32 years. I am not sure how we remodeled 6 houses without a full size pickup truck. I don’t know how one would expect to be able to . . . say . . . farm without a full size pick up truck. But, gone are the days when we pull up into the local feed store and load field fence, t-posts, and goat feed into the back of the van. I am pretty sure all those “real” farmers were laughing at us as we left, but they hid it well as they shook their heads! It is sufficiently old to be a farm truck, quite well worn in, but in good enough shape to trust it for hauling things here and there.
Isn’t this why one owns a truck? To enjoy a picnic in the bed as they travel to their next stop, next door. (not driving above 10, not on the main road, don’t call CPS) Something about riding around in a truck that makes country music play through my mind and brings a smile to my face. (I do HAVE a country side, it just hides a bit sometimes)
We enjoyed a family day at the farm with less work than usual. Not that there WASN’T work, we just ignored it for a while. We enjoyed seeing the youngest grandbaby as she talked to all the goats and pointed and smiled. She may be Eva’s new mini-me in the barn. I do enjoy sharing the farm with the grandkids. More family festivities are on the horizon.
There are no photos for this little section – sorry, not sorry! As much as we entertained our neighbor when we were learning about goat care, I feel like that pales in comparison to trying to give a 500 pound calf a shot without a head-gate. Farmer man has really made up with these calves. Getting a lead rope around his head was easy. Guiding him to what we thought was the perfect spot – also easy. Giving a 500 pound calf a shot without a headgate – hilariously impossible! We are pretty smart, we tried so hard, but however immobile we could get his head – his back end was quite another matter! We both dodged the back end of that steer at least 6 or 7 times. We will have to treat him some other way because I for one am too sore to attempt that again! Steer 1, Humans 0!
Farmer man asked me the other day why I felt like I had to tell people we bought a truck. The honest answer, I figure it will quell the giggles for a while until they remember that we don’t own a tractor, or the neighbors tell them about our escapades in the front yard trying to give a calf a shot, or one of them reads this blog!
Now, on to my other life for a while! I counted up a few weeks ago, I have had a teenager in my home (and in sports) for 18 years straight! This is the very last year of organized sports, and I finally get a handy-dandy easy up! Looks like Farmer man is not the only procrastinator!
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