Archive for March, 2013

So usually I write in the third person but I am finding that difficult.  It is difficult to express my true feelings when I am using the farmer this and the farmer that.  So you all get it….I, me, the woman, is the farmer.  I AM the driving force behind this journey we are on.  I am also very thankful for the FH (Farmer’s Husband).  He is a handy man, he is an intelligent man, he is a resourceful man and he is a brave man.  Two of those traits will be depicted in this post.   You can choose which two….Here on Butting Heads Farm we are expecting babies. Goat babies from four does.  That is a lot of babies and if you are new to the birthing scene it is scary as hell.  Okay, so as a woman I have been there, done that.  Had three bucks of my own, big ‘uns, too.  But I have never, never, never seen anything being born.  So being part of the nether end of the process is scary as HELL.  This is where FH comes in.  He has been there.  No, I am not talking about the births of his bucks. Although, he was there for that…, he worked on a farm for many years and has seen many a calf born.  Phew, someone with some experience on the other end.  Three of the girls are due within the next ten days.  The baby monitor is in the bedroom set to the loudest setting.  That way I can hear a mouse fart and run to the barn thinking it is a doe in labor.

Sooo, around 2:30 this morning I hear a loud keening sound. It was loud, I thought it was coming over the monitor.   Well, maybe it was not quite a keening sound as a yip.  See I want every sound to be a keening sound.  Keening sounds lead to goat babies.  Anyway, I ran to the window and listened.  Damn, that is a fox.  I yelled, “Hey!!” in my most intimidating voice and the fox, the sassy little shit, yipped back.  I ran down the stairs, grabbed a flashlight, put on my boots and headed out the door.  As I was running down the walk, a buck naked, somewhat overweight man ran past me barking like a dog.   The naked man runs across the road down the driveway, the motion sensor light on the barn kicks on….there in full glory is the FH barking like a dog.  The barking is supposed to chase off a fox.  Honestly, I do not think fox are that foolish and it is truly the sight not the sound that scares them off.  Gotta love a man that will run naked through snow, in 20 degree weather to protect the goats that are his wife’s dream.  Of course, you have to laugh really, really loud first.

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Futures

Today while thinking about things around the farm, the farmer got curious about the term futures.  If you don’t know exactly what futures are click here, be forewarned it is boring to tears.  You see the farmer didn’t know what they were, exactly.  But now she does know that she likes her definition much better:

Futures, /hōp/, noun:  Hope.

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This year’s replacement layers.

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A new, smaller milk bucket for the new mom’s.

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Tomato seedlings, reaching for the light.

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This is Miss Junie B.  Junie B. ready to bust.  Look at that belly!!

These are what futures look like to this farmer….what do futures look like to you?

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I Told You So

A lot has been going on here on the farm.  Well, at least it feels that way.  Some good. Some, hopefully, not as bad as the farmer is freaking out about.  You see she has four does that will be kidding in the next month or so.  The farmer is excited, beside herself excited.  But that happened last year, too.  And then nothing.

Last year was the first year for BHF in the  goat breeding department.  Matilda was taken for a driveway breeding.  For those of you new to goat breeding, driveway breeding is when a goat is transported to another farm and serviced by a buck and transported back home.  So sounds like prostitution doesn’t it?  Matilda was brought back home and the wait began.  Does are pregnant for roughly 150 days.  The baby monitor was set up in the bedroom 2 weeks before the anticipated delivery.  If a mouse farted in the barn the farmer was up and out the door.  This went on for 2 weeks, the due date came and went and then 1 more day and then another day.  The farmer was devastated.  Matilda had never been pregnant.

This year will be different.  This year the farm has its own johns.  James with the Giant Peaches bred Junie B.Jones, Amelia Bedelia and Fern.  Skippy Jon Jones took care of Olive.  Junie is due first.   The farmer noticed that Junie had a discharge from her girl parts and Amelia had very runny, goopy eyes.  Farmer quickly went to the computer and googled the symptoms.  Oh my god, they have chlamydia!!!!  A call to the vet ended with the call being disconnected and an attempt to recall only went to the answering service.  The farmer waited until the morning, not that she slept much, and called again.   Thank god there are people out there who are calm and know what they are talking about.  Vet said that it probably is two separate issues.  Junie is probably just having a normal discharge  and Amelia is likely allergic to the new hay.  Yup, a goat allergic to hay.  They are to be watched for any changes.  But phew, for once the farmer is happy the FH is saying “I told you so.”  He always thinks she overreacts.  Here’s to hoping he continues to be correct.

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