in, a place where I can have my horses & my cows (for a long time, goats were not a part of that dream LOL) & I can raise the cows up to butcher or sell.
Right now……I’m watching 3 spiders on my office window, I don’t know if they’re trying to go after the fruit type fly’s that are on the inside of the screen, chasing each other or strangers to each other & fair game food wise. The 2 bigger ones are gone & the smaller one left is zipping around the screen like its in a panic or frantic……definitely not focused on eating as it keeps going around the fruit fly instead of pouncing on it.
Anyway, the other 2 spiders are back & I don’t think they are friends, but here I go getting off topic again.
There’s so much to do here (on the farm), that I am finding my computer time to be scarce here lately, we won’t mention how far behind on my email I am.
Yesterday, we had an insurance agent stop by & the conversation got directed towards other things, like the livestock, cars/trucks & it got me to thinking……
I love talking about my livestock. To me, they are more than just a pork chop or steak on hooves, more than a product. My dad’s always telling me (as are others) to not name the animals, because you’ll get attached, then they’ll be harder to have butchered/killed, etc.
Well…….I’ve never listened. Some have been hard to sell or butcher, not because they’re named but because they all have a special place in my heart.
Then…………..there’s animals like Merle (will add a picture of him later) who (if I could have I would have had him butchered, but instead we sold him. He was an incredibly mean boar (male pig) & would as soon eat you as to look at you. He ate numerous chickens, including my daughter’s favorite (& our oldest) Rooster & we couldn’t get to him fast enough. But eating breeding boar meat is incredibly nasty from everyone I’ve talked to.
I love most all of my animals, as mentioned above, there are some I do not care about, but those are a minor few. But……each one of them (good or bad), each have a lesson to teach. They help me to be a better animal caregiver/owner. I don’t & can’t look at these animals as just a product I’m producing.
When we just look at our animals as “things“, we don’t work at doing the best we can to care for them, to keep them healthy and happy, which in turns….helps them & us.
My pigs LOVE to get out of their pens and explore. When they were spotted, sometimes they ran in the opposite direction, but most times they were more like “Ok, I had my fun, I’ll go back to my area“.
My cow, Whiskey, man o man that cow is a character & her son, who will fill our freezer soon or pay for us to go to the store to buy some of the not so well raised meat to fill it. They are both funny & obnoxious.
Update: Or continuation: October 11, 2018
Both of my cows are funny & obnoxious…..when Maurice aka Mo Mo decides that the grass is tastier on the other side, he will find a way to squeeze himself through barbed wire fencing. His momma, Whiskey (we had her sister when they were baby’s & we named her Lullaby). She’s a FANTASTIC mom, a good Nurse cow, which means she will accept other calves that aren’t her’s & feed them well. We found that out the hard way a couple years ago, it was an older steer that was nursing on her along with her calf. That was a scary lesson to learn.
It is now fall (obviously since its October) & we started a fire in the fireplace the weekend before last & I couldn’t figure out why we had to continuously restart the logs, it drove me up the wall…..I have never had a problem starting a fire, whether it was for a fireplace, camp fire or in the pasture. But this go around….holy smokes. So, I told the kids we’re going to let the logs dry out more that we were using, the coals from what we burnt & the ash needed to cool down & everything was going to get cleaned out & then we’d try again. I went down into the basement to clean out the ash trap that’s in the chimney….it was NEVER EVER cleaned out & I mean EVER…… It is literally backed clear up to the fireplace itself….literally. I about crapped my pants a few days ago when I started cleaning it…….especially after a “wall” of ash fell down & plugged up the opening of the little door, but not until after it spewed out a ton of ash on top of me (well my lap & boot). I squeaked & thought…..Mt. St. Helen’s has just spewed again…..she dumped on me…..great.
I know it’s not exactly the owner’s who we bought the house from’s fault……because they never lived in the house…..but technically it is their fault because they never cleaned that aspect of the fireplace. The scary thing is, that the previous owner to them, burnt EVERYTHING in this fireplace……It must have stunk.
And I’m talking…….Aluminum cans (pop/beer), wood with a buttload of nails in them, aluminum foil, some sort of wires, found glass & a Christmas bulb (small, unbroken) & I’m not even done. It just shocks me.
But……at least now I know…..it’s not my fault that the fire wouldn’t stay lite…..LOL
But back to the critters…..shortly after we bought our home, we lost our little dog (Lil’ Bit)….she had to be put down because her cancer had gone to her bladder & she was having a hard time breathing. She was a rescue that we got 7-9 yrs ago for my daughter, the other dogs were too big for her to be around (we didn’t get rid of them), to love on as they always knocked her down, so I wanted to find a small one. Was suppose to be a Chihuahua, but my husband told L.B’s previous owner we’d take her & after I went over to pick her up…..as much as I didn’t actually want her (she was a yapper….literally wouldn’t shut up), I knew she wasn’t in a safe loving home. So…..I loaded her up & the rest was history. But she’s buried behind my office/bedroom window in our flower bed. I planted some “Forget me Not’s” But got some orange flower instead LOL………Just like Lil’ Bit to be different.
A month or so ago, we also ended up losing our last recent rescue Kitty “Scar”….His brother “Lovey” ran off a few months after we moved, I’d like to think he’s still alive, but…….. Anyway, Lovey is buried on the left side of Lil’ Bit & my Wild flowers never grew…..no surprise. He was always a difficult cat too. But he was a loving jet black kitty that I will always miss, along with our original black Cat Blacky……
This past summer we bought a Momma goat & her buckling…….not exactly what I was wanting or looking for….but closer to our price range & where I was needing a buck……he’s turned out to be a good choice. They are smaller than my main stock, but his momma (Honey Comb) is beautiful (& young) & he (Cloud) was stark white, now he’s got blackish gray highlights on his face & shoulders. He’s still a momma’s boy, but he’s trying to be the herd sire too. LOL He’s a character. I thought my dad had him tamed, but apparently only for him, so we have to start over from scratch. 🙂
Anyway……we also have 4 new sets of baby chicks this year & I got 2 Turkey Poults for my birthday in May…..unfortunately they are both males. And of course trying to find hen’s for them has been a chore. But I haven’t given up hope yet…….LOL