The door is open.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Incarcerated
Friday, January 28, 2011
Lined up
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Sick day
Used one of my sick days today to fix fence and clear debris off of little end of the barn. It felt good to get stuff done, especially in the daylight. Going to talk to my parents tonight to make sure we are all clear about the details of the farm deal. Picture of the home stead from up on the hill in the horse pasture, while I was fixing fence.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The cow jumped over the moon
Fun was had by all tonight. My wife had to take my son to the hospital to get stitches in his head. Tulip jumped over a short wall and out of the shed. It took forever to dig out the pipe gate in front of the shed. I just let them out in the pasture. They can go in and out of the shed now, not over the wall.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Negative numbers
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Fire
Friday, January 21, 2011
Frozen
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Believe
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The old milk house
Monday, January 17, 2011
Milk house
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Rat trap
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Escaped
Friday, January 14, 2011
Cabin fever
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Goat play
Monday, January 10, 2011
Providence:
Our rental hole gets crushed. Insurance company pays off mortgage plus some. Neighbor next door from rental wants to by lot. If and when deal goes through we will have a substantial start on our farming venture this year.
Barn collapses, which gave me the motivation to talk to my father about acquiring the farm. Supervisor at work tells me knowingly that I won't be happy until I am farming full time. etc...
I have watched God's hand move time and time again recently, and I am overjoyed, humbled, in awe and in tears!
P.S. Here is a photo of the house, all warm and waiting for me, while I fill the horses water tank.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The devil drives a snow plow
Played chicken tonight with the hose and my arch nemesis The Snow Plow . Basically, when the plow comes it means I'm done watering the cows and horses. Picked up pigs today. I'm very pleased with the amount of meat; it looks, smells and tastes wonderful. It's going to be a late night tonight rendering the lard. (boiling oil)
Friday, January 7, 2011
K-9 in the sky
This afternoon there were two rainbow colored sun dogs in the sky. Got out of work early so i was able to do choirs while the sun was still up. I can stand the snow and cold but the lack of daylight gets to me some times. Pick up the pork from the pigs tomorrow. First time raising pigs, I'm very excited.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
More wood and playing chicken
My father dragged home a tree top to cut up for fire wood. Easiest way to do it: drag, cut and stack. Used the hose to water the cows in the shed. So when I heard the snow plow coming I had to run across the rode, disconnect the hose and quickly pull the hose out of the rode. Have to keep my life exciting some how.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Wood, insurance and other hard things
My father has been talking to the insurance company to see if he can submit a claim for the barn, and get some money to help fix it. Found out tonight that insurance companies will only pay out 1/5 of the actual cost of repairs on older barns. New barn old barn, you still pay the same premium. Go figure! Dirty no good blood sucking... There, my first official rant. Here is a photo of my father's wood supply that is for sale, getting kind of low. Just a couple of years ago he cut 100 face cords of wood. I can slowly watch him winding down, getting old. It feels like things can't move fast enough for me, so I can relieve him of the burden of taking care of the farm. I know he has to stay involved to stay active, but it needs to be more low key for his sake and my mothers.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Dirt sicles
I 'm so thankful I'm able to use a hose to water the animals. Good bye buckets...as long as I am able to keep the hoses unfrozen. Very anxious to clear the debris of the little hay mow away. Once that is done we can cover it with a tarp, and move the animals back in all snug and warm.
Here is a photo taken in the little end of the barn under the little hay mow. When the snow melted off the roof it ran through the cracks in the floor. Some of the melted snow must of found something nice to percolate through to make these dirt sicles.
Monday, January 3, 2011
The Plan
The plan for this year is to get my father's farm in our name, tear down and rebuild the barn, and buy milking cows to start shipping milk. I would quit my job and work full time on the farm. On Saturday I talked to The Man (my father) about our desires for the farm. Once I let him know what we wanted to do, I told him it was up to him to decide whether he wanted to give or sell the farm to us, or tell us to get lost. I have roots here that I want to grow deeper, I love the land, it is part of me. Now I'm waiting on him, because he didn't outright say any thing for or against the idea. Here is a photo of the cows waiting for me to deliver there hay in the horse shed this evening.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
collapsed
Little hay mow collapsed Tuesday December 7th, it seems further away than that. We got dumped on with snow Sunday and Monday. By Monday evening we had four feet of snow.It wasn't in good shape to begin with, but the snow drifted to six feet or more on the east slope of the roof. We spent most of the day reeling, trying to figure out what to do. We knew we had to get the animals out of the barn. By the way, the animals where fine in the lower part of the barn. we decided the easiest way was to send most of them to the auction. We cried thinking about getting rid of cows that we had worked to nurture, and loved. We had 13 now we have 4. It use to be so enjoyable to take care of them every night with my wife and kids, but now I take care of them by myself and it is such back-breaking work. We no longer have our own milk supply, no more home made butter, yogurt, kefir. This is only a setback and not a defeat we have many hopes and dreams for the new year, I hope you will stick around for the wild and crazy ride!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Late start
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