Category: Farm Life (Page 2 of 4)

This is where we’ll show off our paradise and the changes/improvements we are making to it.

Hen-steria!

On our journey for a more perfect planet (and a desire for more eggs), we decided to add some more hens to our flock. Egg production has been down to 1-4 eggs/day out of 11 hens lately (which isn’t abnormal for this time of year). But when we feed 1 or 2 back to the flock in their feed each day, that doesn’t leave many for us. So now that we’ve got our current flock of 13 pretty much under control, it was time to expand.

Seeking to avoid another batch of auction birds, that are often factory hatched, typically received in poor health and are often bred specifically to produce fast out of the gate, but with little sustaining ability, we knew that now 2 years into it, we needed some new blood to keep up production.

In talking with others, we want to get to the point where we can just keep rotating new birds in and, for lack of a better term, cull the older “class” or group when their production drops. I am still not proficient processing them but each time it gets easier so will keep at it. None of these are “meat” birds so when “processed”, they’ll be destined for the freezer as future dog food.

Did you know…
The chicken (Gallus gallus domesticus) is the closest living relative to the Tyrannosaurus rex of millions of years ago? Thankfully, their diminutive stature keeps them from preying on us. As of 2023, there were 26.5 BILLION chickens sharing this planet with us!

Anyway, we got a tip from a couple at church, who told us of a home breeder/brooder in Pomona (about 40 mins away), so we made contact and arranged a visit.

On Saturday, we ventured over and saw a virtual chicken heaven. Dozens and dozens of beautiful birds, all free ranged and healthy so we picked out 9 young hens to bring home.

After moving our existing flock to the back 2 coops/runs, we settled the new girls in the front coop/run, since it is the most secure. Besides the quarantining required when introducing new birds, we wished to keep the 2 randy roosters away from them while they acclimated to their new surroundings.

Unfortunately, we quickly learned that area wasn’t as secure as we thought. Within 2 hours in their new home, a new arrival hopped over the entry gate and was free ranging in the yard. We managed to capture it and return it. Then, we added a barrier above the gate to prevent future escapes – or so we thought.

Live and learn. Within an hour, we had another escapee. This one was difficult to catch and ended up squirting through our yard fence and buried herself in the vacant property next door which is thick with brush and thorns. After a futile effort of trying to retrieve her, we gave up and guessed she would be some other critters dinner that night. I continued to check the fence line throughout the afternoon, hoping I’d see her again, but, there were no signs of her.

However at dusk, when we were putting the rest of the flock to bed, I glanced out at the driveway in front of the house and saw her pacing back and forth at that fence trying to get back into the yard. It was quite a happy reunion. We opened the gate and got her back inside, and returned her to her mates in the coop. This one will be named Emelia (Earhart) for her uncanny ability to disappear.

Lessons learned?

  • All of the 9 new birds had a wing clipped – although, this doesn’t seem to deter much. It may disturb their attempts to fly (straight) but doesn’t seem to inhibit their ability for the short leaps needed to scale the gate.
  • I literally had to turn their run into a fortress. It is already covered with bird netting to deter eagles and vultures but the flimsy lattice I initially added above the gate was reinforced so they no can longer jump up into it and have it bend forward (and down) so they can escape. After making the modifications, we enjoyed watching them leap against it – only to be rejected/bounced back into the run with no more flex to assist their escape.

We are hoping they’ll eventually give it up and figure out the best place for them is right where they are now. In a week or 2, we’ll open the internal gate (between the runs) and they can enjoy the whole barn yard with the rest of the flock. It’s always interesting to watch how the (now 20) hens sort out their pecking order.

We’ll see how that goes but we got 8 eggs today!

Bluegrass Serenade

I decided to have a little fun today. Fun for me anyway, since it doesn’t involve politics, chickens, dogs, kittens, haybales, rain or wind. I am dying to go see my new granddaughter but that has to wait a few weeks.

A few days back a friend posted a video of a bluegrass band performing the Christmas song “Angels We Have Heard on High“. My reply was that they can bluegrass almost any song and I am liking and appreciating those performers skills the more I listen with a preset in my truck to the Sirius Bluegrass channel.

The musicianship of some of these folk is astounding!

And since we are now living smack dab in the middle of hillbilly territory, I’ll leave it to the masters of the genre to tell that story – which is the reverse of our story.

But, did you know a vast number of popular songs have also been bluegrassed?

Below, I’ve compiled a list of some popular songs you very likely have heard played on the radio over the past 40 years in a way you’ve never heard them before. In listing them, I’ll include the song title as well as the artists who performed the original hits. You’ll see the artists performing them now as you view each one. Sit back and give them a listen and let me know what you think.

