I’ve had to get a job, so any hours we have will be by appointment only once we get started again. I’ve joined TOFGA, and we are looking at greenhouse ideas. Strictly low budget. I’m leaning towards a hoop house like we did with the shelters.
Ann adjusted fairly well to her new home, and Amy is happy as a clam. She’s still skittish around me, but will come to me if Amy does. However, she won’t let me touch her so I can’t feel for lamb movement. I’ll have to get my son out to help me. We’re discussing going back and buying the other ewes she had for sale. The goats are still eating Amy’s wool, so a separate area is moving up the “must do” list.
Our neighbor put the land next to us up for sale. This is the land we tried to buy, but he bought it first. I’m hoping we can get a down payment together, and buy it when he drops the price in February. It’s doubtful, but it won’t hurt to try.
We’re trying to decide how to lay out the chickens and turkeys in relation to the rest of the place. We miss having our feathered friends and plan to replace them asap. We’re okay on some eggs for now, but my soy-sensitive daughter is joining us in the spring, so we need them in place by then.
The goats keep escaping and getting into the neighbor’s pasture of cattle. Not a good way to build relations. We’ve put temporary fencing up to block the barbed wire that they army crawl under (seriously amusing to watch a 110 pound goat army crawl). The adults haven’t gotten out again but the kids have. We’re literally piling things in front of any suspected holes to block them. So far they’re winning.
Things are a changin’.
Everything other than goat sales is on hold. We have an initial move date for myself, our middle son, two dogs, the goats and sheep to move down to the land. I will be concentrating on getting the disastrous, overloaded house organized, decluttered and packed.
I don’t want to rewrite the post, so I’m just linking it here. It’s been a heck of a week.
I could go on about his woman who obviously doesn’t have a clue about how farms are run, but I’ll just say this educational farm (what we would like to become) has failed to educate this person through no fault of their own.
It is an educational farm not a petting zoo. They teach people where their food comes from. They are clear in their purpose. If asked, they don’t hide the fact that they raise them for food. But thanks to one woman, who insists the FARM family should buy their meat from a store, this farmer is getting a lot of flack. On the plus side, the community is rallying around him. With any luck, this will backfire on her. I have to say, I have read the Benner’s Facebook page, and they are responding very graciously to the protesters. I’m not sure I’d be so nice.
Someone jump-started the hens, and they went from 1 or 2 eggs every other day to 4-7 every day. It looks like a good time to restart egg sales. Even if I get down to our land, the adult children staying behind will continue selling eggs. We may have to put a mini-fridge outside and go to the honor system. It’s a common thing around my area, and most people are really good about it.
One doe is still up in the air. Figuratively for you literal people. Two does are confirmed bred: Cedar*Run Drops of Jupiter ( FF- due last week of April), and Cedars of Lebanon Fortuitous (Tuiti – due first week of April). Poor Tuiti is quite wide. I’m praying shes got a couple of does in there, and they aren’t planning on a pretzel delivery. Loki is still keeping us guessing. I’m betting I decide she isn’t, and I’ll walk outside and find kids running around that I know weren’t there the night before. She’s stubborn like that.
As of right now, we are not raising turkeys or meat chickens this year, nor are we putting in a garden If I can’t get the goats down south before temps get into the 80s on my travel route, I will have to wait until Fall. Seriously, would you want to be stuck in a trailer on highways for 3 days and 2 nights in the summer with no air conditioning? That saga is being posted on my main blog.
It is coming up faster than I wanted. We are behind on getting things ready, because we thought we would be heading south with everyone by now. Why is it plans tend to go out the window? It’s very frustrating.
Two does are keeping me guessing. One minute they look pregnant, the next they don’t. Poor Tuiti is looking a bit big. That is either one big buck or a couple of does (Oh, please be does.) It’s probably two bucks, because the snot likes to do the opposite of what I want. Good thing I like her.