I was making my way down a dusty back road, minding my own business, when I was startled by an Unknown Flying Object that swooped down across the hood of my SUV. I hit the brakes, came to a stop and threw the vehicle in park. “Holy sh*t, was that a dog?” I blurted out…
Fonzi does not like to share the feed. He waits until Pinky Tuscadero and Richie Cunningham go get a drink of water, and then… He climbs in the feed trough… Becomes belligerent… And lays down on top of the feed. Aaaaay!
Most doctors will say that there is no connection between a full moon and the onset of labor. Talk to a farmer, and they will most likely disagree. The old timer up the road is a firm believer – he says that if the moon can effect the tides of the ocean, then it can…
How could you NOT fall in love with a face like that?!?! This is our oldest Aussie when she was just a pup. She’s a gentle soul and a faithful companion.
Clydesdales are a breed of heavy draft horse that originated in Scotland. They were originally used for heaving hauling in logging and mining camps and as a working farm animal. In the mid-20th century, the Clydesdales went into decline and there were only 80 recorded Clydesdales in England in 1949. In 1975, the breed was…
“Then followed that beautiful season… Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Picture it. Thursday night, 2016. There I was, busy chopping and slicing and dicing. Trying my best to get supper made before everyone came into the kitchen whining about being hungry. When suddenly, my daughter came bursting through the backdoor and shouted… COW IN THE LAWN!!! Those of you that live on a farm with…
My goats are not the most cooperative animals. Most of the time, they act like a three year old having a temper tantrum. Except, they’re stronger, quicker and much more sure-footed, which makes them an extremely worthy opponent. Normally, this time of year, they would already be tucked away in the warm barn for the…
One of the most peaceful places I know, is in the barn, late at night. Away from the rest of the world, the only sounds that are heard is the slow, methodical chewing of hay… The clanging of the stanchions as the cows jockey for position, trying to find the spot and the soft, low…
I am happy among the cows… In the fields surrounded by the old stone walls… Listening to the calves beller for their mothers… Looking over the mountaintops… Watching the cows silently graze their way across the pasture. Our farm is my happy place.
Weekly photo challenge: monochromatic
We call him “The Jumper.” He’s a gazelle disguised as a bull-calf Hereford. He can leap tall buildings in a single bound. He is the bane of my existence. Throughout the years, there have been many, MANY calves born on this farm. All have been well mannered and easy going… except for “The Jumper.” He…
Pigs. They are deceiving. They look like a 1971 Ford Pinto, have the speed of a cheetah and are harder to hang onto than a bull at a rodeo. It was time to muck out the pig stall, which means I have to get the big wheelbarrow in the pen without losing a pig. My…
I’ve shoveled a ton of sh*t in my days – cow, dog, goat, donkey, and even some from a septic tank (I’m referring to the cell phone incident of 2013, but that’s a story for another day). Pig sh*t is hardcore – it’s not for the faint of heart. And since it was my idea to…
The Farmers in the Dell 