Archive | July, 2019


31 Jul

I never grew up on a farm.  When my sister started dating a farmer, that’s when I discovered I like farming.  I would help them check cows and whatever they were doing (I was a third wheel).  After they were married, my sister and I would help bale hay. Occasionally I would drive the tractor, but not very often.  When it came to raking, I couldn’t turn fast enough not to catch the rake.  Once in a while I’d pull a wagon of corn in the fall.  I never drove a tractor enough to be truly comfortable with it.  When I did drive one, I swear it never had brakes.  I like brakes.  Anyhow, my nephew raked some of the hay in my pasture yesterday.

Then he asked for a ride to get the baler.  I asked who was driving while he baled, and he informed me that I was driving. Well, that should be interesting.  I had my choice of tractors, and I chose the Hydro.  Basically, all you need to know to drive it is that the turtle is slow and the rabbit is fast (I’m simplifiying a little).  This is a newer version of the tractor I used to like driving. But this one has brakes!  I present my view for a few hours in the afternoon.

Behind me.  Okay, I hadn’t started driving yet.  The nephew was making adjustments.

Extra help while the nephew was making more adjustments because the bales kept breaking.

Odie sampling the alfalfa bale that was already in the baler.

Goat crossing.  In my defense, all those extra clumps are there because the windrows were almost too big for the baler.  My driving might have had a little to do with it too.  That’s okay, he’ll pick up what I missed when he finishes with the big round baler.

We did finally get going.  I think this was the last adjustment.  Yes, the llamas were very helpful the entire time.  I am proud to say, I did not run over a goat or llama while driving.

In the evening we gained more help, and we got three loads baled and stacked in the barn.

Hopefully, by the time this post publishes, the rest of the hay has been baled and stacked in the barn.  And hopefully, there was a different driver since we are finished on the flat part.

Cookie and the Zucchini

30 Jul

I’ve been getting a lot of zucchini from the garden.  That’s not a surprise, but I noticed my mini-pumpkin was looking bad.

Then it moved to the cucumbers.

And now the zucchini are starting to look like they are wilting.  I hate squash vine borers.

You might recall that was half the reason I moved my garden up north.  Sky was the other half.


I am going to have to figure out the pesticide way to get rid of those things.  In the meantime, I’m using zucchini and I had a couple that I was going to bring in from the soap room when I remembered I hadn’t given Fionn his breakfast.

Fionn–he is doing much better.

I set the zucchini down on the barnyard side of the fence because Sky was on the other side.

I ran and got his food and gave it to him and turned around to see Cookie at the zucchini.

Cookie napping with her girls(Chiffon above and Marge in front).

By the time I got there, she had liberally sampled both of them.  This girl. It’s a good thing she’s cute and sweet.

I decided it wasn’t a big deal; although, it would have been nice if she had stuck with one and not just random bites all over them.  I cut the bites out and grated it to make bread for the people helping bale hay.  A double batch makes three loaves, and that would be perfect.

Half way through my recipe, it just didn’t seem right, so I looked at the top of the page and discovered I was making a double batch of zucchini brownies.

Well, that’s a lot of brownies, but I can’t complain because they are delicious.

Finally Making Hay

29 Jul

With the wet spring, everything has been pushed back.  It’s been a whirlwind of trying to get caught up since we dried out, and it was finally time for my pasture to be mowed.

The nephew came out and started mowing.  When I got a call from him, I figured something broke down and he needed a ride, but he just needed to tell me the goats were in the bean field.  He might have thought they wouldn’t check the gates and he could just sorta fasten it.  They check. Every single time they go past it.  Seriously.  Anyhow, I chased them with the Ranger back through the waterway, and they went back in without too much trouble.

Naughty goats.

The nephew is done mowing, and we’ll start baling soon (hopefully tomorrow afternoon and finish Wednesday).

It will be a good feeling when the barn is full of hay again.