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Sawmill Skills? or a Smokescreen?

A forklift is a forklift. This one is much bigger maneuvering in a muddy uneven minefield, but I seem to be recalling enough of it to make all you former Tonka Truck owners jealous.

I think Tonka Trucks must have hit their “big time” very soon after I was of age as I don’t recall ever owning one. I think I was more of a Hot Wheels guy. I do recall touring the Tonka factory in Mound on some school trips. My younger brothers owned several though, that I am sure to have messed around with in the glorious mud. Those were the days!

Continuing the sawmill saga started a few days ago.

I didn’t get called back to the sawmill yesterday because the regular guy was back in the loader. I think it was a combination of being caught whipping around on the 4-wheeler later on Tuesday (when he claimed he had a bad back) AND seeing that Herman found a suitable replacement so easily. Kids these days…

Today being Thursday, I didn’t expect them to be operating but as I was finishing up breakfast for everyone, I was surprised to find Uriah, one of Herman’s sons, at our front gate asking if I had time to work a few hours. So much for my plans.

  • First off was a flatbed trailer loaded with large crates of apples that needed to be unloaded. The Amish are very community oriented and Herman ordered apples for their entire group so had 7 gaylords + a 55 gal drum loaded with apples waiting in his yard. I jumped on the loader at the mill and drove it down to Herman’s place to complete that task before returning to the mill. All of the other Amish were clopping by in their buggy’s all day heading for Herman’s to pick up their allotment. There will be a lot of canning going on soon in those households.
  • Back at the sawmill, 3 of Herman’s sons were going to process more cedar logs to complete an order for cedar posts they started previously. After cleaning up the yard a bit, I headed to the field behind the mill, where the cedar logs are “stacked” (more like dumped).

Check out how that went:

Apologies for the motion sickness. The camera was
mounted to my glasses and my head was on a swivel.

Once I had the mill head loaded up with enough logs to keep them busy for hours, I did some more clean up and was getting ready to hop back in the golf cart and return home.

Just then, a 1-top pickup swung in pulling another long (empty) flatbed trailer. It was a local farmer picking up his 3 bundles of 1x8s. This wasn’t something I’d normally be doing but the boys thought it would help to get those bundles out of the way so I agreed – after warning the farmer I was a rookie on the loader.

Of course that meant moving/shifting other bundles out of the way to get to his, but I managed to get them all loaded without damaging his truck or trailer.

All-in-all, it was quite a bit of “practice” – on my day off and I got home just in time to feed the feral cats their dinner and the chickens their afternoon treats.

One HUGE perk of all this is that while picking up the logs in back, I found one that was only 10 feet log that was embedded within the 16 footers. The boys said they couldn’t use it for that order but instead agreed to saw it up for ME. I requested 3″ (thick) by however wide they can manage out of that log (and it was BIG – a good 12″-15″ wide at the base). At home, I’ll be trimming off 3″ slices,1/2″ at a time and will be able to complete trimming out our house with that aromatic cedar. I’ve already completed the living room with what I had, but have the rest of the house to complete and was looking for a good deal on cedar before I could do any more. This will be ideal!


Sawmill Stand in

Yesterday, I stopped and talked to my Amish neighbor, who operates a sawmill across the road and south about 1/5 mile from us. Getting my answer about a future lumber purchase, he asked if I wanted a job. I laughed it off and we talked some more about stuff. As I was leaving, he said again “about that job…”.

It turns out, their loader operator tweaked his back and can’t work for a spell. They had someone else filling in there yesterday and I told him I would be willing for a few days/week if needed. That fill in yesterday wasn’t welcomed back because as I was feeding the chickens this morning, the regular loader operator (with the bad back) came down the driveway (very gingerly) on a 4-wheeler to inquire if I was ready to go to work. I was somewhat startled it was so soon but nonetheless told him I’d be right there.

Despite 30 years in IT, I’ve operated plenty of forklifts, skid-steers and the like over the years but never a big loader. But the concept is the same. The loader has big forks and you move a load just like a forklift would so no worries.

