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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.

Out For Breakfast

20 Jul

I didn’t think I’d see the fawn again once I got the goats off the front pasture, but it was out for breakfast the other morning.

Seeing it next to the fence, it might be a little while yet before it can jump out.  I will enjoy every sighting I get!

Oh Deer!

14 Jul

The day I put the goats out on the front pasture, I went out to take a few pictures for the blog.  I saw someone standing away from the rest of the herd and was a bit surprised when I saw who it was.

Now, I am not surprised at a deer in my pasture, but this one has lots of cute spots yet.  This is a baby.

This front pasture is goat-proof.  That means it is baby deer proof unless they can jump a fence or are born in there.  Yep, this little cutie is in my front pasture until it is old enough to jump the fence.  It cannot get out.  How do I know?  Well, ninety goats and a crazy lady invading your quiet pasture will make you try to get out.

It didn’t work. I really wasn’t chasing it; I wanted to know if it could get out. I left the poor little one alone and fixed fence to get the goats back out of there.  But I also had the thought that we’re in a severe drought.  I went back out to check and see if there was any water in the one place it might have to get a drink.  To my surprise the little one was back up under the oak tree.

Really, I wasn’t stalking the thing.  I just was checking for water.

I guess the baby had come back up for some shade, or maybe it was the company.

Although, we don’t seem too sure about any of the invaders.

It checked out the goats.

It checked out me.

Then it was time to decide which way was more scary because the poor baby was stuck between the goats and me.

Obviously, I am the more scary of those two things.

Or maybe not.

Because the baby decided it was not about to stay anywhere on the top of the pasture with us.  It took off to the bottom again.

Running by Reva and her kids

I put a water bucket out there where the water usually pools, so it should be likely to find it, and I shut all the goats and llamas off the pasture.  I might move the two bucks out there, but I’ll give the poor baby a day or two to calm down.  Hopefully, it gets big and strong and can jump the fence soon.