Whew! Has it been a week, or what?
In the past week, we have hauled lambs, planted potatoes,
processed broilers, done a bunch of odd and random stuff, and we even saw the SUN!
But first, an update on the mystery of
the dogs in the garden.
When I left off last week, Gus and Ellie were in the garden
despite the fact that the gates were closed AND latched. Yes, I’m sure I
latched those gates. I even took pictures to prove it. I often question my sanity/brain power, so I
try to have proof that I haven’t completely lost my mind. (pathetic, I know)
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| he realized we saw him... |
We were completely baffled until we headed out back to catch
the broilers for processing. Gus wanted to “help”. We heard a noise back toward
the barn. There was Gus, standing at the gate, pawing at the bungee cord. It
popped off and he could then open the gate.
Closer inspection revealed he had done this before. Muddy footprints and
long, white dog hairs on the gate post gave him away.
But, WHY?
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| they sure look guilty to me! |
That eluded me until Friday night (well, early Saturday
morning) when I woke with a start as the dogs were barking furiously at
something. Fearing the worst, I ran out
into the darkness to locate the dogs and check the gate latches.
The dogs were out front barking at foxes (which is becoming
a “whole ‘nuther thing”) but as I obsessively checked the gates I heard an odd
noise from the trees along the fenceline beyond the hoophouses.
I couldn’t quite place the weird, trilling sound although it
sounded vaguely familiar…oh, wait…an owl.
Yep, must be an owl. Apparently,
we have a screech owl nest in the trees. That’s cool. Do you know what it
sounds like? Listen to
this from Youtube. (not my recording)
As long as we remember to latch the gate in a new and
complicated way, Gus won’t be hunting owls in the middle of the night. And, the
owls actually grant some benefit by eating annoying critters. But,
you know, I really wish that just once I could make these interesting
observations in the light of day!
Okay, with the mystery solved, I can go back to telling you
about the incredibly thrilling weekly events here on the hill. (sarcasm was
intended there)
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| hauling broilers |
Monday’s big job was processing broilers…in the rain. (again) But, we got done in record time, the rain stopped, I got to town, the Boss got some more broccoli planted as
well as completing a number of little jobs and all the broilers were
tucked into the freezers. (not in that
particular order) The day was declared a success.
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I must say, I'm a little tired of this sight...
RAIN on the barn, again! |
Tuesday dawned with almost 100% humidity. We needed to move broilers and pick
vegetables before loading the lambs in the new lamb hauling trailer and heading
to Edinburg. It was going to be a busy morning in the hot, sticky weather.
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One benefit of all the rain...
GORGEOUS broccoli! |
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| another batch out on grass |
There had been incredible flooding the day before in
Woodstock, VA so we were a little concerned about conditions at the
processor’s. Despite the proximity of
the two towns (something like 6 miles) there had been absolutely no flooding and very
little rain. (I told you this weather thing was highly localized in the
Valley!)
The new trailer worked great. The lambs looked great.
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| loading the lambs |
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for those of you who thought lambs were little and cute
these guys are NOT!
This lamb is just 6 months old
(and it's all I can do to hold him)
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| new lamb trailer ready for its maiden voyage |
It was a beautiful day for a trip …if you
could overlook the fact that we were on the interstate with all the
“interesting” drivers and the big trucks…a whole lot of big trucks!
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| Our trip takes us past MILES of corn |
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| and lots of farms |
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| Mt. Crawford farm |
Back at home, an unexpected and rather gross job was a
priority.
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it's always nice to get back home
(even if we have to do something gross) |
As we were heading out to the processor’s, the Boss noticed
a doe under one of the willows down front. Then we saw the baby. No, wait BABIES! There were twin fawns.
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| oops! they saw me |
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| look at those babies go! |
Hoping to get a photo of the deer family (and the mail) I
got out of the truck and walked down the road a bit. Turning back, I noticed another deer under
the bushes. And, I was pretty sure she
was not taking a nap.
The blank look on the Boss’ face when I got back to the truck and said, “ya know that line in that Chris Ledoux song “…there’s a deer up there by the road ahead…she’s not sleeping…she’s d*** sure dead..” ? “ ...well, that just proved once and for all that there are FAR too many song lyrics lodged in the recesses of my brain. And, I had to start over to explain the deer tucked in the brush behind the mailbox. (maybe I should get the Boss to listen to
this.)
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| she did look "peaceful" |
She was most certainly dead and had been for a while. Apparently
she had been hit by a vehicle and made it as far at the fence before succumbing
to her injuries. The next line of that same song talks about
“venison fryin’ in the blazin’ sun…” and
we both knew that was exactly what would happen if we didn’t do something. Nobody would be able to approach the mailbox
or the lane for the stench. And, various and random critters would come by for
a disgusting meal, perhaps dragging bits and pieces everywhere. Ugh, the thought was more than a little
revolting.
So, when we got back, I gave the Boss a hand putting her in
the tractor bucket and he hauled her off to a secluded place where nature could
take its course. ‘cause…well…buzzards
gotta eat too.
This part of farming and life in the country is one that a lot
of folks would like to overlook, but gross stuff happens, animals die and it is
our duty to handle these unexpected things in a thoughtful, responsible manner.