Within 20 minutes, I was in the seat and moving logs. It’ll take some time getting used to the controls and the weird steering but I figure by the end of the day, I’ll get a handle on it. Until then, I am just going slow.


Now home reflecting on the day, I was pretty happy how it turned out. Yes, I wasn’t anticipating “working” today so it messed up some plans I had and I really had to scramble to get all the critters fed and tended to. We have 1 hen with a broken femer (thigh bone) with her full leg in a splint plus another catatonic hen near death, not to mention 15 other healthy chickens, 9 feral cats, 2 domestic cats and the 2 dogs – all on “exotic” diets but I got it done.

The loader (above) is straightforward – just bigger than anything I’ve operated before (except for semi tractor/trailers). Yes, this was my first time operating them so I just took my time and was careful not to knock anything over or drop a log on anyone.

Issues (with the loader) I am working through:

  • Controls are opposite what I am used to. Typically, in similar equipment I’ve used, the lever to the left is to lift up and down and the one on the right is for tilting the forks forward or back. On this old Cat, they are opposite so that’s going to mess me up until I can retrain myself.
  • Invisible forks. You really can’t see the tips of your forks so need to rely on the boys (and their hand signals) to properly/securely lift the load. With the raw logs, it’s not a big deal but for the finished product (all securely strapped to blocks/pallets), you surely don’t want to dump one (and I never did but came close once before I recovered).
  • Articulated steering. Instead of a set of wheels (front or back) turning, the loader pivots in the middle to steer. This causes issues whenever you turn the wheel. Even standing still, if you turn the wheel, the entire front end (including what is on your forks) shifts side to side so you need to be mindful of that. As the day went on, I got pretty used to it and actually used that behavior to shift uneven loads side to side to my advantage.
  • Visibility is terrible! Adding to that is that it is an “Amish” sawmill and safety protocols are nonexistent with stray logs laying around at odd angles making maneuverability difficult. Moving logs with a much larger machine than I am used to (forklift) through that minefield made it challenging but I simply took it slow and steady with my head on a swivel. As the day went on, I cleaned up all those hazards and made it much easier to operate.
  • Let’s just say this Cat has seen better days.
    • No parking brake – when you stop to get down you need to drive the forks into the mud to keep it from rolling.
    • It has AC but I doubt it works since there is no glass in the front windows. The biggest problem with that is the deafening roar from the mill. Next time, I’ll be bringing ear protection. My ears are still ringing now.
    • Need to frequently add oil to the transmission to be able to shift it.
    • Likely low on hydraulic fluid as well, as the fork “tilt” would sag forward considerably so you need to constantly reapply the tilt (back) to keep your load on there.

Other than that, I have the luxury of running back home whenever needed to tend to things there. As long as I have the “head” of the mill supplied with the right logs to keep them busy and haul away the slabs (the outside pieces w/bark from the first cuts) to the burn pile and any finished stacks/pallets moved to their proper place, I am free to come and go.

It’s actually ideal and is exactly what I was looking for down here. The mill only operates 3 days/week (usually Mon-Wed) so the rest of the week is free for me for “farm stuff” and the commute there and back can be done in the golf cart.

I think I am going to like it. A major drawback is the unexpected timing. I’ll likely only get tapped when the regular guy can’t make it – which will always be last minute. However, they are extremely accommodating of my schedule. Today, I had to run into Summersville to meet a delivery truck for some produce we ordered (a monthly thing) but it coincided mostly with the morning break. In the afternoon, I had an installer coming out for a new internet provider and he came soon after we broke for lunch. Tomorrow, I have to run to Houston for my prescription and a few other things and Herman (the Amish owner) just said “we’ll work around whatever you have to do”.

And being Amish, they have l-o-n-g breaks. A half hour in the morning, 90 minutes for lunch and 20 minutes in the afternoon. Why so long? They are Amish so none of them drive – they walk everywhere, and only recently have they started to wear shoes/boots after going barefoot most of the year.

