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The Detour

14 Sep

I said I’d share the detour I am taking to the sale barn back when things were rather boring.  It’s been crazy busy, but it’s such a pretty drive, I still want to share it with you.  My normal route actually is a longer trip, but it’s all paved.

The detour is pretty direct, but it’s all gravel.

Pretty much every gravel road in the area has a warning about high water.  Of course, right now I don’t have to worry about it with the drought.

My farm is the start of hills.  North of it is pretty flat, but to the south, there are hills that make it hard to have large flat fields, so there’s small fields, pasture, and lots of trees.

I’ll get back to the church in this image.

My son makes fun of me for driving like an old lady on gravel, but there’s a good reason I drive that slowly.  You never know what’s going to jump out in front of you.

Deer on the road

There’s a lot of old farms and old barns and buildings along this route.

I also get to go past this old church, in the middle of nowhere.  It’s the Union Chapel church which was founded in 1877.

It has a cemetery behind it.  Do you see those stones in the front–they are all cousins of mine.

In the old part of the cemetery, I have more relatives.

I have three sets of grandparents buried here.

Shelby Baker is my 4th great grandfather.

A bit closer to home, there’s the Clear Creek Wildlife Area.

Clear Creek Township is where my great-grandparents lived.  In fact, their old barn is still standing, but I missed taking a picture of it.  No wonder I love my hills.  I have deep roots in this area.

Odds and Ends of What’s Going On

27 Jun

Summer is such a busy time on the farm that I can’t seem to keep caught up with everything that’s going on.  Although, that seems to be true all year round.  The kids are growing and doing well.

Zinnia, Ivy and Jack-in-the-Pulpet

Glover

I’m still taking inventory of the big kids every night to make sure everyone is safe in the barnyard.

Chunky and Caroline

It’s getting hard to count because they just flop everywhere and don’t necessarily cuddle with their maa or siblings anymore.  They are also getting big, and I keep forgetting to count some of them or try to count my adults as kids.

Chiffon and LilyAnn in the midst of a bunch of kids

I think I’ve found the right food combination for the chickens.  It’s a good day when you get eleven eggs from the eleven hens, especially when this is the fourth year laying for over half of them.

We nearly had a traffic jam on the farm the other day.  My nephew was spraying the soybeans while his dad was moving the round bales.

The bales got put in the shed up north for this winter’s use.

Haley is still doing well.  Bless my son and nephew for holding her while I change the bandage.  Last time, I even trimmed her hooves.  I thought that might continue to encourage her to put more weight on it.

Haley

I think I mentioned that I finally got a push mower.

Sky checking out whatever this is that invaded his yard.

Between everything else and rain showers, I’m trying to reclaim my yard. That is also a never-ending project it seems like.  It’s also sad that it takes the mower, grass shears, tree loppers, and a machete to get the job done. But, I am making progress.

Pretzel had the hardest time figuring out how to nurse her maa.  She is so tall and Moira’s teats hang fairly low, and it just wasn’t working.

Pretzel nursing Moira

I think it was the first two or three days that I had to help her nurse before she could get it on her own. She has it figured out now, and that makes life much easier.

Finally, I leave you with three lazy llamas.

Odie, Aurora, and Maybeline

They have the pampered life!

Odds and Ends

23 Oct

It’s that time of year when I just don’t have time to blog (and take pictures) every day, so I’m doing almost all of my blog posts on the weekend.  That means I get behind in what’s going on.  Today, I’m just sharing a few odds and ends.

Friday, I gathered seven eggs from the chickens.  I have nine hens and nugget, but the two old hens don’t lay eggs anymore.  This is the variety I get from the hens.

Love all those colors!

My dad came out last week, and he put the new roof on the well house.  That’s a good job done.

Now I just need to re-paint the whole thing.  Sometime.  I don’t know when.

The buffer strip around my corn field got mowed again.

This will be the last batch of hay for the year.