|From Tea With Dee|
|From Tea With Dee|
|From Tea With Dee|
|From Tea With Dee|
We lost seven of our eight chickens last night and have absolutely no idea what happened. Their pen was secure and no evidence of how they got out. I’ll spare you all the details but suffice it to say, I’m pretty saddened by the loss. I also feel really sorry for the one remaining chicken. She acts terrified and I’m sure she’ll be lonely. I hadn’t planned to get more chicks this spring but I guess I’ll have to. Here’s a picture of my beloved Betsy. She was from our first batch three and a half years ago. I had hoped she was the one remaining but that’s not the case:
I wouldn’t be surprised to see this sort of thing around here:
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Some of the things I do around here…
People sometimes ask us why we don’t have goats. We have plenty of room and fresh goats milk is oh, so good for you. Well, aside from the fact that I really am not interested in milking a goat twice a day, every day, there’s this little thing I call the annoyance factor. There are so many annoying things that happen in one’s daily life that you really can’t control. (See my post about pet peeves, for just three of these.) But there are also many potentially annoying circumstances which one can and should try to avoid. For instance, I’ve been Wal Mart-free for the past six months and my annoyance quotient has been greatly reduced as a result.
Goats fall into this latter category of avoidable annoyances. Case in point, Sunday afternoon my sister-in-law, Deena, called David and asked if he had some type of wire cutters she could borrow. She and her daughter, Shelby, were at the home of some mutual friends who happen to live near us. These friends were out of town and had hired Shelby to take care of their animals. When they arrived they found one of the goats had her head stuck through the fence and couldn’t get it out. Deena had tried and tried but to no avail. David went over to help and was able to maneuver the goat’s head and horns back out without cutting the fence. All was well and good.
Until this afternoon. I was taking a nap when Deena called me very apologetically. The goat had her head stuck again. She had tried her husband (my brother) but he was in a meeting and didn’t answer his cell phone. She then tried one of our neighbors whom she knows well and who often works from home. He wasn’t home this time, though. She then called me. I called David at work to ask what tool I should take over there (hacksaw) and where I would find it (bottom drawer of tool chest, although that isn’t where I ultimately found it). I didn’t ask him to come home because I knew he was really busy. As I was getting ready to go help with the rescue, it occurred to me that I didn’t have a car. You see, our Suburban broke down on the way to Tulsa this past weekend and was spending a couple of days there getting repaired…to the tune of $959.29. Guess where most of our *stimulus check* is going?
Also, I didn’t have Deena’s cell phone number because I had dropped my cell phone last week and it was in being repaired…to the tune of $75…and it contained all my cell numbers. I was just about to call David to have him find her number for me when he called back to say he was coming home to help. I got a hold of Deena and told her what was going on. She left Shelby in charge of the goat and came over to pick up me and the hacksaws. We then went back to wait for David.
And because the best way to handle things like this is to take pictures and then blog about them, here is today’s photo essay titled, “Why I Don’t Want Goats”.
“Hi, my name is Filene but you can call me Stupid.”:
My cute niece, Shelby with “Stupid”:
Okay, turn your head this way…
No, not like that. How did we do this yesterday?…
Don’t even think of biting me!
Uh, she’s choking:
Had to cut the fence:
Free at last, free at last. Thank God Almighty, I’m free at last!
Shelby has a bit more patience with the goats than the adults and takes some additional grain to the miscreant because the other goats don’t want to share. That goat is lucky, I’ll tell you that.
Deena and I then fastened some chicken wire along the fence where “Stupid” likes to stick her head through. I told her we could start a business, “Deena and Deanna’s Fencing Company”. Or maybe not.
Several years ago, PBS aired a riveting documentary about a young, Nebraska farm family. “The Farmer’s Wife” is one of those rare television experiences that captures your heart and soul — truly unforgettable. I just happened to catch the first episode and was immediately captivated by it. I ended up being able to record the entire thing and have watched it several times over the years. My daughter, Lisa, also loved it and we have watched it together a few times.
Filmmaker David Sutherland gives the viewer a fascinating glimpse into the lives of Darrel and Juanita Buschkoetter as they struggle to keep their farm and their marriage together through very difficult times. It’s an extremely intimate portrayal of their lives, as well as an eye-opening look at the difficulties facing small American farmers.
If you get the opportunity to see this on PBS, locate it in your library, or purchase the DVD, I strongly recommend it. I promise you will never forget it, nor will you ever look at farming the same way again.
Okay, so we are in no way farmers, despite the fact I refer to our 40 acres as “Apple Tree Farm”. We do, however, have chickens, horses (one belongs to our married daughter and one to her best friend), and a tiny bit of a garden. I love to read about farming and homesteading, although I am quite certain I’m not cut out for that lifestyle myself. I don’t mind putting on a pair of jeans and boots for a short period of time in order to take care of outdoor chores, but I’m truly happier in a skirt and makeup in an air conditioned house most of the time.
Still, there is a certain satisfaction I get from hearing the gentle cluck cluck of my chickens as they peck about their yard. And while I am not really a *horse person*, I do like to stroke their velvety noses. We’re not going to be planting crops but homegrown tomatoes are one of summer’s blessings. Most of the time I enjoy living in the country on my fantasy farm.
The other night, after several days of temperatures hovering around 110 degrees, a cool front came through. The drop in temperature combined with a nice breeze were much appreciated. David and I sat out on our back patio for quite awhile just enjoying the outdoors. I mentioned that I sure would like to see a deer and no sooner were the words out of my mouth than David spotted one! We apparently have quite a few living in our woods. There are currently a couple of fawns which everyone else out here has seen but I have missed thus far.
We also have been seeing a black cat pretty often and a few days ago discovered that she has two kittens. They are wild and won’t come anywhere near us, but I do enjoy little glimpses of them. I just hope they are handling the heat okay and finding enough to eat. I keep thinking about putting out some cat food for them but I try to remind myself that I can’t personally feed every wild creature living on our property. Can I?