Serendipitous Break Down

Thursday, when it was so hot and I found the chick and I missed the farmer’s market, the day started with my nephew coming to mow the bottom in the Back Forty to make my hay for the winter.  He made one pass by (when I took this picture), and then I never saw him again.  I finally sent him a text and asked if the mower broke down, and, sure enough, the clutch went out and he had to get a part for it.

As we talked, I suggested it was a good thing since we were going to get rain that evening and what he did cut was already nearly dry in the heat, and it would be hurt with rain.  He checked his weather app, which didn’t say rain, and I checked my weather app again.  It still said rain, and mine was correct.  We got a little under an inch of rain that night.

Then we had another half inch the next night.  I am glad that the mower broke.  Today, the rest of the bottom got mowed.

He finished the waterways too.

Round bales on the left are what came off the waterways last time.

You can certainly see the difference from what was mowed today compared to what got rained on.

Hopefully, we get it baled and inside before any more rain comes.

Myson, that’s your winter food. Quit dropping berries on it.

This will be my one cutting for the year.  We need at least four hundred bales.

Don’t eat it all, girls.

That should be enough for me and the two other people that wanted to buy some small grass bales.  I hope.  The dry weather has definitely had an impact.

I hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt.  I have this week’s items at the top of my side bar.

Sam’s Influence

I had to go look for some kids that had been left in pasture a couple days ago.  They were pretty easy to find, and they’re old enough I’m not sure why they didn’t just come back to the barn.    Anyhow, they did come after a little coaxing.

Caroline, Colt, Astra, and Jumbo

I couldn’t help but notice how they all have those pointy Saanen ears and white color.  Three of these (the fourth was in the grass beside the rock) also have wattles.  They are little carbon copies of their dad.  Hopefully, they’ll bring those Saanen milk genes to my milk room when I start milking his kids.

I hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt.  I have this week’s items listed at the top of my side bar.

Checking Pasture

I mentioned that we are really dry.  The weatherman has actually started using the d word–drought.  I don’t think we’re quite to that point here, but it’s really dry.  The rain we got last night will help, but there’s not another chance of rain in the next seven days.

Betty Lou in the marsh grass.

My nephew is planning on mowing part of the bottom to get me my hay for winter.  Luckily, I don’t need a lot.

I’ve barely started on what we baled last year; although, I’ve had to start feeding some to my old ladies because their little paddock is running out of green stuff other than creeping Charlie.

Helen

Luckily, I have way more pasture than I need for my goats and llamas.

You could lose a little kid out there.  Actually, they are noisy enough that they will yell for the herd and not get lost now.

Janelle

There’s still a lot of grass out there.

I hope you’ll come back to join me for Friday’s Hunt.  I have this week’s items listed at the top of my side bar.