Everyone deserves to have a witness to their life. Someone who sees what you’re going through, understands your story, can sympathize with you, draw attention to your needs if you are unable to do so, or simply be there with you when things are difficult. Our farm has its own witness; two really, but one who really keeps an eye on what’s going down. Continue reading
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03 Tuesday Sep 2019
Posted in Co-workers, Projects
Yes, it is that time of year when many people – especially those with kids out of school – take a summer vacation. They go visit their folks in Kansas (Hi, Mrs. Higbee), they send kids off to camp or to visit their relatives, they go camping, they go to beach, or Alaska, or, or, or. I just want to remind you that, when you go on vacation, your local egg supplier is left with extra eggs to sell. Just sayin’.
When I postponed writing until today, I didn’t even think about it being Father’s Day; however, it is only fitting to wish all the fathers out there (especially mine!) a very happy day to you! Nothing about the rest of this post has anything to do with Fathers’ Day… shall we get to it?
So, hey – we’ve got things going on. We’ve got a freezer full of veggie-sicles for the chickens. We’ve got watering going on because the trees are hot and dry. We’ve got a clean house because the keeper was here today (yay!). We’ve got the old cabbages cleared out and fed to the chickens making room for some new plantings. We’ve got chicken pies in the oven getting cooked for dinner. What’s next on our list of happenings?
…the lily white, declare their Maker’s praise. Sometimes you hear God, via hymns, in the simplest of things. Sue sent me this photo with the title “morning light through the RCW”; immediately “This is My Father’s World” began going round my brain. We’ve been taking an extra close look a our Father’s world this week with my folks. Mom especially. We have been walking over the property and finding little wildflowers that she hasn’t seen before, looking them up in the books, agreeing (or disagreeing on the identification) only to have to look them up again because we’ve forgotten what was decided. Almost the same thing happens with the birds. I do believe we finally agreed that the mama bird taking little tasty treats to the babies in a tightly woven nest build in our porch eaves, is a Cactus Wren. Took some convincing to bring mom over to that way of thinking. We’re always seeing renewal and rebirth around us. Often accompanied by silliness and laughter.
We’ve been doing quite a few posts on Spring and how it’s sprung up
Saturday morning dawned on moving day, again. We took the RCW for quite a long ride to get it to its final destination. This first photo is where the RCW had been for quite a while. Those little campers probably thought they’d never get out of the wagon. This time, I took a video that actually came out! I am – at this minute – uploading it to YouTube so I can embed it at the end. I am just taking it on my cell phone, so there
is nothing fancy about it. Dustin was able to help us out with the hook-up, and I didn’t even think about documenting that,n and I really should have, because it’s a pretty funny process… I only got the moving part. Oh well. One day I’ll remember everything. Anyway, this second photo is of the area they will eventually end up. The RCW has never been this far up into the upper pasture land. We’re hoping they can stay up here, in various areas, for a good while.
So, maybe you noticed that we didn’t have a post Monday. Totally my bad! Nothing was wrong, nothing happened untoward, I was just out of town (again). Work took me up to the Phoenix area for a couple of days and – when I found myself with a free evening on Monday, instead of staying in the hotel and blogging, I took myself to Surprise, Arizona and met up with our old friend, Capt. Rev. Dr. Floyd Ellison :). Somewhere there’s a photo to prove it… maybe on my Facebook page. In any case, I’m back – which means we’re back and here we are with a Wednesday quick post.
Animal Husbandry is the science of breeding and caring for animals. A person who does this was, historically, called a husbandman. So, being a “husbandman” is difficult. You just have to know so many odd things. Like, Duck breeding habits. Let me share a little bit of what we learned this week about Drakes. There may be some frank talk about animal parts and pieces, so if you’re reading this with children – please pre-read to make sure you’re comfortable with what follows.
When I haven’t really thought about an article, or when we don’t have one big event to report one, I tend to fall back on a regular ol’ farm update. The weekend seemed like it was quite busy and full, but as I look back on it – it’s not like we did a huge lot of any one thing. So, here’s just the general update.