From the Mouth of Babes

My friend stopped by for a visit today and brought her five year old granddaughter, Carmen. I took her into Tom's office with me to get her some paper to write on. Short conversation ensued.

Carmen, "This is a messy room."

Me, "I know!"

Carmen, "Who made this mess?"

Butchering Season

I mentioned to Tom that we should look up information on the correct time to butcher goats. One of our friends had a wild hog butchered at a place in our town, so Tom is going to find out if they butcher goats, too.

I googled it and found that about nine months of age is the time. Tom said that he read for Boer goats it's six months to a year. In any event, it is time. Pansy's boys are ten months old.

I've been dreading this. Hopefully, Tom can just take them to the butcher and bring them back in packages. Oh.

Whaaah!

Trying to weed the garden with a cat or two is nearly an impossible task. They can't just be "nearby", they must be right where your face or hands are at all times. Digging out a weed? Try getting past the cat body first.

And then, here comes Harry. He has to chase the cats all over the garden. Not out in the pasture. No, in the garden. And then, when I tried to chase Harry out of the garden, where he was plowing around like a tractor, he decided it was a game and called for more running and plowing. I was so mad at him that I threw the only thing I had available...my favorite pair of pruning shears that were in my pocket.

I threw. I missed. Harry said, "Nah-nah nah-nah naaaah-nah!" I saw the shears land on the other side of him, but when I went to pick them up...they were gone. Disappeared. I searched and searched. Tom used the big magnet-on-a-pole thingy (that we use to pick up nails and stuff ) to search and he didn't find it either. I know they are there. Somewhere. Rusting.

My Task This Week

Since we couldn't finish mulching the garden and the weather has been so beautiful, I decided that I'd work on cleaning up the fence line by the road. I've got about 3/4 of it done, but what's left to do is the hardest part - the part where I can't really mow during my weekly summer mowings because the ground is so soft and uneven, the mower gets stuck. The tractor get's stuck, too. So the weeds grow huge and out of control.

These are before and after pics.

Fine Specimens

These are a couple of our roosters. We have three Rhode Island Reds. I don't know what kind the white one is. He's the one that was given to us by a neighbor. We thought it was a hen up until just a month or so ago when he started exhibiting his distinctly roosterly behavior and growing big glossy tail feather. The red one is the fattest rooster and seems to be the dominant one, too.

The Results of Wood Chipping

We were able to get about half of the garden mulched before the wood chipper broke the final time. It smells like a big hamster cage that has just been cleaned.

Farm Equipment Manufacturers...Bah!

Is it possible....for any farm equipment manufacturer...to make a product that doesn't break every time it is used?

I mean, it isn't like this is a new industry or like they haven't had time to get it right.

I'm telling you, every time Tom goes out to work with any farm equipment, it breaks.

Latest example...the wood chipper. Tom uses it to chip up wood and make mulch for the garden. A few months ago, he had chipped a few truckloads and we finally got around to spreading it in the garden this week. So he went out to chip more. He started chipping, but it didn't seem to be working very well and he decided he needed to sharpen the blades. Take machine apart, sharpen blades, put it back together - a couple of hours gone. Then it worked great and he was able to get another truckload chipped. We got that spread and he went to chip more. Then a belt broke. Take machine apart, replace belt, put it back together - another couple of hours gone. Then he started chipping again and a MAJOR part breaks.

Tom has spent the last couple of days taking the chipper apart to get to the broken part, which will not come off easily. Then he has to order the needed parts and put it back together.

This is how Tom has spent his week.

Fabulous Fifty

It's my birthday today. I'm 50. Ugh.

This is my birthday present from my very best friend from high school. My -- Main Street dragging, screaming over boys, crying over boys, going barefoot to the movie (what were we thinking? It was HER idea!), horseback riding, yakking all night, cutting class to go shopping, lamenting our single status, going to a concert and staying 10 minutes, arriving late and leaving football games early, be there for each other no matter what -- gurl fren'.

Baby It's Cold Outside

Our pond is frozen all the way across.

It has been below freezing for over two days. Everything is frozen. It's horrible. I'm ready for summer.

Hello! What's This?

I announced a few months ago that the last of the goldfish was gone - probably eaten by the raccoon that hangs out around that water bucket. I have seen neither hide nor hair...nor scale of any goldfish since that day. I've even emptied the bucket, washed it out and refilled it. No kidding!

So, it's freezing here and the livestock's water buckets have frozen. So today I sent Tom out with a bucket of hot water to pour into the buckets so the animals could have a drink. He went out and poured the water for one bucket, went and dumped the ice (and little bit of water) out of the other, then came back to the house for more hot water. I went out with him and while he was pouring the water in, he looked over at the pile of ice and said, "Hey! There's a goldfish!" And it's tail was flapping feebly.

He quickly scooped it up and put it in the water. It was able to swim around, but barely could stay upright. So, if we didn't kill it from dumping it out on the ground to suffocate, we might have killed it from putting it in the hot water.

So, where was that little fish hiding all this time?

No, really...

...it's not a guinea pig; it's not a tribble. It's a dog.

Mochiko

And you thought yeeeew were the cewtest.

Meagan's new pomeranian puppy.