Good Bye Thomas

It is with a heavy heart that we said good bye to Thomas a short while ago. He had learned that he could fly up to the rail of the outside run and jump down to the outside. He never left the side of the run but neither does Diesel. Those two have had a few encounters before and this last one didn’t end well.

I’m glad that I didn’t see what happened. My husband was kind enough to take care of the bird before I saw. The dog however, I love him dearly, but he may not have been with us today either had I caught him in the act. A chicken or guinea is one thing, Wilma’s best friend is another.

Wilma has always hid under or behind something, usually Thomas. The first few days without him I would go out to check on her and find her tucked behind the waterer or under someone under the roost. The poor dear. If I could bring her in the house to wander I would, but that’s one mess I just can’t justify (and even though there are patterns for chicken diapers, I’m not going there).

Hopefully she will find a new friend or decide to buck up and be a part of the flock.

Oh, Lucy

WildFlowerFarm.orgSome days it seems as if I have made no progress at all with Lucy and other days I think I could just milk her right then (assuming she wasn’t dry).

The last couple days were great with her. I have moved from tying her to the gate post to tying her to a small pine tree in the new area between the barn and the corral. She is still not too fond of being tied up and for that reason I have not tried leading her around the corral. I’m hoping by next week we will be at that point.

Yesterday I was able to brush her after the grain bucket was removed from the area. This may not seem like much but considering up until now I couldn’t even give her a quick pet as she walked by, I would call that some good progress. I don’t want her to have to eat the whole time I’m milking, nor do I want the milking to take so long she gets impatient and needs to.

Today I was able to brush her again and remove the halter without her throwing her head. A horn to the arm or shoulder really isn’t too pleasant. I’m glad we are starting to get past that habit. I know it will still happen but at least it’s not daily anymore.

Per the advice of a reader, I looked into and bought a halter with a buckle that I can just clip a lead rope to rather than the slip knot one I have been using. So far I have not been able to get it on her. I don’t know if it is the jingle of the buckle or what but she gets pretty jumpy around it. I do think I would be handy, so we will continue to work with it and I’m sure one day she will be sporting it.

The Church Dinner

wildflowerfarm.orgHave you ever been to a church dinner? Waited in line for what seems like all eternity for some good home cooked ham, beef roast, chicken or combination of? This is always accompanied by mashed potatoes, gravy, canned vegetables, bars, dessert, coleslaw and some sort of fluffy salad that may or may not contain fruit cocktail and jello. The food line is always plenty warm and so is the dining room. The church basement is filled to the max. The church ladies and a few children working feverishly to keep the line moving, the dishes done and tables clean.

While all of this is going on in the basement, upstairs the church pews have been topped with plywood and cover with table clothes. Here resides the church bazar. A great distraction while waiting in line. What is a bazar? you might ask. Let me give you the scoop.

The church bazar is where you can buy homemade, bars, buns cookies, and potica’s. Grandma’s embroidered flour sack towels, embroidered pillow cases and other hand made crafts. Raffle tickets are available to try your chance to win a new gun or the quilt the church lady’s put together the past winter.

Not too long ago, people didn’t venture too far in the long cold winters and a fall festival was held as a  fair well to summer and celebration of that seasons harvest, before everyone hibernates for the winter. Now days the cold doesn’t stop anyone from getting out (unless your battery died).

Non-the-less the fall festivals continue and ’tis the season. For the past couple Sundays and a few to follow we will hop from church to church to have our Sunday Dinner.

Next week is about an hour drive to the small town of Kelliher, MN for a Polka Mass and Chicken Dinner!

Of course there are church dinners held through out the year, most notably Lenten fish fry’s.

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