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Friday, May 29, 2009

An Old Farmer's Advice

I picked this up off the internet...enjoy!

An Old Farmer's Advice:

*Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.*

*Keep skunks and bankers at a distance.*

*Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.*

* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.*

* Words that soak into your ears are whispered...not yelled.*

* Meanness don't jes' happen overnight.*

* Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.*

* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.*

* It don't take a very big person to carry a grudge.*

* You cannot unsay a cruel word.*

* Every path has a few puddles.*

* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.*

* The best sermons are lived, not preached.*

* Most of the stuff people worry about ain't never gonna happen anyway.*

* Don't judge folks by their relatives.*

* Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.*

* Live a good, honorable life. Then when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time.*

* Don't interfere with somethin' that ain't bothering you none.*

* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a Rain dance.*

* If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.*

* Sometimes you get, and sometimes you get got.*

* The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with watches you from the mirror every mornin'.*

* Always drink upstream from the herd.*

* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.*

* Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back in.*

* If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around.*

* Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply.*

*Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.*

Don't pick a fight with an old man. If he is too old to fight,

he'll just kill you.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

What's this?

Hubby calls it a cigar.

Actually it's a septic drainage pipe...though I don't know the technical term for it. Hubby has been working on two septic systems the past couple of months (wet weather delayed both projects) and is finally managing to finish the last one; a septic system for a church just down the road from us.

Anyway. He chose to use this kind of drainage pipe for the systems. The black pipe at the center has holes in it to allow for water to leech out of it. The Styrofoam peanuts in the netting around it prevent dirt from filling in the holes and allow the water to escape. You can't see it in the picture but there is a sheet of papery stuff on one side of the "cigar" that must be positioned on top when the pipe is laid in the ditch; this prevents dirt from filtering down through the "peanuts."

If hubby had decided to use just a regular pipe he would have had to haul loads and loads of gravel to put all around the pipe before and after he laid it. So the "peanuts" save lots of fuel and wear and tear on the dump truck.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

More of What Not to Do...

I thought it was time to share some more funny stories from folks who have had "adventures" on their homesteads. These are collected from the folks over at Homesteading Today. In this bunch I think the last one is the best.

Never visit the goat pen with opened granola bars in your pocket. Trust me; goat-hoof-print shaped bruises on your forehead are very hard to explain away.

Don't go into the chicken yard in bare feet. The smell of chicken manure doesn't wash off skin readily.

Never let your kids tie their squirrel dog to a little red wagon at the top of a hill. You will laugh hysterically at the "Grinch dog" running frantically downhill from the wagon...until the wagon runs over the dog and tangles in the leash. The dog will not be happy, the kids will be freaked out, and you will pee your pants.

Don't hold a pick-axe over your head because the cat ran into your target zone.
The axe head is heavy and your once delicate little hands will call you nasty names for days after having been hit with the axe head sliding down the handle.

Don't expect your kids to turn off the water hose completely. Do expect to bob for your watermelons.

Do not forget your tack room door is open. You will see a horse walking across the yard with a chewed, EXPENSIVE, saddle in his teeth.

Do not leave a hammer lying around near a mouthy horse. He will grab the hammer and swing it at you.

Do not try to shear a sheep with a pair of house-hold scissors. It really will take HOURS, your fingers will blister and the sheep will look terrible. I have pictures to prove it! lol!

Do not step on the end of a rake. It really will fly up and smack you in the face just like on cartoons.

Don't think you can catch an untamed filly by tying a rope to a horse shelter and throwing the other end around her neck!! The horse shelter falls down and you have a major rodeo on your hands (for the record I was a kid and really didn't know better).

Do not buy pygmy goats without researching their fencing needs first. The smaller ones really are harder to keep in than the bigger ones. My van, bushes and deck are trashed. But the zoo has 3 nice new goats!!

Never allow a Mexican fighting steer in your front yard when you have glass doors; he will see himself in the glass doors and you will be replacing said glass doors and have a mad steer inside your house.

Try to think of what you are going to say ahead of time for when you show the in-laws your prize goat and he proceeds to pee on his face and service himself.

Monday, May 18, 2009

A Couple of things I've learned...

For something to blog about I just thought I'd share a couple of things I've learned this past week:

If a 2 year old should happen to find a stray glue stick for your hot glue gun and decide to use it to "paint" streaks on your glass patio door, don't panic. A little fingernail polish on a cotton ball will take it right off.

If you should come home tired and distracted by a 2 year old after a particularly grueling weekly grocery shopping trip and by chance you should forget a bag behind the seat of the truck and it stays in there overnight...if the temp stays under 40 degrees all night have no fears about the tub of sour cream; just pour the extra liquid off of it and it will be just fine. Unless he should by chance read your blog your husband need not learn about it.


Thursday, May 14, 2009

I Double-dog Dare you...

Wear a pair of these to work one day. Or church! They'd go great with a mini-skirt!

Now I ask you: WHO would not feel trendy in a pair of shoes like these?

I NEED a pair to wear to church around here. But then again, I am afraid I'd disrupt the whole service, for once in his life the preacher wouldn't be able to talk. Either he'd laugh the whole hour, or he'd be so speechless with astonishment he'd forget his sermon.


