“A day in the country is worth a month in town”Christina Rossetti

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Monday, November 14, 2011

Kids and Critters Part 2

So! Hello and welcome to my kitchen.
Apparently Juliann like to watch me cook.
This is me cooking. Eggs anyone?
Jock waiting his turn for some bread crumbs.

We found a dead bat and got to see it teeth - "just like a vampires". Kathleen found it quite interesting. I offered to pack it up for Show and Tell, but two Moms said "NO"!

The tractor is still fun even without moving.

Here I am with my Canton, CT, now SWPA friend Juliann, enjoying our farm brunch.


Today's photos are taken by guest Arlene and I don't think I attributed the last post's photos to Juliann. They all arrived while I was up in the field, and I never got to get my camera before the visit started. Its nice to see the farm from others point of view.
This last shot is taken in Ligonier outside the Main Gallery - a fun place to shop.
Now its your turn to visit.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Kids and Critters (and Girls Like Tractors Too)

 Lillian and Kathleen arrived just as the doelings were having breakfast, and as always, Adeline was quite rude. Not one, but two feet were in the feed, and she was not about to share.
The girls had brought their own treats for the fish.
The fish were quite appreciative.
 A short hike around the pond and we were back to the barn where the chickens were treated to some extra feed.
 Two eggs were found in the barn.
Yep! Its still warm.
And last - a "ride" on the Deere by a couple of Dears.

Hostess Gift

 
 I had guests at the farm today and they bore my kind of hostess gifts.
 I did make the bread though.
Yummies from my Julian. Thanks!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Fall Maintenance Crew

The past two mornings we have woken to subfreezing temperatures and heavy frost. Any hope of those last tomatoes ripening is over.
The does were fenced in below the pond yesterday. Now we are taking advantage of any areas with good browse that the goats can "mow" before the tractors have to finish the work. They love it. We love it.  Mowing goes that much faster if the field is thinned out.  
Yesterday the goats were acting more like sheep though.  They spent so much time grazing on the lawn-like-half, that I started calling them lazy sheep.  Sorry sheep people, but I had visions of the tall weedy side being flattened in a day. That will have to come today I guess.

Along the pond bank we have two or three sizes of rose hips. This rounder large rose hip belongs to the pink rose such you see at the beach and has a great scent.
These are from the white wild roses that become more of a weed then an ornament, if left alone. 

The goats trim up the brambles on the hill, but we have to get them up to the pond as we work through the acreage, to get things passable again.  I can barely get through with my tractor to mow without getting caught in the thorns.  Time for the goats to earn their keep.
As you can see, the colors are muting, but the browns and golds still have a little life to them. A blue sky helps too.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Autumn Clean Up

 
After two rotations, the girls are finishing the last corner of the upper pasture before winter.
 First thing in the morning, everyone gets some grain which is a mix of sweet feed and goat mix. 
Adeline is like a dog with a bone.... 
 She has her foot in the bowl and won't even share with her own mother Saba. 
We hope that's the only reason she's chubby.
 Does this udder look rounder.  That's Twee. I'll be watching for us.
Meanwhile, we'll all enjoy these last warm, dry days while we can.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

St. Pants

We've come full circle with Pants. For the past two weeks we were noticing a bit of listlessness. Then when he ignored food, we were certain more was going on. All sorts of efforts resulted in temporary hope, but last night he took a turn for the worse.
Pants was a favorite to everyone.
He was a sweet boy that even the little folk could be near.
He will be so missed.
Newborn Pants with Zola and brother Grant.
Days old in the field
Pants this spring, babysitting the bucklings.

Goodbye Warm October