But, I really enjoy these guys. A good portion of them are Herman’s sons. He has (I believe) 16 kids, and we’ve always gotten along with them quite well – always a wave whenever you drive by. They tried to buy the farm we bought but it was out of their reach so they talked the seller into lopping off the “back 40” that they purchased, leaving the 20 acres we bought. I look forward to getting to know them better (as much as that is possible).

Hard workers? You wouldn’t believe how hard these “kids” work wrestling these logs around. It’s also sort of fascinating seeing how they “process” the logs.

See for yourself:

The pay is nothing close to what I was accustomed to but that wasn’t my goal. It’ll be more cash available for our needs but I wouldn’t make a career out of it. One thing I stated when Herman asked me was that I didn’t want to take anyone’s job away. They need it more than I do.

Thankfully, I am retired but this will keep me busy when I need to feel useful.

A Gloomy (but GOOD) Day!

We were forecasted to get ample rain last night on through Wednesday so I was prepared to not get much done outside for a few days. I have more than enough stacked up on the todo list to keep me busy so wasn’t the least bit annoyed – and we really needed the rain.

  1. First off was going through my drawers and closet(s) to pass on all those unneeded (and no longer fit, since I’ve gotten healthy again) items.

    This was something long overdue. Actually, I should have done this years ago before we moved but in the haste to complete that massive ordeal, I just boxed it up and hauled it down here, where we had MORE room to store everything. It turns out, it was quite the purge and filled 3 large boxes of dress shirts and pants, used jeans (that are now too big), numerous golf shirts, a dozen or so tee shirts and 2 winter coats.

    We donate this to a community thrift shop in Summersville called “Open Door” and the local community (including the Amish) uses it extensively. Remember, Texas County, where we reside, is the poorest county in Missouri. However, none of its inhabitants realize that (or complain) and they just do what they gotta do to keep their heads above water. Sherry, who has volunteered at the Open Door since the area churches alternate running it a month at a time, said they’ll be excited to get so much “men” stuff, since guys down here (like myself) wear stuff until it falls off. I was delighted to hear they even want paint or greasy stained items as I had plenty of that and thought were destined to the rag bag. However, there were also several things that were brand new and never worn – still w/tags.

    Now completed, I have an entire empty drawer in my dresser and AMPLE space in the closet.
  2. In the process of the purge, we raised the ladder to the attic access to bring down our winter stuff, which prompted me to modify the access “door” above the hallway by the bathroom and basement stairs. This was simply a white board loosely holding batts of insulation on top that you slide to the side when you need to get up there. I’ve always meant to modify so as not to be so messy and hard to position correctly when you are done so I started the process of crafting a hinged access door that will not only look nicer but be much more practical to use.
  3. Next up was medical care for one of our hens with a broken leg (femer/thigh bone). We had tried to splint the bone previously, but she manages to tear that off and still hops around aggravating the injury with her bad leg sticking out at an awkward (and gross) angle. After some research, we determined we needed to immobilize her so she can’t keep working against her healing. Our solution was a whole body sling that we strung across a empty wire dog crate/kennel. The kennel also serves to protect her from other aggressive birds who will naturally prey upon the ones that are sick or injured. We already had her separated in the “infirmary”, where all birds reside when they aren’t 100% but in her desire to remain social, she’d try to hobble outside and talk to her mates through the fence.

    This time when we re-splinted her leg, instead of just splinting the thigh bone, we used a piece of scrap 14 gauge romex wire, bent into a natural angle for her leg and wrapped in gauze the whole way down to her ankle. This will keep her OFF that leg and also prevent any movement in that leg until it (hopefully) heals. She seems to appreciate her new digs. We pushed it up against the fence of the battered hens shelter and likely feels much better – even though she is immobilized. She’ll surely have a limp forever but her spirits remain good, she’s still eating and drinking and still (was) a regular egg producer so we’re hoping this will get her back on her feet – no pun intended.

Paydirt and Predators!