Sorted by (original) Artist/Song. Also noted are “live” performances where you can watch them play, as well as just “audio” w/lyrics, plus a few “instrumentals” as well w/no lyrics.

Here are a few more that aren’t really much different in their bluegrass outfits than they were originally.

There are many more if you just look. Some of the links above are compilations where you can discover additional songs. Now, after compiling this list I feel obligated to go make myself a playlist.

I close with one of my favorite renditions of one of the most famous bluegrass songs of all time – that is a hit on its own standing. This star-studded lineup performs it with the master who started it all.

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Banjo: Earl Scruggs
2nd banjo solo: Steve Martin
1st electric guitar solo: Vince Gill
2nd electric guitar solo: Albert Lee
Acoustic guitar: Randy Scruggs
Dobro: Jerry Douglas
Fiddle: Glen Duncan
Mandolin: Marty Stuart
Bass: Glenn Worf
Drums: Harry Stinson
Harmonica: Gary Scruggs
Piano: Paul Shaffer
Organ: Leon Russell

Just a few notes about this piece. Steve Martin disclosed he was petrified with performing with this group. But, he actually did quite well and you could see his immense relief when he made it through his solo. Marty Stuart got his start as a 15 year old musician with Flatt and Scruggs before he launched his own career years later so he was more than familiar with all of them. Paul Shaffer is,… well,… Paul Shaffer. I just hope he has a good chiropractor.

Thanks Liz for the inspiration – and diversion 😉

A Day on the Roller Coaster

What a roller coaster of a day!!!

It started with anger at the pardoning news.

Although I was disgusted, it was totally expected and am really only annoyed at those who continue to be OK with the daily BS we are fed and expect the rest of us to also happily swallow it without question.

From there it turned to alarm

as we learned mid morning that our daughter was being rushed to the hospital with late term pregnancy complications. We were somewhat prepared for such news but still set off a desperate scramble for Sherry to rush north to MN (a 10+ hour drive) around noon, while the roads in northern MO were still covered in snow. I had to remain behind to stay with the animals – which is the worst feeling ever.

Feeling that helplessness, I asked many for prayers today for all 3 souls involved (mother, baby and grandmother). My sibs, our other 2 kids, our church, a few local friends were all asked to pray hard today. They ALL came through!

At last, it was time for some joy and gratitude.

After an afternoon on pins and needles, about 3:30, I received a text from our daughter announcing our newest granddaughter had entered the world at a whopping 4 lbs/1 oz. She is tiny but she is a fighter. Both mother and baby are doing pretty well now, although they aren’t out of the woods quite yet.

I was still concerned with Sherry meandering her way north. Luckily, she had a “go bag” already packed and was ready to leap when needed but it was still a sudden departure for such a long journey. Add to that, she’s not a comfortable night time driver and half of this trip would be in the dark. I had calculated that she could make Ottumwa (half way) by sundown and the roads are considerably better the rest of the way but just wasn’t sure how much the snow may have slowed down her progress in Missouri.

And finally, some relief.

Finally, she called at about 7:45pm to let me know she just cleared Des Moines and was on I-35 heading north. That was a HUGE relief as that final leg is easy lighted freeway AND she sounded upbeat and excited to see the baby so I hoped the adrenalin will keep her going and all the prayers would keep her safe for about 4 more hours.

I only needed to wait for her text that she arrived safely around midnight and looked forward to some good sleep. That text never arrived so it was a bit of a restless night but woke up to her email explaining her phone died and she safely arrived at 11:15 last night after a smooth trip. Other than needing to replace her phone, which was garbage anyway, everything went off without a hitch. God is good!

Now, what am I going to eat?

Flabbergasting Feral Felines

Strange! We awoke this morning to NO (feral) cats. Insert your own inappropriate political/immigration joke here if needed but I’ll pass on that low hanging fruit.

Luther (our remaining domestic feline) is still hanging around on the front porch but the 5 feral cats have all vanished. Being feral, they often disappear but that’s 1 or 2 at a time out hunting and we always have at least 3 (usually 4) around at feeding time. Today’s breakfast is still sitting out in their pen wondering what happened to them. Every morning up to now, they are fed same time as the chickens and usually are lined up on the coop roof awaiting their breakfast.

I don’t know if they “sense” something in the area we should be concerned about and are hiding but none of the other critters, including the dogs, are acting weird.

