LIFE on the farm

There is a rich mixture of life on our farm.  At any one time there may be up to four generations of humans, two generations of goats, many generations of weeds, and a concoction of comedy, conflict, and chaos that would make a good basis for a TV series.  I often find it a bit difficult to hone these blog posts down to a manageable sized peek into the LIFE on our farm.

Fencing:  More than half of the work and at least half of the conflict comes from fencing!  Some days it’s just me and Farmer Man:

Jim ready to fence

Some days we get a little help:

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We are almost done enclosing the new expanded goat pasture for the boy goats who have some Houdini-esque qualities. And it will also come in handy when we are ready for some more (getting used to the idea again) cows.

Mani-Pedi day for the goats – Those that truly know me know I have never had a mani-pedi in my life!  But, whether they enjoy the trim (they don’t) or the attention (maybe) or the food (definitely) – they all lined up for their turn.

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Hoof trimming – up close! Trimming off the “curled under” part of the hoof, making it as even as possible, and making sure they look healthy
Barn helper
Eva – being a great barn helper

This is Rosette, one of Ruby’s babies getting her first hoof trim.  She was such a good girl!

Boys, girls, and babies.  That was a pretty long afternoon – ALL 20 resident goats – cleaned up, trimmed, loved, and immunized.  Mammas and babies look good.  Babies are going for a meet and greet this week!

New addition:  Generation #3 humans bought baby ducks for generation #4 mini-humans so that eventually generation #2 could enjoy ducks on the pond.  So far – all 6 ducks are still alive.  Grandma can’t wait to see them in the pond!

Drama:  Of the 31 chickens growing next door, one died pretty much on arrival, one died after getting caught outside the chicken coop (stall) somehow, one made it all the way to feathers and was hunted by something during the first few days of “free-range” practicing.  We still don’t know what got her, but chicken count is down to 28.  It couldn’t have been an unrecognizable one either, nope – she was named Spotty.  At least it wasn’t Brittany – the world may have actually collapsed!

Relaxing a bit and enjoying the family.  Every good farmer has a family D & D game night, right?

Or when the weather is right, we can just hang out and discuss life – outside, in the grass, while we watch the goats play.

Elijah resting
Elijah hanging out discussing life with grandma

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