...when you live on a farm. While our egg layers live out their lives here even long after they've stopped producing eggs, sometimes an animal gets very ill. There are no chicken vets here. If you've read my blog for long, then you've seen me doctor a lot of things, injuries and illnesses alike, in … Continue reading Hard decisions happen…
I picked up Johnny (my best friend's son) from school Tuesday and then dropped off the puppies for their vet check and rescue. At a red light going through town, he asked, "Is that your VAN???" (referring to smoke around its front). I assured him it was the car exhaust in front of us. It … Continue reading Benefits of small town living
The puppies are off to the rescue transport! I am happy to say they all were quite sociable with us by the time they left my house Tuesday afternoon. I think it might have had something to do with all the food, tummy rubs, and treats we gave them; even Howler (the black one with … Continue reading Puppy rescue
We decided to move Bessie and Beef up behind the house. Ted put in the temporary posts and ran one string of electric wire around the patch of trees and through the backyard field. Then he decided to move them up the driveway without any electric line on the sides of it. I really didn't … Continue reading Cattle in the backyard
When I listened to my voicemail this afternoon, my friend from the pound was on it, asking me for help. She sounded a little frantic, so I called her back immediately when I heard the message and felt a little guilty because it was three hours after she had placed the call. When she was … Continue reading Fostering again
Ted works so hard at his "regular" job, and then he comes home and works hard on the farm. Some of the things he does I just simply can't do. For example, I can't install gate hooks and hinges. I've tried. I can drill the hole with the power drill (I *LOVE* the hammer drill!!!), … Continue reading Sometimes I just watch
This normally sluggish cat is tearing around the living room like a chicken after a grasshopper. You have to understand. Daisy is an old cat, probably at least ten years old. When she arrived here one cold October night in 2009, she was a stray who had obviously been dumped. My Dad had said a … Continue reading Daisy on the prowl
My family gets nervous when I bring home a new foster puppy, and it's with good reason. I kept Puppers (who I believe is really a kangaroo in a dog skin suit). I would have umpteen dogs if I could, and they know this, so they tend to get...nervous. This last little puppy (the Lab … Continue reading Fostering – the hard part
Two huge things have happened here at the farm in the past couple of weeks. First, we received notification that we are now an officially recognized farm in our county and state. That's super exciting! It opens up a lot of future possibilities for us. Second, we hired a local Amish man to build a … Continue reading We’re a real farm now!!!
Do you see that little green bulb in the bottom of the picture? I'm not sure what it is, but I sure AM excited to see what it turns out to be!