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| Tuesday evening's sky was spectacular after another storm rolled through |
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| the colors, oh, the colors! |
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| getting ready to plant fall potatoes |
On Wednesday we actually saw the SUN. I almost didn’t
recognize it.
That meant that we could
finally get the fall potatoes in the ground. YAY! The Boss likes to get these
in by the first of July, so we are running way behind schedule. While I waited
for him to get the tilling done and the rows laid out, I started in on weeding
the next crop of broccoli. It was just a
little daunting, but the plants will benefit from it and the hens seemed to
enjoy the enormous pile of weeds.
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just keeping it real...
WEEDS
yes, there is broccoli in there...somewhere |
In the midst of my weeding, the Mbrk Post Office called. So, I drove down the hill to pick up another batch of broiler chicks and gave them a little drink and tucked them into the brooder. It always amazes me how quickly those little balls of fluff adapt to life here on the hill.
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| every batch looks pretty much the same... |
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| so sleepy! |
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| first meal in the brooder |
With all the seed potatoes “plunked”, the Boss headed back over
the same ground with the potato-hiller.
This covers the seeds with a good amount of dirt and takes the place of
the back-breaking hoeing by hand that we used to do. In about 60 to 80 days, we
should be able to harvest “new” potatoes and have plenty of potatoes for winter
sales.
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| lots of 'taters! |
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| hilling the potato garden |
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all done!
now we wait... |
There was also an encouraging message from the hay guy that
he was finally going to be able to get in the hayfield. There was another call from his wife on
Friday that the hay was on the wagons, in the shed and waiting for our
attention. Hooray! (guess what is job one for the week ahead?)
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that mowed strip means the hay for our winter feeding has been harvested
HOORAY! |
And, then…we were in Market prep mode again. I don’t know how the weeks fly by so quickly,
but the saying “time waits for no man” is absolutely true. For the record, it
doesn’t wait for women, either.
The bounty of summer has finally kicked in and the Market
trailer was nearly bursting at the seams as the Boss headed out.
As I got ready for Market, I had that feeling I forgot
something. (I hate that) I kept going
over my mental checklist and coming up empty. I got in the Xterra only to see I forgot
the checkbook. I could have paid the
market fee in cash, but writing a check keeps my bookwork neater. No problem.
Got the checkbook. But, that niggling feeling…
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| leaving for market |
I headed out, enjoying the beautiful morning and a brand new
CD. I passed the hay guy’s, where I
happily spotted the very full hay wagons sitting in the shed. I got thinking about hay, and making hay and
how it was hot work, and…oh, bother! I just remembered! I looked in the
passenger seat to see that the cooler of ice water was not there, but still
sitting on the kitchen table. And, it was going to be a hot, steamy day. After
arguing with myself just a little, I found a place, turned around and headed back to the
hill.
Grrr. I hopped the
gate, got the jug and headed out again.
The pretty morning was turning foggy and dark as the atmosphere warmed and the
humidity was becoming oppressive. (I was glad I went back for the water jug)
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| that just looks hot |
I was tooling along, singing a little with the new CD, when
I saw something…no, someone in the road ahead…and a truck in an odd spot.
At first I thought RG was just heading across the road to
get his mail or the newspaper. About the time I had that thought, a cow
lumbered out of the ditch in front of him.
Figuring he had an escapee, I slowed down and asked if he needed some
help. I’m not too bad at herding cows
and when you’ve got a cow in the road, a little assistance is always
appreciated.
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| headin' to town |
“Thanks, but, she’s not mine” he said. “I believe they belong to mr. neighbor up the
road. I’m headin’ in to call. Watch it
now, they’re headin’ back that way.”
I thanked him and started slowly on my way again, wondering
at the plural wording of his comment…for about 10 seconds…when cow number 2
lumbered up out of the tall grass…and not to be forgotten…a little bull calf as
well.
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| apparently it's a family outing |
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| I think she's daring me to drive on |
They wandered down the road
alongside me as I crept along, hesitating to drive and faster and scare them. The
bull calf started doing a little dance, his tail flying like a flag over his
back. As a jeep approached from the north, I hollered out the window at the
calf, and they veered off the road again, leaving me to hope that they made it
safely to their home farm as I attempted to get to the Market on time.
A lesson here---you never know what you might encounter---so,
PAY ATTENTION!
If I hadn’t had to go back for the cooler, I would have
missed RG, it was just dark enough that I probably wouldn't have seen the cows by the
side of the road…and when they did come out, I might not have been able to stop
and then proceed with caution---having disastrous consequences. That kind of thing
always makes me breathe a little prayer of thanks.
The excellent Market sales day also made me breathe a prayer
of thanks. We are reminded every single
week that the Good Lord’s gracious provision and our wonderful customers’
loyalty.
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| another good sale day |
…and another week has come to a close.
Today, we will look for ways to beat the heat (it’s supposed
to be a scorcher…with a possible heat index in excess of 100*) while getting
some water to that newly planted broccoli, perhaps seeding some more fall crops
in the greenhouse and start planning the week ahead which needs to include hay
hauling, potato digging and fall brassica planting…
Hope you’re having a Happy
Sunday!
Thanks for stopping by.
Come see us again real soon!
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| a beautiful swallowtail butterfly was just hanging out at the Market |
Do you want to visit the Market virtually? Here are the Boss’ shots from this week.
