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Unrest

This little farm has different seasons, as all farms do.

There is summer with all its glory. Weeding the gardens, feeding the multitude of animals, canning, milking and the list goes as long as the days are and beyond.

Summer transitions into fall.  School starts, back to work, broilers and pigs head to freezer camp.  Gardens are harvested and readied for the deep sleep of winter.  Wood is cut and split.  And the grand push to ready the Christmas season is on. Soap and lotion are made for the numerous  sale events we attend. The house is cleared out and set up for the home show in November, no small feat that.  The family calls it “hell week” and rightly so. Christmas comes and goes and we settle into winter.

Most would think that things would calm down after all that.  But stock has been depleted and more must be made for coming shows.  I never have time for spring cleaning so I winter clean.   People love to take soap and cheese making classes during the doldrums so many are booked usually on the same day the girls come into heat so I must juggle goat sex and meeting people for their class without smelling of Stanky Buck.

The later part of winter, I mean like the month of March. I rest.  Chores are at a minimum with only the goats and chickens to be done.  Milking does not occur now as the girls are dried off to give their energy to growing kids that are due in April.  Life is slower and easier.

The longer days of Spring and five, maybe six piglets will be arriving this weekend. The first batch of broilers shortly after that.  I need to start the tomato and pepper seedlings, too. Did I say that I have the whole month of March off, I guess I lied.

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The weather has been crazy this winter.  We had an ice storm a few weeks ago. The temperature dropped and the rain fell and froze on everything. There were power outages, many power outages.  We have two generators.  One to connect a multitude of extension cords to in order to keep the freezers and refrigerators cold and a second to power the well pump in the barnyard to water the animals.  We burn wood to heat our house so there are never any worries there.   As I had posted earlier it was cold, booger freezing cold and it was beautiful.

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The Grape Arbor

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My tractor

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Climbing Hydrangea

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Not a hog in sight,all snuggled in their hay filled house.

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Too cold to haul poop.

      This morning it was raining and freezing and the roads were treacherous.  By this afternoon the rain had stopped and it was 50 glorious degrees. So today we basked in the warmth. The warmth that uncovered all of the ice storm tree breakage on the lawns and made paths to any animal area a potential tail bone breaking fall.  But it was glorious!

      Overnight the mercury is once again going to plunge.  Tomorrow is supposed to be a cold 19° with gusty winds.

     I wonder, what next…

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Glitter and Ruby Red Shoes

Here it is snowing again.  It is not supposed to amount to much, but the farmer is sick to death of it.  It does make things look pretty and sparkly kind of like glitter and just like glitter a little goes a long way.

A friend of the farmer posted this on Facebook:

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This was the farmer’s response:

Damn, it is spring in the farmer’s  head. It is one of those days when if she tries hard enough, closes her eyes, clicks her bare heels together and repeats this three times “There is no place like garden soil, there is no peace like weeding alone, there is no thing more satisfying than home grown”  it would be May.  So readers close your eyes, breathe deep, do you smell soil and green things.  If not repeat the above and believe, just believe.

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A Lilly in the Snow

The girls and boys venture outside for the first time since the blizzard.

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A Maine Adventure

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Winter farming is usually not too bad.  It is cold. There is snow. However,  Maine this year has been very short on snow. Until this storm, the BLIZZARD. the storm that has shut everything down.   Yesterday you couldn’t even take a Maine adventure and shop at Reny’s.  They closed at 2 p.m. It seems the only ones working are plow guys and farmers.   Snow, no snow. BLIZZARD or not; chores must be done.

A Maine adventure BHF style.

Carrying pails and slop across the road was easier with the use of a sled, but the stuff kept tipping over, not sure how many stale slices of bread are in the road.  Water was frozen, more pails to sled across. Every barn door needed to shoveled before entering.  Getting into the pig pasture was interesting, there is usually a very definable  line.   The smells like bacon when a pig touches it don’t get anywhere near electric fence.  The fence  is now under a shit ton of snow so one must grope along the side of the pig house with a 5 gallon pail of slop and find the end and step over.  Then there was the search for the feed tub.  It is a good size tub.  You could bathe a small child in it.  Nowhere to be seen, no lump in the snow either.  It was dark though.  So the shuffle began in snow up to the farmer’s steam hole, tripped on it the second time around and almost landed on the aforementioned very hot electric fence.  Never did find the water tub, just waited and filled the feed tub with water when the pigs were done eating their few slices short of a full slop pail breakfast.  Anastasia and Drizella made a very brief trip out to do their business, grab some slop and water and then back to bed for them. IMG_0135
While Miss Olive was being milked, snow was blowing in under a section of the eaves. just a little and with classical music playing, the girls munching quietly and those bits of snow sparkling like fairy dust it was almost magical.  Now if only the farmer could bippity bop the snow away.

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