HA! File that under biggest lies I’ve ever told myself. Baby cows drink SOME milk. And eat hay. And steal their mommy’s grain. They’re ravenous. Which explains their explosive growth rate, but I certainly did not account for feeding the little creatures big cow food throughout the winter.Continue reading “Baby Cows Drink Milk”
As a one time FFA enthusiast and sometime conservation biology student, I try to do things right here on the farm. Low chemical use, select cutting of trees (except gum trees. They get ALL the chemicals and ALL the cutting), etc.
So when it came time to overseed our pastures, our first year I did so by hand in the small area that we could spare to leave alone. Spoiler alert, I simply blew about $50 in seed and had a really fun afternoon casting it out.Continue reading “No Till Drills”
This is my first year ever putting in a fall garden. Though, when it is still over 90 some days, can we really call it fall?
Aside from the traditional greens, carrots, peas, and broccoli; my father-in-law recommended we put in green beans and purple hulls as well. I was not convinced at first, as I was certain they wouldn’t thrive in the cooler weather.
I am so happy to report how wrong I was! While the purple hulls are still under attack from black ants, they do look better than the spring crop.Continue reading “Fall Gardening”
Well, we’ve hit a milestone. It has been 8 days now since our older calf, SirLoin, has made an escape. We added six strands around the remainder of the pasture, and he STILL got out last Tuesday. He was using our handy dandy walkthroughs, which have now been blocked off. I think that has fixed the problem. If not, veal anyone?Continue reading “8 Days Post Outbreak”
And it was blessedly uneventful! To be fair, we had two cows, so is that really even a season? I am so thankful that our second calf was born and that neither cow needed assistance in the process. It is quite lovely to just go into the pasture and see a newborn baby!
Everyone, meet Patty Melt!Continue reading “Calving Season is Over”
Saturday was chicken processing day. It’s been on the calendar for months. And a more perfect day we could not have asked for. Cool, overcast, and slightly misty. We ended up processing 12 birds, and along about numbers 7 or 8, my neighbors called to say that SirLoin had escaped. Again.Continue reading “Calf Fencing – Round 2”
Calf Proof. What an oxymoron. They are liquid. More-so than a cat I believe. Our first farm calf was born around the end of June, and he really is a doll baby. We steered and tagged him at 4 weeks old, but otherwise we leave him in his momma’s capable care. He acts like he has two mommas, since he hangs out with our other (pregnant) cow more than his own it seems.Continue reading “Fabulous Fencing Tips (Farm Fence, Not Fence Fence)”
Summer used to be my favorite season. Long days, swimming, vacations, swimming, no school, swimming. You get the idea. After adulthood came along and I had work year round (the unfairness of it all!) with no swimming breaks, summer lost some of its appeal but was still my favorite.
Anymore though, I think I am becoming a fall person. The summer vegetable garden was green as could be (thanks to the garden hose) but simply did not produce. Even our peppers, which are supposed to love the heat, have been dismal. We’ve received just enough rain so the grass didn’t die, but the pastures are pitiful.Continue reading “Summer must be winding down”
Well, my apologies to the previous owners of this farm. They did not in fact concrete the water pipe all the way past the coupling. They did run rebar that far though.
As I knew he would, my dad knew exactly what to do and we got everything dug up in one afternoon and didn’t even harm any abs pipe!
Now if only we could find a spigot in stock…
When you buy a house, you hire a home inspector and expect them to know what they’re doing and tell you if you’re in for big trouble down the road. However, don’t be an idiot (like me). Research every single thing on that checklist for yourself. Today, I want to spin the saga of what can go wrong when you don’t cross check the important things. Today, we tell the tale of a lonely water supply well in the middle of a horse pasture that no one checked the details on.
Once, there was a well, a hand dug well, next to a house. The owners of the house had animals across the property that they loved dearly. When the hand dug well apparently ran dry from the approximately 1,000 ft of hose pipe that fed the barn with the dearly loved animals, the owners dug a new well. A mechanically drilled well. Near to the barn, and had piping run all the way back to their house. 1,000 ft away.Continue reading “Of Water Wells and Family Ties”