Hello fellow farm friends, and wannabe farm friends. I would like to introduce you to my three new sons...
http://www.camanna.com/new_arrivals.htm
They are the three that say "Reserved by BB" The little white one with golden spots is Apollo...doesn't he have the cutest face?!
The little black one with white spots under him is mine, but unnamed as of right now...
And his brother, the little brown one with white spots and blue eyes is Mr. Fibbs. He has Fibbs' blue eyes, and the resemblance is uncanny. ;) They should be coming home on my birthday weekend next month...which is perfect timing...the barn should be done by then. :)
Class last Saturday was great...I've decided that the preacher farmer is like a paper doll...(a very big one)...and the only thing you can change on him is his flannel...his bucket hat and overalls, and the big white beard are fixed...
No sign of cat piss either...
We learned about composting. I knew quite a bit about it, but my compost, I now know, is not wet enough. Our teacher Paul, said that your compost needs to be wet enough, that if you pick it up and squeeze it, water should run down your arm...really gross dirty water...
So I have uncovered my compost bin so it can catch some rain...My compost bin is mostly pine shavings, chicken poop, egg shells, and the occasional coffee grounds and kitchen scraps that the chickens don't get.
I also need worms...so for awhile, if I find a worm, its going in the bin...not to the chickens.
Speaking of chickens...I have decided to donate 100% of all profits from egg sales to the Susan G. Komen cure for cancer between now and September. My sister Amy, Mariah and I are doing the 3 day walk in September. It's 60 miles in 3 days. (Jenny Craig would be proud.) Thank you for your support!!!
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Barn doors...
Doing some cleaning out of this tired old barn....brushin away the cobwebs, opening up the windows and letting in some fresh air....breathe. There is a pile or two of dirt left that still needs to be swept out....sweeeeeeeep out of this barn...and back out into the world....scattering out in the wind. Pull a few things out of corners...and off of high shelves....won't be needing this anymore....don't even bother blowing the dust off. I need to make room in this barn....for new things, experiences....new reasons to giggle and even new reasons to cry. New reasons to belly laugh and new things to make me sigh. A couple of my posts are rotten, but I am replacing them one by one. One or two rotten posts won't bring this barn down. Breathe... My old barn door was hanging from a hinge....enough to see what was behind it. And we all know...doors don't open until others completely close. So I grabbed a big girl hammer and some big girl nails and nailed that old barn door closed. Silence........breathe...... New doors are opening....This farm girl has new Barn doors....and whatever is behind them is so bright, I need my RayBans. ;)
Friday, March 4, 2011
Lately...
Hmmm...so much to catch up on. Garden class number two was great. Mom and I learned about soil types, how to test your soil, and got a cool demonstration on how pesticides leech into soils and end up in creeks and streams. The entire time I watched the snow fall outside. Cat Piss was at the front of the room, and didn't see me this time. It's amazing how he doesn't say anything. In farm class he wouldn't shutup. Maybe gardening is his thing, and he doesn't have any questions? The Farmer Preacher was there, and he was wearing the same thing except for a different brightly colored flannel. He preached about Glacial movement, and how the pacific northwest was formed...quite interesting. He talked about this huge ice mass moving across the area, and when it melted, it dropped all of the rocks,(explains my property) and formed all of the lakes around here..."Puddles" he called them.
Then another lady spoke. She reminded me of the caterpillar on Alice in Wonderland who asked Alice, "WHO ARE YOOOOOOOUUU????" Except she had a little bob haircut, and had more energy than I could muster in a week. She spoke about seeds, "Our babies", and said that we all started as seeds, and asked us if we knew where we were planted...I glanced at my mom out of the corner of my eye....I had an idea...awkward!! She talked more about seeds being planted and caring for them as they grew, and mom even got a little misty eyed picturing me, her first baby seed growing. It was a great class, and the next one is on COMPOSTING in a few weeks. Sweet...
The barn looks amazing...The work room and hospital are just about done, the windows are in, and the front of the barn is getting its make-over. It looks just as I always pictured it in my heart... I wish you could all see it...