Monday, May 11, 2009

Remember this cute picture of Ellen by the creek? This was taken the day before Easter.

Here is what the creek turned in to after getting about 3 inches of rain in less than 3 hours:

This is hubby's hay field and is two or three hundred yards from the actual creek bed. It was just wild. Ellen didn’t know what to think about it. She kept wanting to go to the creek. I kept having to tell her that this WAS the creek and we couldn’t get any closer. Hubby says he has seen it a bit higher than this once. He ended up spending most of the weekend putting up new fences, as the old ones were covered in logs and debris.

The storm knocked our power out for over 7 hours I believe. It is rather a challenge to deal with a lack of electricity when you are so addicted to it. Plus try to explain to a two year old that she can’t watch Barney, Blue’s Clues OR Dora the Explorer, or listen to music, or turn on the lights or have the ceiling fan on either. It was a long day. Ha.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

A Good Gardener...

A good gardener knows not to push herself TOO terribly hard.

A good gardener knows that it's OK to get a little behind on her gardening.

Her pleasure and joy comes from watching both the plants AND the weeds grow...especially the grass.

Her motto is:

If you DO get a little behind on your gardening, just even it out by getting a little garden on your behind.

*heh heh heh heh*

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

The Bull Again

This actually happened a couple of weeks ago when we got a new calf.

The calf was from a first calf heifer that was up in the bull pen. Usually when we see that they are close to calving we bring them back to the milking herd to get used to the process of being herded and to be able to keep a better eye on them. But it was so muddy that we decided to leave her there. We made a couple of trips a day checking on her.

One morning I found her up there with her little heifer calf. We decided to do something different to get them. We took both 4-wheelers; one with the little calf cart, which I drove. We were going to load up the calf, lead the cow to the corral with the calf and then shut them up.

Well. It was a good idea in theory, but it proved hair-raising in practice. You see, the bull does not like noisy, rattly things that invade his territory, they make him steaming mad. So he threw one wall-eyed fit. Hubby did a bit of discouraging with some bird-shot, which kept Mr. Bull at a bit of a distance, but he was still too close for comfort.

We got the calf loaded and were headed back toward the corral when things got exciting. The bull goes into his "I'm a Tough Guy" routine. La, I wish I could get a video of it and post it; pawing and tossing clods of dirt over his back, throwing his head around, snorting, blowing and bellowing. He weighs close on to a ton and could quite easily toss the 4-wheeler around; a little bit of birdshot is not going to deter him if he's determined. I was more than a little apprehensive, you might guess.

So anyway, I was headed toward the corral with the rattling calf cart in tow, when Bull decides to cut me off at the pass. He trots in front of me; a few yards away still, but obviously wanting to challenge me. I head around him the other direction. He changes course as well. I might add that to complicate measures the other 11 heifers in there thought this was great entertainment and were cavorting all around us as well, happily kicking their heels and tossing their heads. So this whole procession, myself in the lead with hubby in back somewhere, zig-zags all over the pasture and finally gets to the corral. (Much to my relief; I was sweating with nerves.)

We get the cow in the corral and take off with another load of birdshot to clear the way. We took both 4-wheelers home and went back with truck and trailer to get the cow from the corral. Mr. Bull thinks he will have the last word; he sees us taking off to leave and he gets right in front of us at the gate and does his pawing, head slinging routine. Once again a little birdshot cleared the way, but it was touch and go getting the truck and trailer out of the pasture because Bull and heifers like to chase it.

On the way out hubby comments that the poor calf must have thought she was being rustled; all the commotion and shooting.

Such is dairy farming; mostly boring, but spiced with fun incidents like this. We will probably never do that again. Thank God!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Has it really been the 21st since I last blogged?


Times does fly, doesn't it?

The past couple of days we had a bit of an annoyance; the computer quit on us. It does that occasionally. The little fans in the back turn, but nothing else happens and the monitor won't come on. The last time it did this we took the tower in and the dude said it was the monitor that was the problem, because when he plugged it in there the computer fired up. And, of course, when we brought it back home and hooked it up again, it worked.

This time I tried it a couple of times. Then I unhooked everything, banged it a couple time and it began working again.

Sister in law asked the computer guys where she works and they said it probably needs cleaned and the connections inside "reseated." So that's what we will do.

So anyway. Things here are all pretty much copacetic. Except it has been really wet and we haven't been able to do much with the garden except watch the weeds grow. We are now enjoying the table stuff; lettuce and radishes. The onions aren't quite ready yet, but they are growing.

This year we turned one of our garden beds into a perennial bed; I planted raspberries in one end and will plant asparagus in the other. And if there is room I might put in some rhubarb.

Oh yes, dairy stuff. This blog is supposed to cover dairy happenings too.

Hubby took 3 culls to market yesterday. He's milking over 40 now and it's taking forever to get them done, so he's culling some.

We've had two new heifers come on line, one had a bull calf, the other had a heifer calf. One of them, the one that had the heifer calf, is a dud; she has a blind quarter and isn't giving much milk out of the other 3. Hmmm... Though we have had some 3-bangers that produce more than some that have all 4 quarters going. But this cow doesn't hold much promise.

On that note, I will stop for now.