Regular readers of this blog (Hi Mom!) probably think I’ve died or broke my typing finger or something.
I’m here and all my digits are in working order.
What we (the whole local part of the family and myself) have done however is something that keepers of livestock almost never get to do, that is to leave the farm for several days at a time.
We all went out to Colorado for a family event that was a combination family reunion and celebration of the 50th wedding anniversary for my aunt and uncle.
Our friend and sometimes co-conspirator Mr. Cooney came by and took care of the daily chores and checked on all the critters.
That made it possible. We are grateful and very lucky to have such friends.
Recent farm news:
Friends with a straight run batch of Buff-Orrington chickens brought the cockerels over to be converted from obnoxious little ankle peckers into tasty little fryers.
The job was done with very little trouble in just a couple of hours thanks to the whiz bang plucking machine.
We had a bad episode where the some of the sheep developed internal parasites that had become resistant to the Ivomec drench we have been using.
We wormed them at the same time we weaned the lambs. I miss diagnosed the problem as weaning stress, the result being three dead sheep.
I did eventually figure out what was going on and re-treated all those that needed it with a different drug.
They all seem to have responded well to that treatment.
This week’s goal is to get the hay crop underway. I plan to cut evenings this week, rake on Friday evening and bale over the weekend.
We have been struggling with very little rain lately, almost but not quite a full-blown drought.
I have noticed that one thing that is more effective than a rain dance or even scheduling a parade is for me to cut hay.
That has been known to cause flash floods. It would almost be worth it.