I am utterly exhausted right now and the day isn't over. Take a break and cooling off right now.
Some days I don't like that my husband has a day or 2 off work, because he wants to do things in the heat that well, I simply do not want to do. I would rather wait until the sunsets and do it by moonlight.
We have managed to snag 10 of the sheep and bring them over. I was not happy to discover that the water troughs they left for the animals actually had holes in the bottoms and sides. No wonder the animals were going through so much water. Husband fixed one of them yesterday, and will be fixing the other one today or tomorrow. Despite the neglect, they are relatively healthy. The one woolie girl needs to be sheared something awful, she can't be comfortable in the heat with it. All their hooves need to be trimmed, and one of the lambs has a running nose. Eyes are clear, and seem to be worm free. But it is easy to be worm free when your pen has no vegetation in it.
Last night we went to round up a few sheep. Small runs through the pen and WACK! a full grown ram jumps in the air out of fright from my husband and lands on Small. It was an America's funniest Home Video moment if I ever saw one. Small was fine a little lump on his head. He mumble childish curses and stomped home. He has declared that he doesn't like that ram.
Dinner was refreshing last night, fresh chicken in home grown and made BBQ sauce, homegrown and made baked beans with last years bacon, fresh home grown peas with raw butter, and canned mixed fruits from last years gleaning. It was delicious. After dinner we spoiled the boys with some processed sugar, with the camp fire roaring we enjoyed 'smores. Husband and I slept out under the stars again. It's evenings like these that remind me that the days like those are all worth it in the end.
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Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
That's why I'm easy, easy like Sunday Morning
I spent the last few days at my mother's house in the city. She was having a garage sale, and I hung out to keep her company. The sale went horribly, hardly anyone came around. She made a few dollars anyway.
Someone decided that my mother had a potty mouth. My friend Hooter had come over and we were all talking in the kitchen. Mom got down a glass, got some Ice and filled her glass with some pop. I really don't recall the conversation at the time, because suddenly my mother was spitting the pop out into the sink. I asked her what was wrong. Turns out someone had filled the pop bottle with soap! Hooter and I couldn't stop laughing for a very long time. My side still hurts just retelling this.
Mom had a sad story to tell as well. She and her husband were at a McNasty's having lunch when a man walked in. He went straight for the trash can. He pulled out some fries and went outside. Mom and stepfather were talking about him a bit. He hadn't approached anyone in the restaurant about food. Mom looked around, and saw him on the sidewalk, he had found a partial cigarette and was smoking it. When he finished, he came back into the restaurant and went through the trash again. This time he pulled out some more food and a bit of something to drink, then sat down at a table. My stepfather approached him, and asked if he wanted a meal. The man looked at my stepfather (and this is when my mother starts crying in the story) I will be honest, he tells my stepdad. I have twenty dollars in my pocket. It is all I have left. I have lost everything, and I am scared to spend the last of y money. Stepfather didn't care, told him to come on, he will buy him a meal. They got to the counter, and stepfather told him to order what he wanted. The man never once asked anyone for any money in the restaurant.
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In other news, the garden is doing well. Harvesting a bunch of peas, making jellies, growing the best grass this side of Kansas! Weeds. . . gggrrrr. . .
We have a date set to move cattle, 4th of July. How fun will that be? Not like I have a few other things I have to do that day.
oh and yeah You want to tick me off? Then pull this one on me. Neighbor across the way called. We made a deal that I could exchange some labor for a few sheep well she reneged on that offer. Instead I get a phone call, I am handing the care of all the animals over to you. WHAT!?! I don't have room for them here yet, not until the cattle are moved. There is no power at the house across the way, so I have to lug water over there. I am livid that she would do this. She is being neglectful and putting me in a bad position. Husband and I are slowly moving the animals over, so that we don't have to keep doing this all the time, dragging water and feed over twice a day.
Does anyone know a good way to move a ignored and neglected donkey? You put a bridle on her and she freezes. She was trained when they got her, and they never did any work with her after that.
A couple of the woolies are males, too many males. So looks like soon I will be posting a How to butcher your Lambs.
Someone decided that my mother had a potty mouth. My friend Hooter had come over and we were all talking in the kitchen. Mom got down a glass, got some Ice and filled her glass with some pop. I really don't recall the conversation at the time, because suddenly my mother was spitting the pop out into the sink. I asked her what was wrong. Turns out someone had filled the pop bottle with soap! Hooter and I couldn't stop laughing for a very long time. My side still hurts just retelling this.
Mom had a sad story to tell as well. She and her husband were at a McNasty's having lunch when a man walked in. He went straight for the trash can. He pulled out some fries and went outside. Mom and stepfather were talking about him a bit. He hadn't approached anyone in the restaurant about food. Mom looked around, and saw him on the sidewalk, he had found a partial cigarette and was smoking it. When he finished, he came back into the restaurant and went through the trash again. This time he pulled out some more food and a bit of something to drink, then sat down at a table. My stepfather approached him, and asked if he wanted a meal. The man looked at my stepfather (and this is when my mother starts crying in the story) I will be honest, he tells my stepdad. I have twenty dollars in my pocket. It is all I have left. I have lost everything, and I am scared to spend the last of y money. Stepfather didn't care, told him to come on, he will buy him a meal. They got to the counter, and stepfather told him to order what he wanted. The man never once asked anyone for any money in the restaurant.
.
In other news, the garden is doing well. Harvesting a bunch of peas, making jellies, growing the best grass this side of Kansas! Weeds. . . gggrrrr. . .
We have a date set to move cattle, 4th of July. How fun will that be? Not like I have a few other things I have to do that day.
oh and yeah You want to tick me off? Then pull this one on me. Neighbor across the way called. We made a deal that I could exchange some labor for a few sheep well she reneged on that offer. Instead I get a phone call, I am handing the care of all the animals over to you. WHAT!?! I don't have room for them here yet, not until the cattle are moved. There is no power at the house across the way, so I have to lug water over there. I am livid that she would do this. She is being neglectful and putting me in a bad position. Husband and I are slowly moving the animals over, so that we don't have to keep doing this all the time, dragging water and feed over twice a day.
Does anyone know a good way to move a ignored and neglected donkey? You put a bridle on her and she freezes. She was trained when they got her, and they never did any work with her after that.
A couple of the woolies are males, too many males. So looks like soon I will be posting a How to butcher your Lambs.
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