Last night I thought I would begin the training to get the young ducks in the Quack House with the old ducks and with very little herding they all just walked in.
The rain. On my hay. Raining on my winter feed. Every I bring home more free feed than ever for the pigs and every day the grass is growing – still I am feeling the ‘will I have enough hay for the winter’ fear….
Now there’s a deep subject. Weather Gods let us get one cut of hay in, then last night it rained onto the second cut while watering in the oats and corn.
my own hay, with my own crew, and the co- workers own gear. So after Wednesday’s rain we will cut again. This was the developing hay field of quite light grass and it still took days to dry. Next we get into the heavy…
Sod’s law proclaims that you are more likely to get rain if you cut hay and more likely to get dry weather when you sow a field in corn and oats for summer hog grazing.
And all the tractors are out in the fields planting as fast as they can. Literally twenty-four hours a day – I hear their motors all night long Their headlights criss crossing back and forth like fat noisy determined fireflies.
Yes, that is all that is in my head.
While I am milking Tane sticks his furry nose under the door and talks to me. Like an animated head suspended from a string. Milk. Milk. Milk. He chants.
I have run all kinds of scenarios through my head this season – trying to come up with a solution for the tweeny ducklings so they could have shelter and a run. It was not going to work putting them in with the big…
At least we don’t have a feed lot type operation. Many cattle farmers around here have big open cover buildings and cows standing on concrete, fed hay and grain.