On Sunday we were all home together and well enough recovered from our various colds that we bundled up and headed into our woods to hunt for a Christmas tree. It was wet. (Disclaimer: Walking along railroad tracks isn’t safe or legal and you shouldn’t do it. Unfortunately it’s our only access to part of our property.)
Clara is the only one in the family still short enough (and the only one still shorter than me) to get wet up to her middle from the tall grasses.
Gavin checked in the brush along the riverbank for a suitable specimen.
Since we heat almost exclusively with wood in the winter (our propane furnace is set to kick on only when the house gets below 55 degrees) we (and by that I mean our kids) make many trips to the woodpile each day. Wood is heavy, awkward, and messy, and for years we have used a standard laundry basket to haul it. The laundry basket usually lasts a season before it is broken and must be replaced. Last winter we switched to a shallow Rubbermaid tub, which so far seems a bit sturdier, but is still unwieldy.
My dad has a leather firewood sling that seems to work well for him, although his firewood usage is primarily for ambiance. I thought I’d try to reproduce something similar to see if it could make the task of bringing in wood a bit easier. I used two old pairs of dungarees, one for the body of the sling and the other cut into strips for the straps.
This week is our county fair. It is also over 100 degrees today, which does not bode well for the animals, either here at the farm or in the livestock sheds at the fairgrounds. Thankfully, both locations have plenty of water and people looking out for signs of distress. This morning I couldn’t convince our sow, Littles, to sleep under the shade structure, so I covered her with wet bath towels. She seems happier for it.
Back at the fairgrounds, my oldest daughter Olga’s 4-H goat is doing well. I think she enjoys this life of luxury and attention. She is used to actually having to forage for her own dinner, so having it provided in a tidy little feeder is sort of like getting breakfast in bed all day long. A school group came through this morning to learn about the animals, and Olga taught them a bit about goats and brought Dulcie out for snuggles and scratches. Continue reading “Olga’s goat at the Benton County Fair”
After a year on the farm, I decided it was high time to our website up and running. Bear with me over the next few weeks as I develop (and repeatedly break) the site and blog. In the mean time, start poking around and don’t be afraid to bring my attention to broken links. You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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