Sunday, July 12, 2015

Sunday Walkabout 7-12

Sunday morning 7-12-15
It sure is nice to see the sun!

In the past week, we have had at least 2 ½ inches of rain. While this is nothing compared to what they are experiencing in Texas and the Mid-West, the moisture, humidity and mud have affected everything here on the hill.

I was going to tell you how soggy it is around here. But, I realized that you could just read this…http://homesteadhillfarm.blogspot.com/2012/08/rainforest-farming.html and change the date.

And, this piece was written almost exactly two years ago, so wet weather issues are nothing new. http://homesteadhillfarm.blogspot.com/2013/07/i-beg-to-differ_10.html

Honestly, every year has its challenges, and this year it is moisture for us.  The odd thing is there are folks just twenty miles from here who would LOVE to see a few more drops of rain. The hilly terrain here in the Valley makes weather a VERY localized thing.
when it's not raining
it's hot and hazy and the fog often doesn't lift 'til noon


Despite the weather, there is still plenty to do.  Actually, the moisture and humidity create a unique set of issues. During the dry times we can irrigate.  But, there is no way to turn off the rain or dry things out. Fighting disease becomes an all-out battle in the gardens and hoophouses. Some of the animals struggle to remain healthy and hearty when it’s so wet. And, the grass (and weeds) just keeps growing.  It is quite unusual to see grass this lush in July.
But, the sheep are loving it!


Speaking of grass, there was a bit of a setback in the mowing department this week. When I walked into the shop Sunday morning, I was nearly knocked backwards by the smell of gasoline.  Not good!  There was a puddle under the new mower. Very definitely NOT good!  After pulling the whole thing apart, the Boss found that a tiny part needed replacing.  For $2, he was back in business. 

well, now...this can't be good!

Not so fast…the part had to be ordered. It wouldn’t arrive until Tuesday.  Do you know how much grass can grow in two days? We were definitely rockin’ the jungle look around here.

In the end, the part didn’t arrive until Wednesday afternoon.  And, it was Thursday before any mowing got done.  But, it’s all good…
mowing the jungle


The weather that allows amazing grass growth also creates havoc in the lamb flock.
   
lush July grass

heading out to fresh pasture through the haze

The warm, moist conditions are just right for parasites to flourish. In eating the lush grass, the lambs ingest countless oocysts (parasite eggs). These hatch inside and make their home in the lambs’ intestines, living off the nutrients that should be assimilated by the lambs.  Unlike cattle, sheep cannot survive a large parasite infestation.  They lose condition and die quickly if not treated. There are numerous parasites that cause serious problems, but this year, we are in a constant battle with Haemonchus contortus  (barber pole worms) and Moniezia expansa  (tapeworms).  Each of these parasites causes a different set of symptoms and requires specific action on our part. I don’t think we have ever had so many cases of bottlejaw in a single season.
See how fat his chin looks?
That's fluid caused by parasite overload.


We had planned to work the lambs on Monday afternoon when I got back from town, but it looked like rain.  We waited until chore time only to be trapped in the barn for a half an hour by an unexpected downpour.  Working with wet lambs is NOT at the top of my favorite things to do…but, when the rain stopped, we slogged through the mud and administered an anthelmintic.  Then, we would have to wait to see how they responded to treatment. (and do a load of laundry and take a shower…because lambs with parasites are really poopy…as my jeans and t-shirt could attest) The GROSS factor is high in animal husbandry. On a positive note, the lambs are currently ALL looking healthy.
THIS is why I have "town clothes".
the photo doesn't begin to do justice to the disgusting amount of filth


The Boss took advantage of a relatively dry morning and bush-hogged the potatoes. 
bush hogging the potato patch
see the mud?
By cutting the plants from the tubers (while the tubers remain in the ground) the skins are caused to toughen ever so slightly and the potatoes will keep better in storage.  Now, we just need another “relatively dry” day to harvest the crop.  Despite the other disappointments and failures, I must say, the Spring potato crop looks awesome! He did discover a groundhog hole in the middle of the garden, but it hasn’t been visited since he filled it in, so hopefully we won’t have to add GROUNDHOGS to the list of bothersome critters.
a groundhog hole IN the garden
There was a down-side of mowing the potatoes…the now homeless potato beetles moved into the hoophouse! I couldn’t believe it.  It’s another one of those things I can honestly say I’ve never seen before.  They were everywhere and laying eggs on everything.  Seriously?

