Isn’t it absolutely amazing that now, after the election, we see these statements:
We never saw any sort of message prior to RFK Jr. being nominated as head of HHS but now, those in charge of making you sick and dependent on the pharmaceutical industry are attempting to save their butts.
I am amazed at how reality is now snowballing back into the mainstream. The pace that these revelations are surfacing is refreshing to those of us that have been beating that drum for years.
Once again, I’ll let my favorite doc fill in the details. I am not even bothering to try to hide this from the woke and triggered crowd.
I’m not hiding this post from easily triggered visitors. EVERYONE needs to see it. Although it will be dismissed as another conspiracy theory, these stories are emerging rapid fire these days.
If you are wondering what they are smoking:
At the recent New York climate happening, according to the Guardian, revellers were told that using hallucinogens can spark “consciousness shifts” to inspire climate-friendly behaviour.
If you care to learn more about this movement, I encourage you to check out this guys YouTube channel (below). He has covered similar actions coast to coast that exposes their plans to ensure that we are all slaves to government and are reliant on them for everything we do and consume.
He is in a rather political mode at the moment because we all know who is behind these actions (and it’s not the MAGA movement), but you cannot deny the validity of the stories he has exposed.
YEARS ago, I referenced “eating bugs” in another discussion, to which the response was ignorance and the typical ridicule for being another conspiracy theory. Read the comments to the YouTube post above and let me know what you think NOW.
Their go to tactic seems to be to cite numbers including corporate agriculture (you know, the Big Food industry that is slowly killing us) to justify shutting down small farms and homesteaders who dare to offer healthier options.
My neighbors told me about a period towards the end of Obama’s reign, when the “gubmint” came by and tried to mandate that they document and register each and every living creature present on their farms. Every cow, horse, sheep, rabbit, chicken, duck, dog, cat and anything else, had to have a serial number and be registered. Needless to say, those officials were told to pound sand. The lesson learned was to NOT let them on your farms – which is the practice today.
Sadly, our Amish neighbors aren’t back yet from their intervention in the property management issue in Aurora, CO. to assist in our quest to destroy the planet.
This has as much to do with our relocation as any other reason. I just hope that if this election goes as it seems to be going, the evil orange dictator assigns the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to RFK Jr., who understands these issues.
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).
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.
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:
Fishing the Jacks Fork river.Filling the chicken feeders.Washing all 3 cars with his own brush – just like papa.Cleaning off the poop trays. These sit under the chicken roosts in the coops and get quite nasty.Perfecting his swing.Feeding by hand. Who needs gloves?Picking peaches. it’s PEACHY!A huge bounty of peaches – from a single tree.Helping with the chores hauling water to the coops.Harvesting Black Walnuts.In the feral cat lair – 3 feral mamas, 2 teens and 13 kittens share this space with Gekko, a one eyed rooster.Boiling eggs to feed back to the chickens. One egg is mixed into the feed for all the birds.Digging a grave for Alex.Placing “Alex”, the feral runt who died into the freshly dug grave.No fresher than just picked.Appropriate dress for the farm (but too warm for me).Digging worms in our worm bed.Cooling off in the Current river. 11 miles up the road from the farm.The feral cousins. This is actually 3 litters worth from 3 mamas.One of 13 (surviving) furry babies.VBS performance at church.Water cannon fight?Helping out hauling hay.Fresh blackberries.A box o’ kitties. Guessing there are 14 or so in there.
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 300bales!
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.
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.
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!!!
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.
Today was the annual springtime plumbing day. With an extensive above ground PVC plumbing network, periodic repairs are a necessity.… Read more: On The Job Training
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