Sherry wanted some dirt to refresh the coops and lacking any, I ventured out with the tractor and a box blade and started scraping the NE corner of our open field. I chose this area because it is where we will eventually have a sanitary lagoon for any future building and the more dirt I can remove now, the less will need to be done when we tackle that project.

However, once I got the grass out of the way and started scraping, we found a mother-lode of rich black dirt – no rocks. Considering the rest of our property (including the garden) appears to be class 5 (road base) gravel, this was a huge and pleasant surprise. With more than enough to do the coops, I just kept scraping and now have a sizable pile for our planting and future needs. The best part is when we need more, I can just scrape it up and keep making that pit deeper. It was quite the pleasant surprise for us.

That was a bright spot for a day that didn’t start off so well.

Earlier, like every morning, we let the chickens out of their coops around 7:30 and fed them and refreshed their water(s). All 3 coops now share both “runs” as well as the entire fenced off barnyard area, which gives them a huge and safe (we thought) area for foraging, dust bathing and exploring the tall weeds we leave for them.

Sadly, later in the morning I was working out behind the barnyard and was alarmed to see the remains of one of our newest hens in the corner of the barnyard by the back gate. It was obviously killed by a predator that tried to drag it through the fence, was unable to and left it there partially eaten. We are unsure of what it was at this point. I’ve caught possum, racoons and skunks back there previously overnight. All are capable of that mayhem but they are usually opportunistic and typically will only attack a sleeping hen that is perched rather than an active one that can escape – as well as dealing with the rooster tasked with protecting the flock.

Also, this was a daytime attack and all 3 of those critters are mostly nocturnal. We are guessing this was the work of a fox. We’ve seen them back there behind the shop and barnyard, but in 3 years have never shown any interest in our birds. Now, my dilemma is that now that it has a taste, will it return to the smorgasbord for another entrée?

I guess I’ll be watching the girls closely for a while, with my rifle close at hand. Long term, Sherry is working with Cooper so he can be trusted to be with the birds unattended. He seems to be learning well so hopefully, he can become our LGD.

Exterior Wood Preservative

I wish I would have seen this a few years ago.

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In our location, we have access to nearly 20 sawmills within 10 miles – with a small Amish mill right across the road where I get a lot of freshly cut pine. That pine is not kiln dried or treated in any way so I need to work against warping (as it dries) as well as preservation going forward.

Up to now, my method was simply to get someone to paint eventually but that’s not ever a huge priority for me and some gates, fences and outdoor projects remain completely natural – with the expectation I’ll need to replace in a few years when they eventually rot.

I think I will give this a try. With a very modest “Cylinder Index” of only 30+/Rural, I will still certainly have a regular and ample supply of used oil available.


Reservation for the Martin Family

We put up a Purple Martin house in October of 2023. It was fun to construct and I planned to add a few more, once the Martins arrived. Unfortunately, last summer was disappointing as various other birds took the spots and there were no signs of any Martins present at all.

Well, the planets have aligned this year and we’re excited to have some new feathered residents to welcome to the farm. There seems to be quite a few of them and most seem to be fairly young – with only a few fully developed adults.

But they certainly seem to be enjoying the place and there is quite a bit of activity building nests inside with many birds coming and going continually. Close to sundown, they all take to the air depleting our area of flying insects so we are happy to have them around.

Initially, I thought we’d put up the house and be done with it. I have since learned there is a bit more to it. The houses need to be cleaned out after they migrate south. This one is bolted to the top of a 15′ 4×4 so I’ll be changing that design to make access easier. I’ve also learned about a threat to these beautiful birds by sparrows and starlings, who compete for nesting spaces as well as attack the very young in their nests. So I’ll be modifying the openings to deter those attacks as well.

They really are entertaining though. I must walk between the garage and the shop a dozen times a day and pass right under their house, where they all greet me and will then take to the air to accompany me on my trek. They are quite active and it’s a hoot to watch them during their swooping flights – chattering all the way.

It’s really an ideal location for them though. They are on the corner of the garden, just at the edge of our farmyard with 9 acres of pasture open to them right out their door. There are 3 (maybe 5) more locations around the garden where I plan to add more so I’ll be building some more houses this winter.