a bumper crop of potato beetles


there were THIRTEEN on this one plant

I told you they were everywhere!
...even on my jeans

  This year’s battle with the bugs might just be my Waterloo.


portion of the onion harvest
While I battled bugs, the Boss harvested onions.  The fact that he did this job alone should tell you something. (ordinarily it takes both of us the better part of a day) For a number of reasons, the onion crop was one of the worst ever.  Those poor, spindly little plants just didn’t hold up well to all the wind and rain and weed pressure. The rains meant that the weeds grew with wild abandon and the wet ground precluded any intervention on our part. While there is indeed a harvest, it is most disappointing.  In our ongoing “onion discussions” we have come up with a number of possible solutions, but we will have to wait until next Spring to implement most of them. It’s too late in the season to start over and so we tell ourselves…there’s always next year!

first canner load of beans cooling on the porch










We found a little time to can off a few green beans for winter.  We will need to put up a few more and can some tomatoes, tomato sauce and a few other things. Sometimes, in all the planting and growing and harvesting, it’s easy to lose sight of the fact that we started this enterprise to feed ourselves (and our family) with the fruits of our labors. So, it is vitally important to make time for food preservation, recipe trials and home-cooked meals.




In between rain showers, we did our usual Market prep, hoping all the while that the rains would hold off. This year we are ever so greatful for the fact that the hoophouses make it possible to work at planting or harvesting despite the weather.  

However, we have a new inhabitant in the hoophouse. Thankfully, it was NOT another "whistle-pig". Did you read  this? 

This time it is the Lettuce Looper, which I didn't even know about until I Googled it.
Lettuce Looper



this one looked rather bothered that I interrupted his meal
The fat, green inchworm creatures can devastate a lettuce crop overnight. (and they did) While I know we have seen these in the past, the mass destruction was more than a little disturbing (and costly) and I spent a lot of time that should have been spent picking lettuce squishing caterpillars. Much of the crop will not recover, so I will take time today to start some more.
this WAS a leaf before the Loopers had lunch

But, there was indeed a lot to harvest, regardless of the weather. Yay for that!

the first of the peppers
aren't they pretty?

Unfortunately, the weather did not cooperate and it did indeed rain for Market. As a matter of fact, it was torrential at times.  Doing morning chores by headlamp is not easy (or fun) but when it’s during a downpour, things get real “interesting”.  I felt bad for the Boss who was setting up our Market stand in the deluge. But, we both got through it with few serious incidents.
rain splashing on the market sidewalk

Amazingly, or maybe not…since we do have great customers, it was a great Market.  There were actually a number of customers who braved the downpours at 7 (and 8 and 9…) The heaviest of rain ended by 10 o’clock, and although it remained wet and drizzly, there were droves of shoppers and we sold almost everything we took. It may take the rest of the week for our market baskets to dry out, though.
there was no way to capture the sogginess of the Market
but, trust me...it was WET!


The week ahead promises showers or thunderstorms every day.  Every. Single. Day. It appears we are locked into this weather pattern for the duration.  At this rate, our hay guy might NEVER cut and bale the hay for this winter. He’s given up calling us to tell us “not this week” and I am certain he will be just as relieved as we will when he does call to say it’s finally on the wagon!

Regardless of the weather, or maybe because of it, the to-do list is pretty full for the next few days.  It will be the week of meat.  Processing broilers, hauling lambs, moving broilers and getting chicks…will all be done by Wednesday. We need to get the fall potatoes in the ground and some more broccoli started…

But, now it’s nearly seven and time to head out for chores and then tie up the tomatoes (before the next big rain)…

Wait a minute…the dogs are in the garden. 
dogs in the garden on  a misty morning

HOW and WHY are the dogs in the garden? This week may include a little mystery solving as well.


Hope you’re having a Happy Sunday!


Thanks for stopping by!  Come visit us again real soon.

Oh, if I could ask a favor?  Pray a little prayer, think dry thoughts, whatever… for a week (or so) of dry weather…so the hay guy can cut and bale…and we could feel slightly less waterlogged.
We truly appreciate it!


 
the goldfinches are enjoying the seeds from the thistles
There's a bumper crop of thistles, so we could use a LOT more finches!

Did you want to see pics from this week’s Market?  Check out the Boss’ shots at the link below.






Sunday, July 5, 2015

Sunday Walkabout 7-5-15

Well, here we are again. 

