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Cabbage Patch

cabbage patchThe cabbage patch is bursting with nice heads of cabbage.  We like cabbage, but still one can only eat so much cabbage at one time.  The outside leaves are a beloved treat for Agnes and Bob.cabbage cowAgnes deserves some treats as she is such a good Mama Cow and the little girls are doing remarkably well!cabbage twinsWith cabbage on hand, I was feeling adventurous….and so I decided to try to make sour kraut.  The ingredient list took me by surprise…ready?  Cabbage and salt.  Good salt, not just salt-salt, so I sprung for a big box of ‘good’ salt.cabbageAn impressive knife helps and good hand-washing supplies, because the directions included ‘massaging’ the cabbage until it begins to release its liquid.cabbagesSmashing is also an important part of making sour kraut, as you have to smash the cabbage down tight into the jar.  As you can tell this is a fairly high brow kind of thing…it takes cabbage and salt, you massage it, smash it down and after a couple of days you burp it.  Seriously!  As the cabbage naturally ferments, it creates a gas and every few days, you must release the gas (burb the sour kraut) so it doesn’t explode.sour kraughtWe love sour kraut and I am planning on making more, after all…I have the salt!

Here’s my shout out to my friend gardener/cook Mama P, who I thought would be most impressed that I made sour kraut…at least until she saw the ingredient list!

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The Great Pig Rodeo

pigletsWhen we got our pigs (all males) we got a ‘good’ price on them, because they were ‘intact’ (complete, entire, non-castrated).  ‘Why’, you say, is this a problem?  Very simply…intact (complete, entire, non-castrated) pigs do not taste good.  The meat has a strong flavor…so they needed to ‘be done’.

Manny, Moe and Jack were getting bigger by the day and starting to resemble beer kegs with legs.

pigsIt is a good idea when castrating anything, to do it while it is still small.  However, we ran into a few glitches.  Near the ending of Spring, not a single farm store, grocery store or pharmacy had any disposable scalpels left.  It seems it was a busy castrating season in the valley.  By the time we finally ordered some off of the internet, it was haying season.  The Surgeon (Our Friend the Farmer) was very, very busy…so the pigs got bigger.

Every once in a while we’d say…

“Do you think we can still ‘do them’?”

‘Oh, yes, we’ll just need a few of my strong Grandsons to help’

The timing was finally right, although Manny, Moe and Jack may not exactly agree.  Our Friend the Farmer had time, he’d rounded up 4 Grandsons with the enticement of fresh crab bait (yes, pig ‘parts’) for the Fishermen of the group.  We had scalpels for the ‘job’ and I had brownies for the Pig Posse.  Our Friend the Farmer is the knowledgeable one and suggested that the brownies be eaten first, while the Posse was still clean.pig posseNext came the round-up…pig rodeo

pig rodeo 2 pig rodeo 3 pig rodeo 4Those pigs can move pretty fast and the squealing gets top marks for ‘high drama’!  The pigs were taken into our barn for the procedure.  They’d also be recuperating in the barn for a few days, out of the dirt.   They were given a good scrubbing and I couldn’t help but think about the only other ball washer I’d ever seenballwasher3
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Each member of the Pig Posse had their job….  One to sit on the pig, one each on a hind leg and one to hold the front legs… By pig #3, they worked like a well oiled machine.pig rodeo 5The boys had a great attitude about the whole ‘adventure’ and I could not help but think that some day these brothers/cousins would be sitting around as old men and saying to one another…

‘Remember that time we had to go help Grandpa castrate the neighbors pigs…’

Memories, yep, we are a memory making place…  Note to self, when buying pigs… buy them without balls.

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Roosters

We’ve a way with chicks around here…chicksthey almost always end up being roosters!