It figures we’ve recently spent a couple hundred dollars getting 2 of them fixed with plans to do another as soon as we can catch it and get it in a cage (no easy task that we’ve failed at twice now).

Farewell thee Jackson (2007-2024).

The dark cloud hanging over the farm the past few weeks was the demise of our long tenured ranch boss Jackson, our faithful border collie/husky rescue who’s been in charge with us for 14 years. Sadly however, all those years finally caught up with him as his rear legs started failing. It wasn’t noticeably painful for him but his frustration in dealing with the dying limbs was depressing for him. By this point, he was just waiting to die – and was already just fur and bones so he/we knew we wouldn’t be waiting long.

Poor Jackson had a terrible night (and me as well tending to him) the night of the 6th so I knew his time with us was quickly ending. Towards morning, his hind legs were next to useless. I had been helping him up lately when he struggled the past few weeks but even after helping him up now, he’d fall right over again. There just was no strength back there at all. He’s been so frustrated, he had pretty much given up and stopped eating or drinking anything as of a few days ago.

After the travelers left for MN around 7am, I placed him on his pillow on the front porch and stayed with him there for about 5 hours. Cooper and Lyddie were very respectful of him and they knew he was not going to be with us much longer. He really wasn’t in apparent pain but would quietly moan occasionally like he was thinking “how long do I have to go through this?”

He finally took his last breaths a little after noon.

He was a great dog, companion and protector and we were lucky to have him for the final 14 years of his 18+ year life. And that’s a pretty good haul for a border collie/husky mix. Luckily, his final 2 years were running free down here on the farm.

Here are some pics of his life and his final few hours.

R.I.P. Jackson

Here is the young man, as we got him from the rescue shelter. On his initial vet visit, he estimated Jackson was about 4 years old at the time.

The foster caretakers warned us his “Border Collie” tendencies meant we shouldn’t have any cats around. Ummm, no. We had 2 cats at the time and they got along just fine. He dealt with as many as 18 here on the farm and had no issues as long as they stayed in their lanes where they belonged.

This 2 year old pic shows his gray-ness progressing as his muzzle transitioned to nearly all white.

But, he was still in charge – as long as he didn’t need to get on his feet (or I was around to help him up).

Such a good boy! But, in the end, his coat really was a mess.

He’s had it by now.

This was his final hour so the flowers bring it all home I guess. I may have to transplant some of these out to the pet cemetery.

Jackson’s grave is prominently situated to face the farmstead so we can see it from the front porch while he keeps an eye on things. Lola, (our long term cat we lost a few months ago) is the other grave in the background.

Kris, our former classmate, coworker AND realtor who sold our Lakeville home presented us with this memorial marker, which I mounted to the large oak tree towering over the site. You can see Jackson’s grave below (bottom/left). It’s perfect.
Thanks Kris!

Just for fun, I stumbled on this video of Jackson having fun in his better days.

Remy Visit

After 3 weeks of frenzied activities with us, Sherry is returning Remy to MN this morning (along with 13 kittens, so place your orders with Luke and Julie for one of them). It was such fun having him here with us. He got to do so much and helped us harvest hay, blackberries, peaches, walnuts, watermelon, cantaloupe, tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squash and more. He got to meet and help care for all of the chickens and the feral cat family with all their new kittens. He even performed a burial ceremony for one tiny runt that didn’t survive. He got over his fear of the water and is now ready for swimming lessons.

Already looking forward to his next visit.

Here are some pics from his stay with us:

The Haymakers

Most everyone around here did their first cutting a month ago. However, it took us a while to line up someone to complete ours (since we lack the machinery). He started cutting on Monday and finished about 1/3 of the area we wanted harvested before the PTO broke on his tractor. Then he raked and baled that area before moving on to the rest of it.

The results of that initial cutting below.

Last year, our field (about 8 or 9 acres) produced 221 bales but it was an exceedingly dry summer and the farmer said we should expect double that in a normal year. Well this year, that 1/3 initial area that was cut produced 300 bales!

With minimal drying time, I was leery of storing it in the barn so is under a huge tarp out below the shop. With rain forecast, it is now wrapped pretty tight. If it doesn’t spontaneously combust before then, we’ll uncover for more drying when the forecast clears.

Luckily, I had help with Remy staying with us for a few weeks. Here we are hauling the final load to the hay pile. I have a dozen bales in the big trailer with Remy pitching in with his tractor and trailer.

The “next batch” was cut on Wednesday and then raked and baled on Thursday late into the afternoon. Also, after asking the farmer to tighten up the bales a bit, we ended up with ONLY an additional 252 (heavier) bales to add to the 300 already under the tarp. We had no choice but to leave it in the field overnight (with a 40% chance of rain). 

