Good mornin', America; how are ya? Know your food; know your farmer!
I picked wild black raspberries the other day. I wound up with about a fourth of a ziplock baggie full of them (which was about two cups total). There were a lot of thorns on those bushes, but OMG! They were so worth the berry stained hands and the scratches, too!
Ted did it! The corral pieces he ordered finally came in after four weeks of waiting, so we headed to Hillsboro on Saturday morning to pick them up. It was a straight over and straight back trip. Then it was time to set them up. It was a little harder than we thought it … Continue reading Setting up the rest of the corral
Smidge, age 10 years, 1 week Puppers, age 3 years, 2 months 4/2/2017 Note: DG won't come near the barn since she got zapped by the electric last summer! LOL
We forgot how much work it is to have a bull. We. Forgot. Chip quickly reminded us. It takes two people to move anything that requires opening a gate because if it's open, that bull is going through it. It takes two people to diligently watch him while the other climbs on and off and … Continue reading Naughty naughty Chip
The first time I heard the term "sacrifice pad", I was horrified. I thought it meant a big cement pad used for slaughtering on the farm. It is NOT that. A sacrifice pad simply means an area of the farm you sacrifice to the cattle for winter. It winds up being a spot where not … Continue reading “Sacrifice Pad” (it’s not what you think)
This little farmer stacked hay bales, built a hay "house", helped fill the water tank, decided to dig a hole, decided it wasn't a good idea to dig a hole in gravel so filled the little divet back in, and went to Tractor Supply and chatted up the cashier. The only thing he wouldn't do … Continue reading Little farm boy