I see GREEN out there! |
It is truly amazing what a difference seven days can make!
Last Sunday, we were still covered in snow. Lots of snow.
This week…the snow is GONE!
And, we're sinking in the mud.
Mud season is here! Even though it's warm, do NOT skip the coveralls |
But, at least it’s not cold…and while it is rather windy
(that will dry the mud)…at least we can see the ground and it is no longer
WHITE.
We got a LOT done in the past seven days, too. (mostly
because the snow is gone)
As a matter of fact, we actually did all the jobs on the TO-DO list.
Granted, it wasn’t a long list and I’m being a little “generous” on the
definition of one job…but, then we accomplished a few things that weren’t even
on the list. All in all, a successful week by any definition.
The Boss has been worrying over the shop roof for nearly a
month. We lost a bunch of shingles in a
big wind storm, but before he could get up on the roof to repair it (without
the risk of blowing off the roof) it snowed.
And, then it snowed again! The
combination really worried him, so he’s been surveying the roof anxiously for
quite some time.
Monday was deemed “shop roof day”. First, he shoveled all the snow off and
hammered in the loose nails.
Once the
day warmed up somewhat, he went back on the roof with some shingles to do the
actual repair work.
Even though he’ll have to go back up and re-check on a very
warm day, I think he can rest easy for a while now.
With the shop roof repaired, it was time to focus on the inhabitants of the shop. Although the shop has played host to
innumerable activities over the years, from automotive repair and furniture
building to church worship and numerous covered dish dinners…it had never been
as close to being a zoo as it had for the past two weeks. (and believe me, it smelled like one, too)
While lambs and chicks are indeed cute little critters, they do NOT make good
indoor pets.
broiler chicks at two weeks |
First the broilers were re-homed to the brooder. The move went off without a hitch and they
adapted quickly to their new home. We
hope to get them out on pasture in just a couple of weeks, but we’ll have to
keep a close eye on the weather. We also
got an email from the hatchery that the next batch of broilers has been “set”
(meaning the eggs are in the incubator) and those chicks will arrive
in a couple of weeks…so we are off and running with the succession of batches
of broilers for the 2015 season. (we’ll be getting chicks every four weeks
through September)
broiler chicks move to the brooder |
Dot and Dash move to the barn |
Then it was time to move “Dot” and “Dash” the little bottle
lambs to the barn. This was a little
more tricky as we couldn’t just pack them in a crate and haul them wherever we
wanted. We each carried a lamb and a
bottle. That was interesting, to say the least. They didn’t really want to be
carried, with or without a bottle. (as for attempting to lead them anywhere…we
would probably still be working on the project if we had gone that route)
We put them in a little pen inside the “Piranhas’” stall. They will get to go outside next week, once I am relatively certain that they have assimilated with the rest of the flock. They seem to be thriving and “Dot” actually weighs 17 pounds! That’s far smaller than any of the other lambs. (the largest lamb weighs in at 83 pounds...at 2 months old) But, she is a triplet (they’re always on the small side) and she’s a bottle lamb as well. (they generally grow slower than dam-reared lambs, too) More on my “pet lamb” project in another post. (because it’s been one for the record books)
We put them in a little pen inside the “Piranhas’” stall. They will get to go outside next week, once I am relatively certain that they have assimilated with the rest of the flock. They seem to be thriving and “Dot” actually weighs 17 pounds! That’s far smaller than any of the other lambs. (the largest lamb weighs in at 83 pounds...at 2 months old) But, she is a triplet (they’re always on the small side) and she’s a bottle lamb as well. (they generally grow slower than dam-reared lambs, too) More on my “pet lamb” project in another post. (because it’s been one for the record books)
The “Piranhas” are going to be completely weaned from their bottles by the end of the
weekend. To this end, they are only
getting one bottle a day. (they eat
grain and hay quite well) The actual weaning process isn’t causing too much of
a problem, but they won’t to go outside with the rest of the sheep. They’d rather
stay in the barn and call for me.
Hopefully, they will outgrow this behavior soon…because it’s really
loud…and annoying.
one of the bottle lambs voicing his opinion about living conditions |
Baa-ing lambs reminded me…
We are on call 24/7 around here. You just never know when (or why) you might
be called into action.
As we were quietly reading just before bedtime, I heard an odd
noise, a distant, sporadic hum of some sort.
Figuring it was some alarm that was either overlooked or fouled up
during the time change, I went to investigate.
It wasn’t an alarm, it wasn’t distant, and suddenly it was
no longer sporadic. No, somewhere in the
darkness a lamb was quite agitated about something and he was bellowing.
“BAAAAAAA!”
After donning barn
attire (it’s mud season and you should NEVER go out in mud season without coveralls
and boots---see my t-shirt in the photo above) I headed out. Of course, my
arrival at the barn was greeted with complete pandemonium as the sheep were
convinced I’d brought a midnight snack and ALL the bottle babies assumed that
meant another round of bottles. The
noise in the barn was almost deafening, but, somewhere, someone was still going
“BAAAAAAAA”!
