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My life flashed before my eyes…

I have really loved doing morning chores every morning. Listening to the horses munch on their breakfast, collecting those yummy farm fresh butt nuggets the chickens leave me and greeting my sheep each day. Most days this is the best way to start my day … except today was totally different.

There is an order in which things must be done each morning to prevent total mayhem and chaos. First you fill the horse feeders and add their supplements. Next you open the back of the barn door walk out and grab ace to hand walk him to his stall while badger and dickens fallow behind. This was all going great until I went to walk outside and felt something on my face. Thinking it’s just my hair falling out post baby I wiped it away. This is when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I had walked into a spider wed and said spider was on his was to wrap me in silk and drain me of my soul. In complete panic trying to escape with my life and flail my arms wildly to avoid being taken alive I tripped over the boards on the ramp. I’m now falling through the air as chickens are angrily flying everywhere. See what I didn’t mention is that those super delicious butt nuggets come from super obnoxious chickens who can’t be controlled. As I fell out of the barn door to escape death by spider I was set upon by a gang of chickens. Now I’m pretty sure they had assumed their farmer had just had psychotic break and they needed to defend their lives. As chickens descended upon me I’m sure to either rid me of my demons or eat me I look up to see the loving face of my dear wonderful paint horse. His face quite clearly said have you lost your mind quite playing around it’s clearly my breakfast time and you are in my way.

What a delightful way to start my day, rest assured my heart is working just fine if there was any question!

Poor Life Choices

In an effort to protect my husband, my girls and the lovely woman who does barn chores for us I chose today to try to catch Rooster Soup.  You might be wondering why we named our rooster Rooster Soup well he was originally called Handsome Rooster Man.  Rooster decided it was fun to charge the humans and try to maim them hence getting him a new name.

I began my approach to the lair of Rooster Soup hoping to have the element of surprise.  As I rounded the coup he let out a loud crow telling me he was ready for the showdown and the OK Corral.  Not to be daunted by his threats I stepped over the electric net fencing. . . catching my foot in the net and gracefully almost going facedown in the foot deep mud that is my laneway behind the barn.  As Rooster laughed at my misfortune I mentally prepared myself.  My plan was to just grab him. . . be fearless of the GIANT HUGE ROOSTER hell bent on pecking out my jugular and watching me bleed to death.  Well to say after he started charging me I was gripped with fear.  Putting my hand anywhere near said charging heap of evil feathers was not going to happen in that moment.  Cursing myself for not bringing a weapon with me . . . scratch that an item of self defense I resolved to get the job done.

Plan B herd Rooster into a smaller space inside the coup and catch him there.  In my mind this was a good idea less mud for me to walk through and less room for him to get up speed charging at me.  As I entered the coup behind him I saw the gleam in his eye . . . he had the home field advantage.  He walked into a corner and I thought now is my chance!  I realized to late as I reached down that it was a trap.  Rooster had led me into a false sense of courage and tried to promptly remove my hand.

At this point my judgement might have been clouded by the annoyance at being bested by a Rooster.  I made one last attempt to catch him.  Taking a deep breath armed with a trash can lid I made my move.  I thought that I had him pinned however he was in the corner making it impossible for me to fully pin him.  As I realized my mistake he came flying at my face I’m sure planning to pluck out my eyes.  I escaped narrowly deciding I would in fact need reinforcements to get the job done.

Rooster Soup lives to fight another day and I live to reevaluate my life choices in letting the roo live in the first place.

Well that’s awful…

I pulled my very first lambs ever last Friday and only the little ram lamb survived. Mom didn’t want the little lamb and he was really struggling so we brought him into the house to feed him as a bottle lamb. Over 24 hours he did great and I was really hopeful for him! When the little buffalo had her lambs Purl the ewe’s lambs I had pulled Friday seemed extremely interested in them so Jeff and I brought the little ram lamb out to see how they did. Surprisingly Purl was so happy to see her lamb and I made sure her milk was still coming out which it was and he nursed really well. I watched Purl and the little lamb on the camera all night and they did so well. Today we brought the little guy in to dock his tail and when we came back out to bring him back to the barn he had died. Jeff my husband who happens to also be a veterinarian believes he had some sort of problem from the beginning and his death was coincidental to doing his tail. I am super bummed that both of Purl’s lambs died but there is nothing I could have done to prevent either death. She does however get herself redeemed as mother of the year for taking her lamb back even though he didn’t live.