Thankfully, it stayed dry and we set out to get it under cover this morning. We finished moving all of the new bales into the shop by 1PM. We stacked it loose with plenty of airflow so it can dry out more in there.

We’ll let it settle in there for a week before moving it under the barn lean-tos. Now, nearing 4PM, the skies are rumbling and rain is approaching. So, we are extremely glad to be done with that fiasco.

God is good!!! Anyone need any hay? Our total of 540 is about 400 bales more than we needed.

Soggy Doggies

With the core of (what’s left of) Beryl passing overhead now, the rain is relentless. I had to empty our rain gauge (at 5″) before it overflowed. That’s after I emptied it yesterday after 2″ so we are at 7″ total in this storm so far.

We’ve been under a flood watch for a few days that are now turning to warnings for the rivers in the area. Luckily, we are situated pretty high but travel is quite interesting. Even being at a higher elevation, the standing water pooling in the yard is a pain but thankful that is all we have to worry about.

Weather or NOT

I realize many are dealing with monsoon rains and major flooding these days. I just saw the video of the white home toppling into the river at the Rapidan dam in southern MN. That is tragic and my heart bleeds for that family’s loss. It very much reminds me of 1993, when a similar scenario hit the upper Midwest – only to see Missouri succumb to the same flooding later on as both the Mississippi and Missouri river watersheds channel that water downstream.

However, down where we are in the southern part of the state, it’s been stinking hot and we haven’t seen rain in 3 weeks now. It’s supposed to happen overnight tonight and into tomorrow. But the closest we’ve come is a storm that formed overhead, but then moved east and is now “severe” in the bootheel/Memphis area. I am still praying we get something tomorrow though to green things back up.

As for the heat, we are dealing as best we can. Today topped out at 108 (feels like) degrees. 90 degrees is our threshold for running the AC and it’s been on for about 5 days now. I hate AC and having a sealed up house but would rather have it than not. Unfortunately, many of our neighbors (Amish and off grid homesteaders) have no such refuge and are suffering right now.

We also take care to make the critters as comfortable as possible. Jack enjoys the AC (and his personal fan) indoors. The younger dogs are out all day but have plenty of shade on the porch and also enjoy the fans we have set up at the doors to keep the flies away. Lydia acts like a fashion diva laying directly in front of one of them with her hair flying in the breeze. They get plenty of water and today we set up a small wading pool that they jump in to cool down. We also bring them to the river up the road where they get to swim in the cool water.

Incidentally, our pool is now getting much too warm for my liking but has been a godsend that gets used around 4pm each day. I am hoping for some rain to cool it off.

The chickens are uncomfortable but hanging in there. Today, we only had 4 eggs – a record low for the 15 hens. I’ve made canopies for each of the 3 runs and they get plenty of water – both in their waterers and via a sprinkler that they all enjoy. They also have fans in each of the 3 coops.

As of now, the major storm activity is up in the Omaha area but seems to be slowly sliding east and south so we appear to be still lined up for some action later this morning. Let’s hope so.

I wrote most of this post at 1am, when the weather alarm blared for a Severe Thunderstorm Watch. Now at 7:45am, the front of the storm has finally reached us and everything has dropped below the severe level so looking forward to a good ol’ fashioned soaking. No wind. No hail. Just RAIN. Bring it on!!!


Circle of Life Continues

I realize we need to get used to the comings and goings of the critters but it’s always hard when a loved and trusted pet departs. With that, we gave Lola a proper send off on Friday evening.

Wouldn’t you know, the very next morning we just got done with the morning feeding and discovered 7 (count them 7) new kitties born overnight in the feral cat lair. The other 2 feral cats are ALSO pregnant so we’ll soon be overrun with them.

All appear to be healthy and have the preferred darker coloring – meaning no Donald clones. “Donald” is the brother of the 3 hyper-fertile mommas that populate our barn cat enclosure and is the one continually impregnating them. Thankfully, we haven’t seen him in weeks and he will be chased off if he shows up again.

Did you know a majority of orange cats turn out to be male? Something like 85% turn out to be male. Now that “Donna” (one of an earlier litter) has grown a bit we checked and sure enough has now been renamed to Don Jr.

These (and the upcoming litters will all be looking for new homes when they are ready. Actually, they are pretty easy to get rid of as others are always looking for barn cats. All it takes is a trip to the Walmart parking lot, or in our case the Dollar General in Summersville and they are claimed within 20 minutes.

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