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A Perfect Day

29 Oct

Saturday was such a perfect day that I spent most of it working outside.  I finally got to move the pile of brush from where we took out the old yard fence.

I moved it to the garden to be burned.  Which means I had to shut Harley and the boys out of there.

Harley, Pluto (back) and Anubis

I had to bring the Ranger in for one very large root and tree.  Sky got his first Ranger ride.  I’m not sure that was smart, but I’m not sure which was more dangerous–having him beside me in the Ranger or running around like a lunatic while I was trying to drive.  By the way, I LOVE my new fence!

Sky

I also got the tomato cages all removed from the garden and hauled to the north shed.  That seemed to make sense since I want to put my garden up there next year.

 

I also did some other yard work and hauled a bunch of the mess from the old fence to the recycling dumpster.  If only I had another solid week of this perfect weather and I got to stay home for it, I might get caught up a little bit.

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Goats in the Garden

8 Sep

Lately, I’ve had a hard time with the three kids up north with Harley.

Antigone

A combination of the copper issues and horrible weather has lead to some pretty nasty diarrhea.

It’s a good thing Pepto Bismol tastes yummy.

Pluto

They are improving, so I decided that I’d give them a fresh browsing area.  Since I had already put panels across the yard to keep the dog out of my garden, I decided to let these few goats in to eat it down.

It didn’t take long for them to start eating the weeds and shrubs after I opened the panel.

Anubis

I did pick some tomatoes and okra before I let them in.

I might still get a bit more before they eat it all down.  There’s quite a bit of grass and shrubs along with garden plants.

Harley (with kids in the background)

Pluto, Anubis and Antigone

I’m hoping they start with the stupid morning glories.

There should be enough here to keep them happy for a while.

The End of Summer

19 Aug

I’ve said it before:  the end of summer–from the first of August until the true start of fall– is my least favorite time of year.  It’s when the grass is getting eaten down and the risk of worms in the goats increase.

Margarita

There’s still green everywhere, and I still have to try to keep the yard mowed, and it’s also the busiest time for trying to put up the produce.

plums

This past week, I canned my first batch of roasted tomato sauce.  I still have several batches of sauce to do and some cold packed tomatoes also.

I’ve begun milking in earnest now, and I’m getting about six quarts of milk each day, so I’m working hard to make sure it all gets processed into yummy foods.

draining feta cheese

I’m also working on getting enough frozen for next year’s kids.

Anubus

It’s very easily the busiest time of year for me on the farm (with the exception of the crazy week of spring break babies), and I enjoy so many of the things going on (except the worms).  Then, in the middle of it all, I have to go back to teaching.

I’m not ready.  I’m never ready to leave everyone and go back to a full-time off-farm job, but after twenty-five years of teaching, it gets harder and harder.  As the herd grows older, it seems like I’m constantly evaluating who I can’t leave home all day, and do I need to have someone euthanized because of their risk of falling and getting stuck down.  I don’t have anyone at that point this year (thankful for that).

Vixen

I’m trying to figure out how I will get everyone their supplemental feeding when I’m going to be gone all day because I’m still building Aurora up and giving extra care to some of the goats struggling with the lack of copper.

Aurora

There’s so much to be done, and it’s hard enough to get it accomplished when I’m here all day.

And my dog and I are going to have a hard time being separated from each other for the whole day.  He’s been glued to my side (or sitting by the gate) the entire summer.

Sky

If my posts become shorter, you’ll know it’s because I’m frantically trying to get everything done and I’m back to work too, wishing I were home.