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I can’t believe she kicked me!

I can’t believe she kicked me!

It’s finally only -15 outside. It practically felt like spring this morning. I was looking forward to chores in the “warmer” weather. Caroline, my Sweet Caroline, apparently was not sharing the same cheery outlook as I.  Normally I can open the gate and she meanders over to her spot. I don’t have a stanchion to milk, she just enjoys her breakfast at a different feeder while I milk, I don’t even bother tying her...like I said, normally. She was not interested in getting up, nor was she interested in walking out of the gate and breakfast was not appetizing this...

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He Ran Like I Left Open the Gate

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He Ran Like I Left Open the Gate

I didn’t even say it out loud, I just thought it! “It’s been a rather uneventful week. What farm story do I have to share this today?” So all week Louie has went to his overnight pen without too much work. I was able to finally do it myself so Mike didn’t have to come out to the barn each night to help me put the calf to bed. As I had every other night I went out to the barn to do evening chores. Mike was working late but I didn’t think too much about it. I opened Louies...

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I got this...

I got this...

I went to the local co-op yesterday. Ya’ know, just do’n the farmer thing. Picking chicken feed and bedding, lick tubs for the cows.  Usually I just get one bag of chicken feed at a time. There isn’t any room for more with all the kids in the car. The guys will put the bag of feed on the front seat. When I get home I put one foot on the side of the SUV and the other on the ground. If I pull the bag just right it will roll out of the car and into the wheelbarrow. Then...

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Have you seen my ass?

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Have you seen my ass?

Last Sunday I had let Grace (the donkey) and Charlotte (the jersey heifer) out in the yard to enjoy some fresh grass. They’re both wonderfully tame and great with the kids so I don’t worry too much about the kids in the pen or the animals out. I was working outside so I could keep an eye on them. I didn’t want them to venture down the driveway to the road.  It had been a day and it wasn’t even afternoon. I had four “helpers” to clean the chicken coop. We’ve got 55 fat meat birds that are, well, gross....

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Milking a dry cow

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Milking a dry cow

For years I have wanted a family milk cow. Lucy, whom I lovingly called Big Mama on most days and some unmentionable names on a few not so great days, was our first cow. I worked with her getting her used to being haltered, lead, tied, and walked but we never got to milk. Every spring since she came home her and I were due at the same time. It was always deemed unsafe for me to start training and milking her.   Along came Sweet Caroline. She is so sweet. Finally a spring that she is due and I’m not....

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