Out of our 11 chicks, 8 made it to chicken-adulthood.  Out of the 8, only 2 were hens!  5 cocks learning to crow crossed the road (literally, to our neighbor who takes them to his mom, who takes ‘care’ of them).  Which left…barn yard math…one rooster chick…which is sort of an oxymoron.  The darling Buff Orpington yellow chick, Buffy, that was supposed to be a hen started to crow, not very well, but crow nonetheless.  Buffy was Buff.  The rule is one rooster to a hen-house.

We were very partial to Left Over Lionel, he was a nice looking rooster.  We liked seeing him strut around the yard, but our hen-house genetics were starting to get out of hand.  Three of our hens were now his daughters…can you say, ut-oh.  lionelIn an effort to give him a better option than just ‘crossing the road’, we did what many farmers here do…we turned to Facebook.  The Ellensburg Farm Exchange page to be exact…one rooster, friendly, free to a good home…and he got snatched right up and we were promised he’d have a new yard to strut his stuff in.

As far as Mr. Buff, he doesn’t stand still long enough for me to give you a good picture of him.  His crowing still needs some work, but he is the cock of the yard now, and I must say he has figured that out.  For some reason, the hens all seem to be around the house at about 5:00pm.  Mr. Buff seems to think this is the perfect time for him to…uhmmm, be with his hens, if you know what I mean.  In the past two weeks, I’ve seen more chicken/rooster antics than I need.  Yelling at them to go “rent a hen-house”, doesn’t really work.

All I can say, is that maybe we should maybe have named Mr. Buff…Randy.

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The Great Paint Prep

paint prep houseWhen we bought the house 3 years ago, it needed to be painted.

Now, it really needs to be painted and the great prep has begun!  Tackling the easy to reach behind the house let’s get this job started, Number Two Son and I were a very effective team.  The dogs were delighted to have us hang out in their yard and the peeling paint came off easily.  I was lulled into a false reality that this massive prep job wouldn’t be so bad after all.paint prepWith the return of hot weather, I chose to work on the shady side of the house and I’ve been there for days.  All I can say is…porches…porches with years of paint jobs on them…most of the spindles and posts look like this…paint prep porch postsAnother coat of paint is not going to make it look better…

My Loving Spouse and I determine the porches need to be done ‘right’ and we’ve got to get the paint off of them…paint prep porchThis calls for at least one trip to the store for more paint remover.   While we are checking out I point out the cute photo of Prince William, Kate and the little ones.  No less than 5 minutes later My Loving Spouse says,

“They are a cute family”

‘What?’

“Prince William…they do look like a cute family”

‘Oh, I’d forgotten about them and thought you were talking about my cows!’heifer twins
Yesterday armed with paint remover, a pressure washer (that fights me when I operate it and I have the bruises to prove it), a heat gun, scrapers and a link to listen to Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone I was set to tackle the railings on the front porch.  I made quite a lot of progress…on the book listening to the first 12 chapters!  The porch spindles show signs of progress, but it is a daunting task.  In some areas it peels off in wonderful strips of paint, but in others it clings and only comes off taking wood bits with it…

The kitchen porch has 31 spindles.

The front porch has 35 spindles.

The ‘other’ front porch has not been counted…there is only so much bravery in me at any given time, I don’t want to know how many more spindles are over there.

I started dreaming of having Dear John here to help, as he is the ‘family wood worker’.  I do believe however, he’d just build new ones to look like the old ones as these seem to not be salvageable…and so this morning…

after extensive research and on-line shopping…

new wooden spindles will be arriving in a week or so…

Harry Potter and I will return to scraping, sanding and prepping the porch posts and the rest of the 2000 sq. feet or so of house.  It looks worse every day, which is progress I guess.  I keep telling myself to do the job right and hopefully you won’t need to do it again…

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Just In The Neighborhood

We once had a dear visiting Englishman friend ask us,

“Where is the ocean?”

We were living in Southern California at the time and lived up close to the mountains.

‘The beach is 25 miles away’

“Oh…but on the map it is just a half an inch away…I told my Girl Friend you lived near the beach.”

Well, the Girlfriend eventually did get to the beach, but with this experience, one might understand that I have a healthy bit of skepticism, when it comes to people who grow up on an island and their understanding of the size of the United States.