On The Job Training

Today was the annual springtime plumbing day. With an extensive above ground PVC plumbing network, periodic repairs are a necessity. This encompasses addressing freezing issues as well as upgrading for better functionality. Most of todays effort was to replace the line at the eastern edge of the garden. That line also feeds the southern edge and a simple garden hose has been temporarily bridging that gap since the previous piping froze and split.

Being the pack rat that I am, I utilized the pvc piping that I attempted to cover the pool with this past winter. That effort failed miserably so was glad to repurpose that piping where I know it will make things easier.

Luckily, I had many apprentices assisting me today.

Any time I bring the work cart into their run the chicks get excited and swarm all over everything I am doing out there. It gets to the point that there are so many clustered around, when it is time to leave I need to crouch down and make sure I won’t drive over any hiding underneath. They also like to stowaway in a cubby under the work deck in back and I’ve driven back to the garage to find them hiding under there.

Anyway, from our single outside water faucet located just off the back porch, I’ve expanded water access to reach all the essential areas of our operations with 27 faucet/access points distributed where needed.

Morning Chores / Critter Care

It gets busy at sunrise. Luckily, it’s only for a half hour or so AND it is entirely of our own design by spoiling our critters with gourmet feasts to no end.

Most “chicken folk”, throw the days ration of store-bought generic feed on the ground as they let the birds out of their coops. For us?

Prepare chicken feed:

  1. In a large bowl, add 7 scoops of organic/non-GMO feed.
  2. Add 3 hard boiled eggs and any eggshells used the previous day.
  3. Add a heaping tablespoon of cream cheese and or cottage cheese/yogurt.
  4. Add 8 good shakes of cayenne pepper (organic of course – as all ingredients are).
  5. Add 8 good shakes of oregano.
  6. Add 6 good shakes of garlic powder.
  7. Using a potato masher, grind up and mix thoroughly all ingredients.
  8. Set bowl aside.

Prepare feral cat breakfast:

  1. In a bowl, add scoop of cat kibble.
  2. Mix in about 1/3 of a can of mackerel/salmon or tuna.
  3. Sometimes, we’ll crumble in some stale white bread or buns.

Head out to the barn with both bowls. I first ring a cowbell as I walk out the back door to summon the cats and announce breakfast. I’ll typically feed the cats first so they stay out of the way while addressing the chickens. (The ferals also get another helping of the same at closing (coop) time, which is sundown).

Returning to the counter outside the front coop, for the chickens, I’ll scoop 3 cups of the feed mix into each of the 2 larger feeders, which are 4″ pvc pipe cut in half lengthwise to make 2 trays. Lacking protection from the elements, these go in the back chicken run/barnyard that is protected by the barn lean to roof.

As I venture to the back with the trays, this is when I’ll know if there is something in the live-trap I set out there (with peanut butter bait) overnight. More days than not this week, I’ve either trapped another possum or more often another skunk. If it’s a possum, I throw a towel over the trap and carry it to the back of the barnyard by the big gate. These are turned over to a local trapper who is releasing them at his farm, since he claims their numbers are way down (you could have fooled me). If I can’t reach him, I’ll release them in the National Forest up the road about 5 miles. However, if it is another skunk, they are humanely dispatched and I drag the trap over to the gate. Later, I’ll dump their carcass in the opposite corner of our property and the coyotes typically haul them away within a day or 2.

With that out of the way, once I place the trays in their holders, I fling open the barn door and the chickens rush out to feast.

Then, I’ll return to the front and scoop out 2 more cups of feed into each of 3 more trays (2″ pipe). 2 go into holders in the front chicken run. Depending on the weather, I’ll put on the “roofs” to these if needed. Then, I open the front coop door and that flock rushes out. Some instantly go directly to those feeders. Others rush to the back to eat out of the bigger ones with no roof, and a surprising number of them skip the feeders altogether and go out into the barnyard to find worms and bugs in the morning dew.