And lastly, some of my goats have been born. Originally I planned on getting two does...I was going to name them "Freedom and Fortitude"...Which is kind of where I am right now...and it propted a laugh from my mom. I guess she was expecting Daisy or Skippy or something. What are you going to call them for short she asked. Freedy and Forty? Well, the last kidding I was supposed to choose from, the doe was still born. :( I still have my name on some future kiddings due later this month and in April, but I've made the decision to get a few wethers now instead...(And probably does later.) :D Wethers are castrated bucks. They are perfect for pet quality, and not hormonal like full bucks or does. (Thats all I need is someone hormonal around here!) So I've come up with some boy names, and last week at work, I even passed out some "It's a boy" candies to my co-workers. The first boy will be named Mr. Fibbs after "The Great Oracle" and one of my dearest friends. I think the second one will be Apollo, after the Roman god who pulled the sun acrossed the sky every day behind his flaming chariot. I also like Pan...the half man, half goat creature from mythology. He was in my favorite Shakespeare play, "A Midsummer Night's Dream". In the play he was named "Puck" which is too close to "%&#$", and you need to take into consideration that he made be made fun of by his little goat friends...(kids can be so cruel,) so I may just leave it Pan. I also liked Bilbo Baggins, after the hobbit, but you guessed it, Bilbo rhymes with Dildo...so...um..probably not. And one of them Dante. Dante's Inferno, Dante's Divine Comedy, and Dante the orphanage where my grandfather grew up. Is that jacked up?! I can't wait for my babies to get here...To see them run and skip, and to give me goat kisses...
I sat in the loft of my barn the other day, dangling my feet over the edge...overlooking my kingdom. I held my breath and listened...nothing but wind and the occasional cluck of a chicken...Not sure what I was expecting...what I was waiting for...but there was nothing...
Richard Bach once said, "What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the rest of the world calls butterfly.."
Its time for this butterfly to fly.
Then another lady spoke. She reminded me of the caterpillar on Alice in Wonderland who asked Alice, "WHO ARE YOOOOOOOUUU????" Except she had a little bob haircut, and had more energy than I could muster in a week. She spoke about seeds, "Our babies", and said that we all started as seeds, and asked us if we knew where we were planted...I glanced at my mom out of the corner of my eye....I had an idea...awkward!! She talked more about seeds being planted and caring for them as they grew, and mom even got a little misty eyed picturing me, her first baby seed growing. It was a great class, and the next one is on COMPOSTING in a few weeks. Sweet...
The barn looks amazing...The work room and hospital are just about done, the windows are in, and the front of the barn is getting its make-over. It looks just as I always pictured it in my heart... I wish you could all see it...
And lastly, some of my goats have been born. Originally I planned on getting two does...I was going to name them "Freedom and Fortitude"...Which is kind of where I am right now...and it propted a laugh from my mom. I guess she was expecting Daisy or Skippy or something. What are you going to call them for short she asked. Freedy and Forty? Well, the last kidding I was supposed to choose from, the doe was still born. :( I still have my name on some future kiddings due later this month and in April, but I've made the decision to get a few wethers now instead...(And probably does later.) :D Wethers are castrated bucks. They are perfect for pet quality, and not hormonal like full bucks or does. (Thats all I need is someone hormonal around here!) So I've come up with some boy names, and last week at work, I even passed out some "It's a boy" candies to my co-workers. The first boy will be named Mr. Fibbs after "The Great Oracle" and one of my dearest friends. I think the second one will be Apollo, after the Roman god who pulled the sun acrossed the sky every day behind his flaming chariot. I also like Pan...the half man, half goat creature from mythology. He was in my favorite Shakespeare play, "A Midsummer Night's Dream". In the play he was named "Puck" which is too close to "%&#$", and you need to take into consideration that he made be made fun of by his little goat friends...(kids can be so cruel,) so I may just leave it Pan. I also liked Bilbo Baggins, after the hobbit, but you guessed it, Bilbo rhymes with Dildo...so...um..probably not. And one of them Dante. Dante's Inferno, Dante's Divine Comedy, and Dante the orphanage where my grandfather grew up. Is that jacked up?! I can't wait for my babies to get here...To see them run and skip, and to give me goat kisses...
I sat in the loft of my barn the other day, dangling my feet over the edge...overlooking my kingdom. I held my breath and listened...nothing but wind and the occasional cluck of a chicken...Not sure what I was expecting...what I was waiting for...but there was nothing...
Richard Bach once said, "What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the rest of the world calls butterfly.."
Its time for this butterfly to fly.
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