“When I am visiting my sister in Montana, do you mind if I stop by?” wrote our latest English guest, Richard.  Richard has been following the Blog for a long time and was one of the first to offer to be part of the Prayer Team for My Girl when she went to China.

‘Oh, of course’, we said….wondering, if Richard knew in fact how to read a map.

Richard it turns out spent 22 years in the Royal Navy and certainly knew how to read a map.  He arrived as expected in time to help move Eliza Doolittle toward the milk machine Mama Agnes.richard elizaHe reveled in all things ‘Glory Farm’ such as,

“Oh there is Blue!  May I go look at him?”

He came bringing gifts…marmite

for My Loving Spouse and a Yorkshire key chain for me.

Walking around and taking many pictures of our place, I said.

“I love living here… did I make it sound better than it is?”

“No, if anything, I think you understated it!”

It turned out, that he did not actually know any of the people in England that we know and we’re still not sure how he ever did find our blog…but suffice it to say, he is part of the family now…RichardSo… if you read this blog and want to visit or move a calf or make friends with a cat or two..or have dinner or spend the night…you will at least need to know the names of my tractors.  It will be like a test, that and of course you’ll need to know how to read a map.

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The Little Twins

twinsOur little girls are doing well.  On the afternoon of their birth, they were tagged and given their first shots.  Our Friend the Farmer and his Smiley Grandson came down for my tutorial on ear tagging the livestock.  The first twin was ear tagged, then I was to tag the second.  I got her down and sat on her, but the only part I managed to do well, was the sitting on her part and no, I did not smash her.  I still have a bit more to learn about ear tagging the livestock.

With three calves in a womb made for one, it is no surprise that it was crowded!  The last calf born, Eliza Doolittle’s front hoofs were curled under a little.  This made it hard for her to get up and when she did, she was fairly unstable.  Our Friend the Farmer has seen this often and invented calf splints to add support for the newborn as their legs stretch out and uncurl.  The splints are made with PVC pipe.  We put an old rag between the splint and the front of the leg and then tape the whole lot up.  The stability this offered the little calf was incredible.Eliza legsOur corral became a sort of ‘recovery room’ for the next 48 hours.  Agnes was done in after delivering triplets.  The little ones needed help to get started nursing as Agnes’s teats were engorged and blocked.  Agnes is not a cow that likes to be handled, but her attitude while in the ‘recovery room’ seemed to be one of understanding, that we were there to help her and the twins.  We were especially worried about Eliza, who was more frail and had a harder time getting the hang of latching on.  How happy we were to see her noisily suck away! ElizaThe vet said, if everyone is up and nursing, move them back to the pasture and leave them alone.  Our ‘cattle drive’ was not organized chaos, it was just chaos.  Bob had broken through a fence in order to find his ‘herd’.  Agnes didn’t know where we wanted her to go.  The twins didn’t know anything about ‘going’ anywhere.  Most of the cattle got moved back to the pasture.  I picked up Eliza to carry her to the group and of course she peed on my arm.

The herd was clearly happy to be back in the pasture.  Under their willow trees, Agnes gave us a look that seemed to say, “Okay…thanks.  I got this now.”nursingEliza was doing so well, that after 48 hours in the splints, we were able to take them off!  She was prancing around so playfully, we thought she was Clara!  It did my heart good to see her so strong.

On their first full day in the pasture, the twins each found a place to lie down and ‘hide’.  This didn’t make it any easier for Agnes to keep track of and remember that there were two of them…  I was worried that they were not nursing and eventually I got them both up and headed in the right direction…toward Mama Agnes the milk machine.claraNow, I need to go out and check on my herd!  Oh, yes, I am blessed!

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An Extraordinary Day

Today was extraordinary.  It began with my leaping out of bed, and let me tell you, there is little that makes me leap early in the morning.  My Loving Spouse uttered those few words that can make me commence leaping…

“I think your cow calved!”

