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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.

 

Feels Like Home To Me

Growing up I loved going to visit my family in Oklahoma!  I was most definitely an outdoor kid and loved the time I spent on my grandparents farm.  There was always a certain way that their farmhouse sounded, smelled and felt when I was there.  I moved a lot as a kid and after graduating college I moved back home to Oklahoma.  I will always associate Oklahoma as my home even though I grew up in several states.  Growing up I always knew I would do something with animals for my career and even better If I became a farmer like my Papa Max!  I remember getting to go with him to feed and count cows in the mornings and thinking now this is the life!  Well here I am with my own (smaller) farm here in upstate New York.  Now I’m sure my Papa never imagined and neither did I that I would end up in New York but I wouldn’t change it for the world.  I often think to myself how my farmhouse feels like home to me.  This house sounds like my grandparents farmhouse when the screen door slams and the floorboards creak.  The kitchen seems to smell just like my grandma’s kitchen and all these things make me often think of home.  I often think about my Papa and how he would have loved to hear about my farm and all my animals.  He would probably tell me I spoil them to much and therefore will never make any money but I would tell him I may be poor but I sure am happy here.

Family Time

April is a month of many birthdays in the Cacia family, my own birthday as well as both my father and mother in-laws birthdays.  Yesterday we celebrated another birthday by going to Painting With A Twist with friends and family.  We just happened to be painting one of my favorites flowers the daffodil.  They make it very easy for everyone to follow along and paint their canvas perfectly.  Katie was our instructor this time and she did a wonderful job!  My daffodils turned out wonderfully!

 

Chicken French

Ingredients:
4 boneless skinless chicken breast
3 eggs beaten
1 cup flour
1 t black pepper
1 t salt
1 t garlic powder
2 lemons juiced
1/2 cup marsala wine
1 T olive oil
Directions:
In a bowl beat 3 eggs, in another bowl combine flour, salt, pepper, and garlic powder.  Beat chicken with meat tenderizer, then cut into halves.  Dip chicken into eggs, then flour and again in egg.  Place in nonstick cooking pan with olive oil on medium heat.  Cook until chicken is browned on both sides, add wine and lemon juice (to cover bottom of pan but not submerge chicken) cover and let steam until done (about 7 minutes).

A different kind of canning…

IMG_3153We spent valentines day with my husbands family painting.  We went to painting with a twist here in Greece NY.  Our artist/host Heather did a wonderful job of guiding all of us through our painting.  The structure of the painting was the same as everyone else’s but we all added our own personality to our own piece.  The painting that we chose was two mason jars on a table with flowers coming out of them.  I say flowers because originally they were intended to be hydrangeas mine turned out to be mutant flowers since each petal was a different color, Jeff’s flowers became mums as he went with a wispy technique.  We all had a wonderful time and I felt like an amazing artist the whole time thanks to Heather.

Painting with a twist in Greece NY