Tag: homesteading

SHIFT YOURSELF

I opened up the center of the barn for Molly and her piglets to get out of this incessant wind and rain. The wind is so strong it reaches right into the barn on her side.

CHEWING YOUR CUD

Night chores are really late evening chores but night chores is easier to say. And during last evenings night chores I separated Tia and Del. Tia goes into a big pen of her own in case she calves in the night. ( Wouldn’t that…

SOFT FOCUS

From a finger on the lens – snort – I really must get the camera out. Using the phone is so lazy.

OUT OF FOCUS

It was really hard to get a sharp image of the piglets yesterday. Molly was in an unreliable mood so I just hung the phone down into their bedroom to see what I got and all I got was a whole lot of out…

SATURDAY MORNING

It has been a long time since Saturday mornings were any different from other mornings but since moving back into the paid workforce Saturday mornings are developing their old charm.

BLOWING LIKE THE DICKENS

An Easterly wind blew hard all night long. This meant I closed the chickens big door and also Molly’s big Easterly facing door. Temperature and wind are my greatest allies and enemies. Sometimes all at the same time. But wind is the worst. Little…

The Australorps are in the big brooder with random branches, learning to roost. They are still very sweet birds. The electric fences are up so Tia and Aunty can go to graze in the Dairy Mistress field. Though the paused for a long time…

OH THE MUD

Still no sign of babies from Molly. Nine eggs from the ducks. Over twenty four eggs daily from the chickens. The weather is, at last, warming up a little. And oh the mud.

APRIL FIRST

At last!! Time moves slowly in an Illinois March and this March was extra slow.

WORKING FAST NOW

I am clearing the winter bedding out of the barn reminding myself that putting huge round bales of corn stalks into the pens as bedding was all very well until it is time to haul if all back out, thawed and smelly, a forkful…