Posts Tagged ‘Maine’

Here in the Central Maine we are experiencing an ice storm.  Ice storms can be nasty.  Everyone from here remembers the ICE STORM of ’98.  The storm as predicted started last night.  However, this morning was not near as slippery as yesterday morning.  The driveway, the path to the barn, was covered with a glass like sheet of ice.  The steps to every out building was coated with a treacherous layer.

The hog area is slightly sloped and in the excitement of impending slop two hogs went down.  Hooves slid and thud, down they went.  They are somewhat like Bumbles and bounced right back up.

In comparison, yesterday was a 2 pig down on the iciness scale where today was a 0 pig down.  But, I am betting the traveling is worse.

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Maine the Way Life Should Be.  That is our state slogan.  Many people visit our great state.  Tourist season starts around Memorial Day and continues through Labor Day.  Lines are longer most anywhere you go and we grumble but tourists help offset our taxes with the monies they spend while visiting.

However, the tourists I am talking about are from away.  Places like Colorado and Japan.  If you are a gardener you know the visitors I am talking about.  They arrive around the 4th of July and stay until the gardens are about harvested.  Yup, I am referring to the dreaded Japanese Beetle and the Colorado Potato Beetle.  Voracious eaters of the worst kind.

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The Colorado Potato Beetle attacks my potatoes every year with an appetite rivaling my 15 year old at a KFC buffet.  I religiously scour my rows upon rows of spuds with a container of soapy water and brush the buggers into it.  I mean tourists come for our water, right?  This year there have been fewer of the adult beetles but a cubic shit ton of larvae.  Now how you can have one without the other is a question that I have been pondering lately.  I am assuming they have been fornicating in the cover of darkness, laying their eggs and heading to Mt. Katahdin before I can send them to the Soapy Beach.

My other nemesis:

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These guys love my raspberries.  I have given my grapes up to them but, noooo they want my razzes. Using the same method of control as with the potato bugs I attempt to at least put a small dent in the population.  When brushing them into the suds I always, always look for the orgies.  I mean I might as well get more bang for my buck, too.  When there are only two doing the nasty, I aim for both, but definitely want the bottom bug.  She will lay the future bearers of destruction.  These things live to eat and fornicate, I wonder how many men in the world have wanted to come back as Japanese Beetles.  Hmmm, perhaps that is why there are so many.

How do you control your “tourists”?

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People often ask, “How long does it take you to do chores?”, “Is it hard?”, and the famous “Don’t you hate doing chores?”.  Answers to the first two are what this post is about, the third one well, hello if the farmer hated it she wouldn’t be doing it.

This afternoon the farmer took pictures to document chore time.  Mind you, she has her hands full and photography is not her strong suit annnddd the pigs were done and all water was already hauled, thanks to the FH and sons.

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Teat wipes

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Teat dip

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Milk Pail

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Egg Basket

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Bogg Boots (It’s Maine and it is snowy and cold)

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Hat and gloves (sharpied with Mom so the Farmer can claim them when borrowed by others)

Trek across the road is complete:

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Hay and grain for the bucks, Skippy Jon and JamesImage.

Drizzy and Anna happy as two pigs in…well, in snow, with full bellies.

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Gather eggs, feed and water chickens.

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Grain and hay for Olive, Junie B., Amelia, Fern, Willy, and Lilly

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A very close picture of cleaning a teat before milking.

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Milking

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A bad picture of teat dipping, a bad picture because Miss Olive abhors having her teats dipped even though the Farmer spoils her and keeps the dip in the warm house.

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Animal crackers, treats, oh, beloved treats.

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The fruits of afternoon chores.

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Miss Olive is all done and so is the Farmer.

Chores a tutorial in pictures.  Brought to you today in 15 degree weather, light snow and bright sunshine. When the stars are all in alignment and the water is not frozen and everybody decides to stay in their designated areas chores take about a half of an hour.  That is with one milking doe.  Chores are not difficult.  There is water to be carried 15 gallons morning and afternoon,  the hardest part may be climbing out of a very warm bed and heading out of doors in the winter.  Though winter chores have their advantages, there are no flies, the farmer hates flies more than Miss Olive hates teat dipping.

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