It’s Sunday and you’re here to find out what’s been happening on the hill…and I’m sorry to report…we really didn’t do a whole lot of interesting stuff this week. A lot of stuff, but nothing really interesting.

Wait….wait…

I’ll come up with something!

Let’s see.  Oh, when I closed last week’s post it was so I could get back to working on the latest baby shower. 

I’m glad to report that it went off quite well.  Blondie was hoping for “lots of stuff” for her soon-to-arrive little guy…and I think it’s pretty safe to say that she did indeed get lots of stuff.  Now, to endure the count-down until arrival day. Six weeks will fly by, I hope!


lots of presents

lots of food

cool punch
grandmas and great-grandmas

can't believe both my girls are mamas!


With all the baby showers behind us, I could renew my focus on the farm.  When I got back from the feed run on Monday, the Boss was hauling the next batch of squash and cucumber plants out to the garden.  We must have been on a roll, because we got all of them planted before lunchtime! 

planting summer squash

I did a fair amount of picking on Monday afternoon.  The veggies are starting to roll in and if I don’t check on them every single day, we find ourselves with overgrown beans and canoe-sized zucchinis.  (and NOBODY wants that)

While I was picking, I noticed the Boss had the tractor out…and a shovel…and he was sitting on the ground.  What was he doing?

The dogs enjoy daytime napping under the reefer in the heat of the day (it’s cool and dark and when the cooling unit is running on the reefer it makes a relaxing little hum).  But, the space is really too small for such big dogs and they have to do an army crawl thing to get underneath.  So, the Boss enlarged it for them (isn’t he nice?)…and then Gus had to give his opinion on the project.  Apparently, he approved! The only problem…really, really dirty farm dogs.




winter squash blossoms
Later in my rounds, I thought the winter squash plants looked like they were shrinking.  Just the day before they had looked beautiful.  They were even blooming.  But, now they seemed to be smaller. Smaller? Plants don’t shrink! Closer investigation revealed that they weren’t actually shrinking.
this leaf was definitely eaten

"shrinking" plants

 Something had eaten them.  Eaten a lot of them. Oh bother!  My best guess is a rabbit.  I had seen one hopping through the long grass at dusk the other evening.  My list of suspects also includes a fat little groundhog I saw scurrying through the fence the same afternoon. Bugs are one thing, varmints are another. This job was beyond me, so I called for reinforcement. The Boss put up some versa-net (short, electric fence) to deter the critters.  So far, it seems to have worked. Although we need another little piece to provide complete protection.  I’m pretty sure we have some more somewhere, but neither one of us has been able to locate it.  Thankfully, the plants are making a comeback and that tragedy was averted.
protected squash

Look!  A baby butternut!



working on the "lamb hauler"





Then the Boss made a flying trip to Lexington to take advantage of a sale and complete his newly designed “lamb hauler”.  While it’s not truly completed, it will be ready in time for our lamb hauling trip next week. Then later that day, he finalized his tractor trading and is in some sort of mowing heaven.  Since I don’t really understand garden tractors or why he’s so thrilled with this, I’ll leave it at…he thinks he found the ultimate mowing machine for our needs. Yay for that!


















While the Boss experimented with the new mower, I headed to the hoophouse for a quiet afternoon of transplanting.  I truly enjoy the time I spend in the hoophouse, planting all those little plants and listening to my music.  
heading to work in hh#2

I was planting along when suddenly I heard a lot of commotion and a lot of yelling.  What?  I walked out of the hoophouse to see all the lambs in the garden and the Boss in hot pursuit, yelling as he ran.  Somehow, in the thrill of mowing, the gate didn’t get closed…and, well…you know what happened. It was bedlam and the Boss was not a happy camper.

NOT the sight you want to see
thankfully, there's nothing planted there right now

Thankfully our lambs think that anytime they see Mama with a bucket and she is calling “sheeeeeep” it means a meal is coming.  It only took a couple of attempts (we’re talking lambs, so nothing happens on the first try) and they were back where they belonged.  …and they only ate a couple of leaves off the broccoli and green beans.  Yay…another disaster averted!

