Our first season of cutting, raking, bailing and we've made it to the third cut, more than ready in September. Hitching the mower to the tractor and loading up the trailer - so excited! The pasture has growing and getting good irrigation from my new sprinklers, scientifically spaced to include every possible. Packed a lunch, grabbed my cowboy hat and dog and I'm ready to rock n roll.
After the first two passes, mower kept gumming up, but I cleared the obstruction and am back at it until the "Holy crap, the worst happened and the chain is stuck". Requires re-loading onto the trailer and haul it back to my shop for a look-see. Hopefully, it will be an easy fix and I can re-load, drive back and finish the cut by sunset. But no........
Without giving chapter and verse of the worst case scenario, let me just say this. I order the part, paid extra freight charge for next day arrival, studied up on you tube, dreamed of new equipment, while checking for Fedex once each hour. And just when you think things can't get worse, you're reminded you have a tax appointment for your extension.
Arriving home, after a rousing good time with our tax consultant, I spy the part's package, it's 7:45pm, I'm anxious to start but worn out from thinking so hard on why I have spent so much money trying to cut my own hay. My tax lady was less than impressed and in her own non-judgemental way, may have indicated that I may want to reconsider. No matter, enthusiasm cannot be thwarted easily, tonight is a harvest moon and tomorrow a new day. I shall persevere.
Finally at 3:30am, I wake my wife and say "let's go chase the moon, find some coffee and donuts", thinking I'll be jump on the repair project and still be able to go to our grandson's football game at 10a. There is nothing open in Grass Valley at 3:30 in the very early hours of morning, except the corner gas station at Pleasant Valley Road. Coffee but no donuts, they aren't delivered until 630a.
We drive, to Safeway, Savemart, Raleys, and end up outside Daily Donuts, they open at 5am, or slightly thereafter, as the case may be.
Home, home at last, find my dog, get the part - realize I can't hold my eyes open, I need a nap.
Yup - it's Bailin' Time for all us farmers....Goodnight!
Small Farm, Orchard, Happy Pigs, Pond, Pasture, Horses, Grass Fed Beef, Free Range Chickens, Salad Bar
Saturday, September 17, 2016
Sunday, July 10, 2016
And Thar She Blows -
The life of a rancher. It's the way we roll! Thank you Cliff!
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Free Martin - Whaaat?
We introduced two newbies into the herd this morning. They came from a ranch up in Oregon House, she was culling some of the younger calves that would be sent to market. Interesting though is that this steer and heifer are Angus twins. Even more interesting is that is was revealed to me that the heifer has not been tested but is probably a "free martin". I've never heard this term before so imagine my surprise when I was told that when twins are born and are of the opposite sex, and have shared the same blood supply - the girl calf will, in all probability, be unable to conceive. This is normally due to the underdevelopment of female parts because of a lack of hormones. ERGO - free martin.
Of course still hoping there was a small chance they might be wrong, I asked the vet to verify and sure enough, this heifer will not breeding but will make a good feeder.
Of course still hoping there was a small chance they might be wrong, I asked the vet to verify and sure enough, this heifer will not breeding but will make a good feeder.
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Meet the girls May '16
Friday, May 13, 2016
Palais de Hen is completed
In April 2014, after the buildout of the "palais de hen" was completed, we
bought nine hens from the Farm Store, we were told they would be ready
about the 3rd week, so we waited, put in fresh straw and wood shavings
and finally went to collect our new pullets. However the first batch
only had 4 of the breed we wanted, we were disappointed but collected
them to settle them in until we could pick up the other 5 the following
week.
Henrietta,
as Cliff began calling the largest pullet, was the friendliest with the
biggest personna, not afraid of anything, if you wanted the other
chickens to do something, she was the ticket. One day we discovered her
staying in the house, we thought she might be nesting, ya know, getting
ready to lay. But woefully, she wasn't eating and something was wrong,
she died two days later, we still don't know why. We had chosen 3
Rhode Island Reds and only two of all other breeds and lost a Rhody too.
All the Gold in California - Water

Saturday, April 23, 2016
We Think His Tractor's Sexy
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