Showing posts from March, 2011

Wordless Wednesday-Waking up is hard to do.


Friday Farm Fotos: Broody

It's springtime on the farm.
To a banty (or bantam) hen that means only one thing- time to hatch some babies.
It doesn't matter if they are sitting on their eggs, someone else's eggs, eggs that are bigger than their bums can possibly cover,
NO eggs..... These broody girls are dedicated to the cause of motherhood.

Welcome to the Poor House

I usually don't discuss current events in my posts because I like for my blog to be a happy place to visit.... but we're feeling the pinch of the bad economy around the farm these days. Those of you who have any kind of animals, whether it be cats, dogs, or farm critters know feeding them is not cheap- and getting more expensive all the time. Our feed bill is becoming higher than our grocery bill and it's not that our animals are eating more because we carefully ration everyone's feed to eliminate waste- but the price of feed is going through the roof. Grain prices have almost doubled in the last year.... a bag of scratch feed for the chickens was around $7.50 just a year ago- now we're paying over $11 a bag and layer mash (which is vital to the hens egg-laying parts) is an unbelievable $14 a bag. The sheep feed is also higher than it was just a few months ago, but thank goodness the pasture is starting to green up which means the sheep will be eating mostly grass …

Wordless Wednesday: Sweet sunshine


Friday Farm Fotos: Looking for greenery

The sheep are starting to venture out into the pasture more these days, snatching up every little fresh green sprig that pops up. And after eating dry hay for the past 4 months, I can't say that I blame them....
It's such a funny sight to see- they all come out of the barn at the same time, then split up to check their favorite spots.
Sweetie and Tiny head straight for the bottom of the hill....

While Lucy's twins, who are inseparable, go to the very far end of the pasture.

Meanwhile, Baby, Molly, and Dolly cover everything in-between.

Fret not, my little woolly flock, Though dreary it may seem.... Soon all of the brown will disappear- And give way to a field of green!
(And I do hope it's soon- we're almost out of hay! *Yikes*)
Happy Friday everybody!

Home Time Tuesday: Chess pies, chickie bags

Mr. and Mrs. Barn Swallow are back to hatch some spring babies, and are rebuilding their nest of mud and leaves in the highest peak of our hay barn.

Happy Tuesday, all... we had rain most of the weekend, so the fence we were working on last week hasn't been touched since Friday. We'll have to wait until the ground dries out before Hubby can get his tractor in the yard without the tires tearing it up... so for now, we're holding our breath the cowsstay home.

From the Kitchen:

Since I always have a surplus of eggs I'm constantly looking for new recipes that feature them as one of the main ingredients. One of Hubby's favorites is an old-fashioned Chess Pie recipe I found in a church cookbook several years ago. I make it at least once a month, sometimes more... it's not a very rich pie, and occasionally we will have a slice along with breakfast.
Chess Pie 3 eggs 1/2 cup milk 1/4 cup half and half (or use 3/4 cup milk instead of 1/2 cup) 1 cup sugar 1 tsp vanilla 1 tbsp cornm…

Friday Farm Fotos: Bovine Barrier

This edition of FFF is a little later in the day than I usually post, but Friday is errand day around here and *gracious* did I have a bunch of them this time.
Hubby took off yesterday and today to start building a fence. Not just any fence, but a Bovine Barrier. (I came up with that catchy name all by myself. *tiny squeal*)   After the rather disappointing meeting with Cow Man we decided to take care of business the best way we knew how- by putting up an obstacle that a herd of wayward heifers cannot cross. We've wanted to put a wood fence up in front of the house for a while now to match the one on the other side of the driveway where the sheep pasture is located, so we figured there was no better time than now, since you never know when you'll have... ahem... unexpected visitors. Plus, I'll be able to let the chickens out to roam more freely without worrying about stray dogs coming through the yard.
An auger makes easy work of digging holes.

The fencepost process goes like…

Just call me Cow Patty.

I love routine.... I'm happy when every day is the same with no mishaps or disasters. And I always take for granted that when I have to be away from home for a little while, I will return to find everything just as it was when I left. Not anymore. Sunday morning started out like any other- I woke up early and took Lily outside while Hubby fed the animals; we ate breakfast, then got ready for Sunday meetin' and we left.
While we were gone, we had some visitors.
Of the bovine kind.

Flashback to last summer:
Early one June morning, Hubby had left for work and I was settling in to my daily routine when I heard Smokey barking and going nuts. I looked out the back window but saw nothing that seemed out of place. I went to the side windows- once again, nothing out of the ordinary.
Then I went to the front window, and saw 10 or 12 cows in the front yard,  meandering their way up to the porch.
To say I freaked out is an understatement.
I called Hubby and frantically asked him if he knew wh…