Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Yep, It's a Full Moon


Yep, It’s a Full Moon
“Catalon, I can’t believe you got sprayed by that skunk”!  Catalon is my friend’s blue heeler who is spending a few days with me. The first evening here she asks to go out in the backyard and runs right into a skunk. I should have looked first before letting her out. Now she is slathered in peroxide and baking soda.  This neutralizes the smell at least. Catalon just gives me this look of disgust and disbelief.

Yep, it’s a full moon.

“Red! What are you doing up on the highway?!” I’m also goat, chicken and horse sitting for the same friend. It’s 6:30 in the morning and as I round the corner of her driveway, I see Red, the pinto horse, running down the highway across a 35 acre pasture from where I am. Red must be on the road, cars are slowing down. The highway is just a two lane mountain road with a 40 mph speed limit and most folks who drive this road are used to watching for elk, still…..

 Izzy, the other horse, is dashing around the pasture as if to say “Red! You big idiot, you did it again! Every time you mess with the fence we both get confined to the corral.”

After parking the car, I’m able to call Red down off the highway into the neighbors pasture. How am I going to catch this guy? I’m a goat person, not a horse person. I grew up around horses, but have never been totally comfortable around them. Oh, wonderful, there’s a gate on this side of the pasture too, but it’s locked!  If I could have opened this gate now, Red would have rushed right in. Now he’s off and running again. Back to the corrals I trot to grab some alfalfa. If I put some alfalfa down, he should stay down here until I can get some help. Willard’s phone number is on the board in the barn. He is the older gentleman who has the team of Belgian horses a couple places over. After a quick call, Willard shows up with a bucket of grain and easily slips the halter over Red’s head. Now to open the gate… I have no idea where the key might be.
Back up to the barn again, find some pliers. Unscrew the bolt from the post and the chain comes free. Willard hands me the halter rope and I get to walk Red back to the corral. The sun is coming up over the mountain, hitting me in the face. We are walking in the shade/light area that is so blinding. I have trouble seeing exactly where the corral gate is located.  Just hope this big dingbat doesn’t decide to take off on me in the process. He behaves relatively well, except for trying to walk faster than I am. We arrive back at the corral, I swing the gate shut and remove the halter. Izzy is waiting in the stall like the responsible horse he is. Red heads for a drink of water and I take a deep breath.

Now the goats need attention. They are not happy to have waited an hour for breakfast and milking. It’s already 8:00 and they are all yelling to be let out and feed. I still need to get home and tend to my goats.  By 8:30 when I return home, the sun is fully up and blazing heat into the barns. The goats are yelling, the cats are yowling and the chickens are squacking as if to say “It’s way past chore time, where have you been?”

Yep, it’s a full moon.

My next chore for the day is to cover the hay stack with tarps. It was just delivered and I need to cover it before it is rained on. Unfortunately I don’t have a barn large enough to hold the year’s supply of alfalfa, so it must be stacked on pallets and carefully layered with tarps. The tarps must be layered so the rain runs down off of it and not into the stack and they must be securely tied to keep the goats from snacking on the buffet. A double high fence must surround the stack to keep the elk from feasting all winter as well. The 20 x 30 foot tarps act like a parachute with even the slightest breeze, so it is much easier if a second person can help from the ground. However, none of my help is available today, so it’s me, the orange baling string and the tarps. Oh, and the thunderstorm coming in with lots of lightning. This should be lots of fun walking around on top of the stack.

Yep, it’s a full moon.

But I timed it right to plant the fall crop of peas and spinach. Plants that grow up need to be planted with the waxing moon just before it is full. Root crops should be planted with the waning moon.

Yep. It’s a full moon.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Garlic harvest

 Just harvested my garlic - 3 weeks earlier than normal
 Some of the elephant ear bulbs are the size of my fist.
 They will cure for a couple weeks on old window screens I salvaged from the old dairy.

Good number of bulbs this year.
Think all plant a second crop of peas in the area vacated by the garlic.

Goats temporary home in Greeley

 16 of my kids are staying here until the fire danger lessens - wishing for snow.
 Andrew had most of their names figured out before I even left.
Thanks Todd and Glen!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Wilma the Wanderer

I’ve counted several times and there are only eight red hens in the house. Where is the ninth one? Don’t see her wandering the corrals, but I’ll check again. Maybe she is around the corner of the Oberli goat house.

Nope, not there either.

Well, I’ll put the other chickens to bed and hopefully she will appear. I’d hate to leave her out all night, the fox would surely get her.

Hmmm, who is that woman up by the lawn mower? She asks if I’m missing a spotted chicken. The chicken is under the lawn mower, she lost her grip on her and she ran under there.

“Yes, that is my chicken!”

“ Where did you find her?”

“She was wandering around the chicken house at Garins. No one was sure where she came from then George mentioned that you have chickens”.

I retrieve the hen out from under the mower, she is breathing hard, scared and thirsty. My goodness it is Wilma!

I don’t normally name my chickens individually. They usually get group names such as all the Silver-laced Wyandotts are named Matilda, all the Black Australorps are named Penelope. But Wilma made herself known as an individual. As a young hen she started following me around and talking. She likes to be picked up and carried around. I think she is one of my barn cats (Connor to be exact) that was reincarnated. When holding her, I can “purr” at her and she “purrs” back. I would hate to have lost her to the fox.

Don’t know how she managed to get over a 4 ½ foot fence and across a 3 acre horse pasture during the day. Why did she wander so far from the other chickens? Must have been chasing some juice grasshoppers or maybe the wind blew her down there. It was strong that day.

Been crazy around here


June was a crazy month. Kidding season ended with 19 kids born. Two batches of day old chicks were delivered (total about 58). They are a month different in age. I've had help cleaning corrals, so been on that a couple days a week. Some alfalfa was delivered. Starting to stock up early this year. Could be a major shortage due to the drought. Currently have enough to make it through the next six months.

The major disruption has been the cleanup of the property for fire mitigation. Also have been packing up valuables and have the bugout bag ready to go if we have to evacuate. No major fires have been close to us except for the one in March, but it is soooo dry. It only takes one careless person or a lightning strike to set the mountain on fire. We have had a few tenths of rain in the last week but not near enough. They say we may see the monsoons start on Friday! Hope they last for several weeks like usual.

Have been developing an evacuation plan for the goats. If there is enough time, say 1/2 a day, I could get everyone out. But if there is less time......
So a wonderful friend Todd, has allowed me to move 16 goats to his farm. They live on the plains by Greeley. Even though it is incredibly dry there also, at least it a grass fire is easier to stop.
More about the goat move later.
Now I could probably get everyone out in two trips.
Does anyone know of a 4 horse/stock trailer for sale??? It doesn't need to be new or fancy, just sturdy.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Kid games




Guess which one is the goat :)