What!  Almost 2 weeks early…I threw on some clothes and boots and headed out to the pasture to find a curled up, darling little calf who looked to be an hour or two old.  All was well, no excessive ‘Mooing’ or carrying on and I thought to myself…

‘Well, that was almost anti-climatic.  They didn’t even need me’.calf 7-10We moved the pair off by themselves in the adjoining field.  My Loving Spouse returned to get ready for work, while I contemplated the name choices for a calf starting with the letter ‘C’….all the while keeping an eye on my cow and new baby.

To my trained/untrained eye…Agnes looked to be in labor again!  I flew through the house, banging doors and hollering for My Loving Spouse.

“I think it might be twins”.

Twins in cows are rare, not unheard of but not common either.  We ran outside…the contraction had subsided.  My Loving Spouse thought that she was just expelling the after birth…okay..off he went to work.  I still didn’t like what was going on and called Our Friend the Farmer.

“I’ve never seen your cows do this!  It looks like contractions but no feet….Oh, Bad British Word…she’s calved again!”

‘Run and clean the nose off’ he said and I hung up the phone and ran through the field.  Agnes was licking the calf’s face, but nothing was happening.  I cleaned out the nose.  I picked up the wet calf by the back legs and swung it around…. nothing…  It was dead… I was so sad… I did cry a few tears standing in the field…as Our Friend the Farmer came in to help and have a look…  It was born head first…and just didn’t make it…if I’d known I might have been able to push the head back in to pull the legs out…but we were not expecting twins…calf 7-10 d-15Our Friend the Farmer consoled me, as he knows how hard it is to lose one.  He offered to take care of the dead little calf and said…you are still calving 100% which is what you want…and we talked once again of that very rare day many years ago right here on our farm, when Our Friend the Farmer helped the previous owners deliver triplet calves…now that is really rare!

I went about the morning, feeling a tiny bit of failure.

I looked outside again, and thought…what is that gray thing behind the cow!  I’ve never run through our field so fast, screaming for Number Two Son to come and help!  I ran up to the third calf of the morning and the bag was completely covering the head.  My poor cow Agnes was done in by her third birth of the morning, so she was not helping.  I ripped the sack off the calf’s head and stuck my fingers in the nose to clear out the mucus.  Once again I picked up a wet newborn calf by the back legs and swung it around…a huge sneeze and cough and the calf was shaking its head…  This time I saved it and let me tell you… I am walking on cloud Nine!

“Call Our Friend the Farmer I hollered to Number Two…Triplets!”

Our Friend the Farmer came down to the field for the second time that morning.  Helping to put the two little calves together, so Mama Agnes would accept them both.calf 7-10 togetherI called My Loving Spouse on the phone, to update him on the calf situation and of course he could not believe his ears!calf 7-10 rileyTriplets are rare enough, to have them happen on the same property…very rare indeed….both times assisted by the same generous neighbor.  What an extraordinary day!

I make the following entry in my Cattle log:

7-10-15

C-15 Clara Bell Walton  

 Black Angus Heifer

(Mother Agnes, Father Justin Case)

D-15 R.I.P.

(Mother Agnes, Father Justin Case)

E-15 Eliza Doolittle Walton    

Black Angus Heifer

(Mother Agnes, Father Justin Case)calf 7-10 all three

And we are blessed…

by cows, calves and neighbors!

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The Family Reunion

reunion baby photoMaking new memories was our goal…

Yes, it was hot.

Yes, we ran out of ice…more than once.

Yes, we ran out of beer.

…and eventually…

we ran out of energy.

BUT…

…over 4 days…

there were generations…

from 3 states…

24 of them…

Family

Brothers

Sisters

Cousins

Grandparents

Will I really capture it all here…

No…impossible…so this will be but a snippet…

…with my apologies…

….

Did we get a wonderful group photo?

Nope…

Was the Photo Booth used?

…well, honestly…

just a little…photo boothWas our farm experienced and enjoyed?