The 3rd tray goes in the middle chicken run, outside the infirmary and middle coop, which we call the battered hens shelter. This also gets a roof if needed.

With everyone in the barn now fed, I’ll check all the water stations and top off as needed. The chickens will get a 2nd helping as I replenish the trays from the remainder in the bowl around noon – usually 6 or so more scoops.

Meanwhile, the dogs are watching my every move in the morning because they know they are next. As I return to the house, they excitedly run to the front door for they know I’ll be coming out the front to retrieve their dishes from the porch. Once I do, they sit patiently at the door and will whine if I close it as they like to watch me prepare it. To pacify them during this, I give them each a pro-biotic chewy to munch on.

Prepare dog(s) food:

  1. In each bowl, add 1 tbsp of coconut oil.
  2. Add about 2 cups of veggies. These are the store-bought frozen variety and is typically a mix of carrots, squash, beans, cucumbers, broccoli, cauliflower etc.
  3. Add a large tbsp of cottage cheese or yogurt.
  4. One tbsp of raw ground meat. This is purchased from a local butcher shop and is labelled as “pet nutrition – not for human consumption” and is either ground chicken, pork or beef.
  5. I’ll also conceal a omega-3 fish oil capsule inside the glob of meat.
  6. Add 4 or 5 chunks of organ meat. We started with partially cooked beef liver but now prefer beef hearts since the liver is where toxins are filtered out. We’ve also used beef tongues when that is all that is available.
  7. Add 1 raw chicken wing, purchased frozen in a big 10 lb bag.
  8. Add 7 shakes of apple cider vinegar (about 1/4 cup).
  9. Add a cup of 2 of “organ juice” from when we thawed/partially cooked the organ from step 6 or will use organic beef broth when that’s all we have.
  10. The final topping is a sprinkle of frozen blueberries.

I’ll set their bowls down on the front porch and they both eagerly “wolf” them down. They both save the chicken wings until the end and will carry them off to their favorite places to munch and enjoy. In the evening (sundown), they simply get kibble – which is also their treat/reward during the day for frisbee time or other activities. They are very easy to bribe!

Prepare Luther’s food.

Luther is our remaining domestic cat who resides on the front porch, when he’s not out hunting. As I let the dogs out to pee at 5am, he is already there on his perch by the door whining for food, as his dish is often raided overnight by the ferals and is always empty by morning. So I will scoop him some kibble until I get some coffee in me. However, when I feed the dogs, he is ready for more but not more kibble. Instead, he gets a simple delicacy that is easy to prepare. In a small dish, he gets about a teaspoon of fresh tuna bathed in a good portion of hot water. He sips the water mostly but sometimes will eat the tuna as well.


Then, around 4 in the afternoon, the chickens get their “treats”, which is chopped lettuce/cabbage, a little more cottage cheese and then filled out with scratch grains. These are tossed around the barnyard while trying not to step on the crazy hens clamoring at my feet.

That’s it. That’s my morning. What do I eat? Who has time for that?
No wonder I am getting so skinny 😉

Changing Dance Partners

My transformation is nearly complete! It only took a little over 2 years, but I think this pretty much closes out the old version of me. I’m still a little sad about it but with limited resources and ever increasing demands, it was time to say goodbye to my girlfriend of the past 9 years. Being the classless pig that I am, I ditched my 19 year old sweetheart for an experienced 39 year old farm girl.

Although, I’d love to keep the car to drive the twisting, winding and hilly roads around here, but I just don’t have the time or dollars to keep up on all of the maintenance needed for a nearly 20 year old classic. It was maddening that although it always starts, runs, and drives great, what caused me so much trouble were always the stupid Mercedes gadgetry, that may have been cool to someone (like me years ago) but just isn’t worth the constant effort to stay on top of keeping it all working as it should, when the only remedy turns out to be hauling it to the dealer for another thousand dollar repair. I’ve survived this long on YouTube videos and some creative ingenuity to win a few battles, but unlike an unnamed eastern Europe dictator, it became obvious to me that I was losing the overall war without the funding to keep that battle going indefinitely.