Wonder Women

Yesterday was International Women’s Day which I spent being wonder woman here at home.  A week ago I had a csection to birth my beautiful second daughter and I am supposed to be home taking it easy.  Both of my parents are here to help with the farm and watching my older daughter (wonder woman in training) while I am healing and taking care of our newborn wonder woman.

Yesterday after lunch I decided that I wanted to walk out to the barn to check on my animals and move the barn camera so I could better see in the sheep area in case anyone was hiding and having lambs.  We have been waiting on lambs for weeks now and I keep telling myself any day now they will come out!  Upon arriving in the barn we moved the camera and Henley said hello to all the sheep and her barn kitty.  I looked down from bungie cording my camera to the barn (because bungie cords and duct tape will fix anything) to see blood dripping all down my favorite Ewe’s backend.  This was a sure sign that lambs would be arriving any minute.  We brought Henley inside to hang out with my mom and her new baby sister while my dad and I went out to make sure that the lambs made it safely into the world.

As we were shuffling the rest of the sheep out of the stall to give Purl some room and privacy Purl’s water broke followed by her birthing a tail.  Well for those of you that are not sheep farmers my heart sank when I saw only a tail present as lambs need to come out front legs and head first.   All of my sheep are first time moms this year and this is my first year lambing so to say none of us know what we are doing is quite accurate.  After calling my sheep mentor who confirmed that I would have to pull this lamb I put on my Wonder Woman pants and marched out to the barn with all my supplies and my reluctant dad.

After getting everyone settled and gloving up I had my dad hold Purl while I reached in to see what I could do to get this lamb out for her.  I could not get the lamb positioned exactly the way I wanted it since it was so far down the birth canal but I did manage to get the little guy out.  This one was a healthy ram (boy) lamb.  He took a really long time to stand up and nurse most likely from being wedged in the birth canal for so long.  I thought we were done and only having one lamb until Purl pushed out some legs.

Purl began pawing furiously at the ground and laying down and standing up repeatedly.  She pushed out two legs and then part of the body unfortunately it wasn’t a rear end or a tail.  This lamb was coming out front feet first with its head turned back making this one unable to come out on its own as well.  After considerable effort I got this lamb in far enough to turn the head and pull the lamb out.  To no fault of the sheep or myself this little lamb which was a ewe (girl) didn’t make it.

After some time little ram lamb was finally able to stand and nurse with some help.  Purl has not won the mother of the year award as she refused to let the little guy nurse.  We left Purl’s head tied up overnight to try to get her to bond with little lamb and make it easier for him to eat.  Unfortunately between Purl not letting the little guy nurse and stepping on him coupled with him continuing to become colder and weak we had to bring the lamb inside to bottle feed.

Henley is in love with her little house lamb and has been super helpful with feeding the lamb.  We are hopeful that with some tender loving toddler care and a watchful border collie the lamb will thrive and do well.

 

Build A Village

Raising children and running a farm is no easy task. Our oldest daughter is now 2 years old just old enough she thinks she can help and do everything herself. For the last 9 months I’ve been growing her baby sister. As the days grew closer to my due date I wondered how my princess would respond to no longer being an only child. Henley however surprised me once again by being the best big sister ever so far. She takes her responsibility as big sister very seriously! She likes to make she baby sister has a blanket and a binky and is very concerned when she cries.

It’s also time on the farm for lambs so as I was in the hospital with my new born I was watching the barn camera. Henley stayed with my in-laws all weekend and we have the best hired barn worker. It truly takes an entire village to raise a family and I couldn’t be more grateful for all the people who are a part of my families village!

Welcome Audrey Rose Cacia to the family!

Knits

Knitting definitely helps me deal with the ups and downs of farming. I find the repetitive motion very soothing. Here are a few of my recent finished projects! How many of you knit?

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