Yes, we think…quite a lot.

4th FloatWith as many tubes as we could muster…

the group sets off to float the irrigation canal.4th floatingWhile those of us at the farm get ready for croquet….4thHow delighted was this Grammy,

that THE Grandson’s new favorite place to be was attached to me!

With good humor they played my version of Family Bingo…

A twist on family trivia with Bingo cards…

Brave souls jumped into the pond…

there was a hat to retrieve…eliThe mini-bike was ridden with the usual bit of learning curve as one of the 8-year-old boys drove it straight into a table…crash…bang….that pitcher was cracked anyway.

We loved, loved seeing the ‘little’ boys play on the pond…

better than a pool…

The paddle board an unexpected bonus!pond paddling

While the new Crab Hat got a work out as well.

crap hatA garage sale $.50 find.family fourth croquetAlmost all earned the straw hat point while playing the most crowded (wonderful) game of croquet in Glory Farm history.4th croquetThere were tractor driving lessons…tractor lessonsWe almost gave my dear sister a heart attack as we came around the bend with the bucket full of boys…bucket of boys…but we didn’t loose a single nephew!

The barn was cleaned as the plan was for an ice cream social and barn dance…

but I ran out of energy…

However, one must never underestimate the power of a Sister-in-Law,

who’d brought her dancing boots!

So we conscripted the boys and within minutes we had the music and the ice cream upstairs…

the party lights were on…

I found my energy as the music went on…

half of us danced,

all of us laughed…

as we stomped the barn floor in boots and flip-flops,

swinging each other….

hot and fun

I will remember it forever…barn dancing 4th…the mess in the kitchen…

well, it could wait…messWith the impromptu offer of farm fresh eggs…

a bit of left over ham from the best ham they’d ever tasted

(Thank you Winnie and Maggie)

They came back for breakfast…

We scrambled 22 eggs from our hens…

breakfastThere was a bit more time to sit on the swing…porch swing2

“It is so relaxing here…I feel like I am home”

Said one of our family…porch swingand we are blessed…

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Just Add Family

4th table runnerWe’ve been getting ready for The Family…the reunion.  We can now stop getting ready, because they come today.  I haven’t seen one sister in a year, the other sister in two years and one brother in three years…and that is the longest I have ever gone without seeing them.  It is one of the higher prices to pay for moving here.  I am so excited to see them and collect some a lot of hugs.

A good deadline as well, to finish a few projects…like my flag made from an old row-boat floor board.4th porchThe picnic table gets an overhaul as well.4thpicnic tableMaking a few bags to share..feed bag1

feedbags2The lawn has been having an overhaul all spring to get ready for croquet, so of course this week the moles showed back up and as I was mowing the lawn yesterday, The Little Green Bastard (My Loving Spouse’s name for the ride on mower) threw a rock and broke the front window…so that will be a nice look for the party!

My Sweet Friend was telling us how much fun they had playing ‘corn holes’, so I asked My Loving Spouse, if he could just whip a few up…which he could…because he is handy and giving.corn hole

cornhole2 cornhole3

…and it works…it is fun…and he beat me….I strongly suspect a re-match.

corn holes…now just add family!
Adirondack chair

 

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Peppa’s Next Step

Peppa is now a yearling.  The little foal we took from the rescue organization has come a long, long way.  She is a sweet, calm, curious horse.  Given the right time and training this little girl will grow to become a wonderful horse for some one.peppaIt is hard for even us, to remember what she looked like when we first got her here.peppapc2So with sadness, it is now time for us to say ‘Good bye’.  Peppa needs time and training to be given all the rest of the options available to her.  Our Young Friend wants to train horses and has been looking for a young one to bring on from the ‘beginning’.  It felt like the right next step for them both, a God thing.  Our Young Friend fell in love with Peppa the moment she saw her and we believe they will both do well…and so we are glad..and sad, but mostly glad for them both as Peppa moves on and takes her next step.peppa1
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