Slogging through the muck behind the barn, I found the source
of the noise. One of the bigger (but most definitely not brighter) lambs had decided to go through the bars on the side of
the creep feeder instead of using the gate. (a couple of weeks ago, they all
fit through any of the openings on the feeder) And, he got stuck. Seriously stuck. His nice fat hams were thoroughly wedged in
between the bars. “BAAAAAAA!”
He got frightened by my headlamp shining through the
darkness and slammed himself forward.
“BAAAAAAA!” That only served to wedge him a little tighter. He really flipped out when I grabbed him by
his back legs in an attempt to pull him free going the opposite direction. I
pulled, he popped free…but, not before he kicked me in the chest, splattering
mud and muck (and sheep poo) all over the front of my coveralls. (THAT’S why
you always wear boots and
coveralls!)
Problem solved, I headed back to the house, leaving him to
join the rest of the sheep in their complaints about the treatment here on the
hill. Without any hay or my feed bucket (or baby bottles), I am just not real
popular. (sad, but true)
My point in telling you that story? Our job has no set hours, we’re always
ON-DUTY...and paying attention to odd noises and random occurences.
chickweed |
Then, we actually braved the hoophouses. I’ve got to admit, the hoophouses haven’t
gotten a lot of attention this winter.
Partly because I’ve been making baby bottles (that number alone is
staggering and worthy of its own post) and partly because I just haven’t felt
like it. (after four rounds of antibiotics---the sinus infection is finally
history) but, mostly because of the weather.
It’s just been too cold to allow anything to grow.
Except for the chickweed.
Except for the chickweed.
Much like kudzu has taken over huge portions of the
South…chickweed has engulfed the hoophouses.
It spreads and seeds itself with wild abandon and while the hoophouses
are a riot of healthy green growth, and it can be eaten…it’s not exactly what
we had intended. The crops we did intentionally plant
in the late fall have been just sitting there, all winter long. We expect winter growth to be slow, but not
non-existent, which has pretty much been the case this year. It’s been frustrating in many ways. Without growth, we can’t make sales. Without some warmth, there’s no point
planting anything else…which means that sales will continue to be off….and
without our vigilant attention, the chickweed takes over creating more work
before we can think about planting and working in order to be harvesting and
selling…and…well, you get the picture. But, the hens benefit greatly from the added "green stuff" in their diet. So, there is that.
Anyway, the weather broke and the tiny tiller started. And, we could get back at it.
tilling the beds |
raking the beds |
The farm store
finally got some onion sets (yes, those were delayed by the weather as
well) After the Boss tilled, I raked and planted and now we at least have
onions and radishes in the ground. And,
guess where we’ll be spending lots of quality time in the next week (actually
lots of quality time for the rest of the season).
The hoophouses!
The hoophouses!
onion sets ooops! They packed yellow ones in with the white |
planted onion sets Grow, little onions, grow! |
getting round bales from Woody |
Then, we hauled some hay (hopefully the last for the winter), the Boss completed a few projects, I
started some more seeds and we did our next-to-last delivery run for the
season.
We even “worked the lambs”, but I’ll have to tell you about that some
other time.
lots of little transplants ready for the hoophouses |
working the lambs |
It’s been a good week.
It looks like the weather will be cooperative in the upcoming week as
well and we might get back on track.
Let’s hope so. Opening Day of the
Market is just 20 days from now.
20 days…
This is the point where I generally go into some sort of
mild panic about our state of readiness, or rather our lack thereof. But, then
I calm down (somewhat) and get back into the rhythm and routine of Market
season. After 18 years as Market
vendors, much of the choreography necessary to make the operation run smoothly
just comes naturally. It's just a matter of getting back in the swing of things.
Spring mani-pedi... Farm-style! |
Honestly, it feels SO good to get back to digging in the soil and working outside (even if it is only in the hoophouses). I am not alone in thinking this. Apparently, there is some microbe in soil that enhances mood. Really, I didn't make that up...read THIS.
So, I guess that leaves me with no excuse for being out of sorts or grumpy, we certainly have enough work to do that involves soil in some form.
With that in mind, I’m off to fix some more baby bottles and head out to do chores once more…
Thanks for stopping by…
Please come back and visit us again real soon!
Hi Barbara,
ReplyDeleteThat working the lamb photo immediately put me in mind of
COMING SOON TO A THEATER NEAR YOU: Dancing With Lambs!
That's HILARIOUS! Unfortunately, "Dancing with Lambs" generally includes a fair amount of rodeo work and cussing, so it would probably not necessarily be a "family-friendly" show. haha
DeleteYour commitment to the farm is awe inspiring Barbara. Makes us feel so weedy here. And speaking of weeds - chickweed is our commonest weed in the vegetable garden - never thought of giving it to the hens - must try it this year.
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