11 February 2011


Dear Readers,

I come to you all today with a little disappointment on my mind.

You know...when you fall madly in love with a gorgeous animal and you can't help but imagine all the wonderful names you will give it, the generations it will produce, and the color it will add to your herd.

Sigh...   That was me today, in happy-go-nutty land as I looked at this beautiful boy by Rusty Repp:

I know right?  He is hard not to fall in absolute love with.

BUT.... after my 8 hours of day dreaming, reality smacked me right in the head.  Darn it.

We don't have the space for a buck, even a little one (Our pasture is literally 3 feet from our back door.  Hello stinky smelly buck!  Oh my!  Can you imagine what my house would smell like!!  I would be going through some air fresheners and incensce!) 

My oldest goat, LaLa, is being leased.  So, it would be somewhat of a hassel to figure out what to do with her during breeding season.  Though over all I think have a stinky smelly buck here would shake her out of her silent heat (seriously, I have to stand behind her and peer into her nether regions to figure out if she is ready for a date or not.  Not really where I want to spent my life every 21 days....until Spring.)

Our fences are also not hotwired, which could lead to him getting out and wandering or becoming bear food. 

Sometimes my dreams get way ahead of me.  It can be so frusterating to know what you want and where you want to go, but be limited by what you have chosen or where you live, in my case.  I know that one day I will have a couple of stinky funny bucks.  But right now, for me, for us, for the farm, it is not a good idea.  Dern it.

So, as much as I hate to let this gorgeous monocromatic wonder go, I will have to for now. 

On the flip side, I do know for sure that we are getting a ram lamb and (I hope I can say this without getting my hopes too far up) an ewe this summer.  I was finally able to find some lamb pictures today and that throughly quenched my desire for goat kids. 

Well, not that this really hurts my heart.  I often find goats really annoying.  I am just not into needy animals day after day. 

What can I say? I am, at heart, the truest of shepherdesses.

09 February 2011

That time of year again -- SPRING!!

Dear Readers,

Well, it's that time of year again.  Allright, allright...ALMOST that time of year again. Springtime!

Can't you just imagine it now?  Warm weather, new chicks, new lambs, new kids, new baby bunnies.  New growth on the trees and another new shot at a season of farming.

Personally, I really hate spring. 

Now, don't get me wrong, I really like all of those new creatures running around and stealing my soul, but I get hayfever (yes, I know.  a farmer with hayfever....God has a mighty wicked sense of humor) something fierce.  The whole snotty nine-yards too.

That however, is not why I am writing today.

We are ordering 25 chicks!

Understand that besides planting seedlings in the middle of winter this, by far, is my next favorite thing to do.  And I have for so very long wanted to order some dibs through the mail!  I really hope my stupid little post office doesn't close at some insanely early --after their two hour lunch break-- hour thus making it impossible for me to get my chicks and probably leading to their eventual death!

Optimistic, aren't I?

It just makes me nervous that they will be put in a box and SHIPPED to us.  Jostled, bumped, and not have food or water...  But I will be ready.

We are ordering:

Light Brahma (8 females & 2 males):

I bought a trio of these from a couple down the road from us.  I thought they were pretty and that was it.  But boy, have they really changed my ideas.  My Brahma girls come to the coop door to greet me every single day and I do not doubt they would eat from my hand if I had something to tempt them.  They are incredibly sweet, good layers, and look at the size of the roo -- YUM!!

Speckled Sussexes (straight run):

I adore the random black and white pattern overtop of the red feathers.  To me, they are so beautiful.  Sussexes are also said to be good broody mothers.  But we all know nothing tops a broody silkie.
Silver Laced Wydonettes (straight run)

When I first saw these at the state fair, I was (and still am) very impressed by their striking colors.  I was happy to read they are gentle.  I look forward to having them.

Have you caught on to my theme yet?