This actually came out of the blue and wasn’t at all expected right now. I had listed the car for sale as recently as last June for $14k – not really expecting any action but just to test the waters. In that ad from June, I mentioned possible trades for farm equipment since my only options now are a zero-turn mower, a few small trailers and an extremely overworked golf cart that simply refuses to fail.

At that time, I only got a few scammer responses, as well as a young, single mother who wanted a sweet looking ride as her “daily driver”. I felt I had to respectfully decline her offer, stating that this wasn’t the car for her situation.

Well, whaddaya know? Out of the blue came a FB message from a dealer in Arkansas that was interested in a trade. I asked for details of what he was offering and suddenly got very interested. Although, it seemed a bit small initially, researching the model (and learning what it can do), it seems to be an ideal fit for our needs.

Here is his ad listing the tractor that we agreed on for even up swap.

(click on the ad for full details)

After much research, this might be perfect for us. We have no real plowing needs. My primary concerns are tending to our field and moving spreading materials around without giving myself a hernia.

The loader will greatly ease the strain on my back hauling and spreading dirt and rock around the farmstead. We now desperately need about 4 truckloads of rock (they call it “chat” down here) to refresh the rutted driveway as well as add some new pathways to alleviate the mud issues we experience quite regularly.

The 60″ belly mower will address keeping our field tended initially (and save wear and tear on the 54″ zero-turn mower). Eventually, I’ll want to find a sickle mower, rake and small baler to provide us with enough hay for our operation as well as selling off the extra bales that are always in demand in this area.

This area of Missouri (Texas County) is very similar to Texas itself. There are
no croplands within 50 miles and it is all cattle/goat/sheep/horse grazing lands.

The rear box blade will assist in keeping those paths and roadways from becoming motocross tracks and will also help spreading/distributing the rock/chat.

Before this fell into my lap, I was resigned to settling (we are Missouri settlers after all) for a much older/tired International Farmall or ancient Ford model in the sub $2k range that may or may not suit our needs but still requiring the much needed maintenance to keep it running. And, although this is nearly 40 years old, it has very low hours and has been well maintained. As a bonus, this model (series) has quite favorable reviews and has been holding its value quite well. Best of all, it was produced before John Deere transitioned to the dark side and is still very simple to work on without requiring hauling it to the dealer.

Down the road, besides the baling options previously mentioned, some other future attachments I’ll be looking for (mostly at auctions) include:

  • A backhoe. I have many digging projects on my radar.
    • Additional septic/lagoon system for future dwellings.
    • Accessing our current septic tank and drain fields.
    • Ongoing drainage issues.
    • Rainwater retention.
    • In ground greenhouse.
    • Creation of a water-retention pond w/possible fish farming.
  • Possible cultivator for our garden. Although, I bought a good/used rear-tine walk behind tiller last fall that will likely suit our needs in the garden as we still only plant about 1/2 of the available space until we improve on our canning expertise.
  • A grapple would greatly ease the strain on me clearing/cutting firewood.
  • An auger would enable us to more easily expand our fencing.
  • I thought about a snow blower but decided we just don’t see that kind of snow in southern Missouri. Just a few weeks ago, they assured us we’d get dumped on with 14-16″ inches forecasted and we ended up with 4 1/2″ – that completely melted within a few days. I just made a path with my truck and neither of us had any trouble at all. If we do get that much snow, everything would be shut down and there would be nowhere to go anyway – until it melts. And we have everything we need right here. We now have about 8 dozen eggs sitting on the counter, as well as nearly 2 dozen chicken dinners tearing up the ground out back.

As far as dollar values go, the tractor was a priced a bit high (for a 2wd version) but we don’t need 4wd and my car isn’t exactly flawless either as I can no longer keep up with its constant maladies. Adding to the problem was there is little market down here for such an extravagance so I’d continue to have trouble selling it off, while trying to keep it maintained and sellable.