The Boss headed back to his mowing.  I turned on my tunes and started planting again.  Blam, blam….baaaaa, baaaa. *sigh*  The lambs finally figured out they were NOT getting a meal and I could hear them butting each other and the empty feeders in protest.  (Yes, I can identify an incredible number of farm events simply by sound…being a shepherd is very much like being a mother.  You develop a “gift” of super-duper hearing/sight and smell detection.)  So, I simply turned the music up to drown them out.  Then, I could hear them baa-ing and running. Okay, so they went elsewhere.  Good riddance…and I kept planting. But, then my afternoon of quiet planting came to a screeching halt when I heard the distinctive click of the gate latch and frightened, screaming lamb voices.

The sudden, relentless din required investigation, so I stopped again and headed out to the lamb paddock. In the general melee that followed the escape, two lambs had managed to lock themselves inside the feed corral when all the other lambs headed out to pasture. To a lamb, separation from the rest of the flock is a true emergency situation. Thus, the terrorized screaming. By the time I got there, they were bouncing off the gates, the fence and each other in some terrified frenzy to escape. They nearly ran me over getting through the gate. Sheesh! Sheep!
trapped lambs


I never did finish in the hoophouse, although I just have one bed left to plant. Maybe I’ll get to that tomorrow.
you have to look real close to see all the transplants

It’s also time to pull out, till and re-plant another bunch of stuff, so I reckon you can guess what’s on our to-do list for this week.
just a few more transplants


Speaking of our to-do list, it is growing by the moment.  It’s that time of year where we know there is absolutely no way we will get everything done, but we have to give it our best shot.

There are tomatoes to tie, beans to pick, transplants to fertilize and harden off, a million weeds to pull…just to list a few things.  I should probably make some attempt at housework, get caught up on farm paperwork and start some more seeds for the succession plantings. The Boss is hoping to bush hog, mow the garden and make preparations for onion harvest. Oh, and I should order some stuff for fall/winter planting.

…and find out where that chicken keeps getting out.



We have one hen (I think it’s the same one) who apparently wants to be TRULY free-range.  It’s really annoying to have to chase her all around all the time. (she can’t stay out---something will eat her for sure) And, after she flew in Gus’ face last week, he won’t really help anymore.  He just follows behind her, looking for the little “tasty morsels” she leaves behind.  And, I do not mean eggs. Gus is definitely a farm dog…and a gross farm dog at that.   Seriously, a fence repair is definitely in order!

As we approached the weekend, our collective sense of concern became heightened.  The weather…oh the weather…was becoming a concern (again) and Saturday would be the Fourth of July.  By some weird quirk of the calendar, the whole “Fourth of July on a Market Saturday” had only occurred twice before in the 23 year history of the Market. And, oddly enough, we’ve been there for every one of those holiday markets. (that says something for the length of our tenure as market vendors, I guess)
Between the weather and the holiday, we really didn’t have high expectations when we left for Market.
leaving for Market on the Fourth of July

We try (emphasize that word TRY) to have faith that the good Lord will supply all our needs when we head out to the Market on a Saturday.  And, I have to admit… sometimes that’s really (REALLY) hard. But, quite honestly, what else can you do?  We’ve grown this stuff, it’s ready for harvest.  We HAVE to take it to the Market as this is our chosen venue.
almost ready for opening
(oops, forgot the eggs)

Well, I’m here to testify that faith (even just a little bit) pays off.  It was an incredible Market! We actually could have sold far more (if we had it) and the weather held and it never rained.  The band today was unbelievable, too. Music adds so much to the Market atmosphere. I can’t believe we’ve been next door neighbors to the Goodson Band for nearly 20 years and today was the first time we actually heard them perform. Rock on, y’all! Want to see pics from the Market?  Click here.

A lot of customers sounded just a little disappointed when we said we didn’t have any exciting plans for the Fourth of July.  It’s been a long time since we indulged in late night celebrations and fireworks are really scary to farm animals.  So, after the Market, we chilled…did afternoon chores…ate a delicious supper of homegrown goodness…and went to sleep (quite possibly before it was fully dark). Perhaps it’s not exciting…but, it IS a good life.

green beans
...and millions of teeny, tiny weeds
Sundays are always a little slower around here.  Although, I did see that the green beans need picking (again) and that means we need to can off a few for our own winter use. We could really use a couple loaves of bread…

 …and wait…is that a ripe tomato?
heirloom tomatoes
well worth the wait!

Well, I think my plan for the day might have just taken a slight detour.

Have a Happy Sunday!

Thanks for stopping by. (you wouldn’t feel like snapping a few green beans…would you?)


upper garden on a summer afternoon



Come by and visit again real soon!