If I use that $9k mark he was listing the tractor for, that means I am selling the car for over half what I paid 9 years ago, and in this market, that’s pretty good. CarMax offered a whopping $3100 and Carvana an insulting $1929 (I never understood how those businesses can convince sane people to sell to them for 1/3 the actual value). Edmunds True Value lists the private party sale value at around $6500. Kelly Bluebook has it up around $7200.

All in all, this will solve multiple problems as it gets me much better equipment than I was expecting for my farm duties, as well as no longer needing to fret about further issues with the car. Now, I can fret about issues with the tractor 😉 But, at least it is much easier to work on – once I get up to speed on the how/why/what/where of this new (39 year old) machine.

So, I’ve convinced myself it’s all good.

The final determination will become apparent in the coming months but I have to start somewhere.

Comings (x3) and Goings.

They KEEP coming! make that x4!

After trapping 3 of the beady eyed critters in the past 3 days, I’d say it is once again, Possum season. Just like last year, the first was bigger (probably mama) and those that follow are the smaller youngsters. I believe last year, we topped out at 8 or 9 so I’ll continue to set out the trap each evening until they are gone.

When we first noticed them (again), they were inside the coop in the barn but likely were just stealing eggs and didn’t mess with the birds. They can do much damage and decimate your flock,… if the conditions are right. But, they are opportunistic and typically won’t mess with adult birds during the day when they are awake and alert. If they were to get in the coop (or inadvertently locked in) after sundown, they will likely attack the sleeping birds on their perches. We are doing a better job of “sweeping” the barn at sundown now but there would still be plenty of places to hide and remain undetected so we’ll see how that goes.

Like the others, these are being released at a local trappers property so he can restore their numbers (which seem fine to me). But now, I am having second thoughts. The trapper told me that the very first one (that was shot last year), yielded about 12 ounces of “possum oil” that he is selling for $60/ounce!!!

Apparently, possum oil is a valuable commodity in antique firearm circles
(cap and ball, muskets, muzzle loaders), as a superior lubricant that doesn’t
break down over time as other oils do. So now, I am looking for YouTube videos
on rendering wild game. And from what I’ve seen, it’s not too difficult. Ka-CHING!


And on the “GOING” side of things

Today we lost one of our Cinnamon Queen auction hens. She’d been sick for a few weeks so it wasn’t too surprising. When I fed everyone this morning, she was still upright but had such a terrible posture that I knew her time had arrived. She didn’t move and ignored the food I brought to her in the infirmary. When I checked on them a few hours later, she was already on her side and stiff as…. a chicken in the supermarket. So, I prepared a fire in the burn barrel and she is “cooking” in there today as I write this.

She had long stopped producing eggs so it was just a matter of time before we had to decide to cull her anyway. So thank you Lillian, for saving us the trouble.


Update: 2/13/2025
Any suggestions dealing with that exotic skunk “fragrance” wafting in the air?

After waking the past 3 mornings to another possum captured in the live trap each day, I could tell today would be different before I even turned the corner to enter the chicken run. Sure enough, I managed to capture Pepe LePew. This is the 2nd time now. Like the previous time, this one took the “22” train to skunk heaven. I feel guilty dispatching a caged animal but what else can you do?

It had already released its “olfactorical delight” (likely when the trap sprung shut) but I wasn’t willing to be bathed in it to humanely let it out. Then, I dragged the trap to the far corner of the barnyard and will dispose of it in the woods later.

But for now, everything reeks. The chickens came out to eat but quickly ran back inside the coop so we moved their food inside for now. It’s also pretty cold (15 now, high of 30) so using the hose is out of question. We had to change our clothes so they could be thrown in the washer and am certain our noses are retaining some of it – but it’s much more intense outside the barn and wondering if there was a powder that could be applied to absorb the odor.

The area where the trap was located is gravel and was up against a pile of hay being stored under the lean to for Sherry’s goat farmer/friend. I think I’ll try to scoop out as much gravel as I can. But there won’t be much I can do if the hay got sprayed – other than insist they take it now, instead of later.


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