tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43241079225795549532024-03-18T23:38:05.186-04:00Farming EndeavorsTales from a wife who is learning day by day.~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-56684735385924177302011-02-10T09:25:00.000-05:002011-02-10T09:25:55.695-05:00What a month!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">What a crazy month we have had. Seems the flu bug has found permanent residence in Rodiville. I am posting this as an official eviction notice to those pesky "bugs". They need to evacuate immediately!</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Okay with that said .... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">ELVIS IS ALIVE!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">He has returned in the form of a handsome little rooster!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">He crows and the girls go wild! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Poor Bogart, his tune just doesn't make the girls swoon like Humphrey's does.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYV6lswATux9s5YxpcPO51lef_qjnLsyLNlZwbl3RUKktN9fa1GW2BIuw6hsRwprXUvtJRURpoWTZYOiDnbKVTn1gt5m7_TMceOX-n3U6kQ69m1f6yUInouR5a3U9OUItJhsep33Q4b5hm/s1600/Untitled-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYV6lswATux9s5YxpcPO51lef_qjnLsyLNlZwbl3RUKktN9fa1GW2BIuw6hsRwprXUvtJRURpoWTZYOiDnbKVTn1gt5m7_TMceOX-n3U6kQ69m1f6yUInouR5a3U9OUItJhsep33Q4b5hm/s640/Untitled-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Bogart isn't going down without a fight and Hazel has bought front row seats. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh these two make me laugh! </span></div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-47326149106613928202011-01-19T22:28:00.000-05:002011-01-19T22:28:54.195-05:00Cock-a-dooooodlie-doo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTx2QWliirN5Zk08SXZHEmFLU15JhtG1v2600HERukQPowMtzncQ7E2IITcSpadC1kbkGECraVxDxN-UPEMBcO6SJlw0k0wGvKdBz6DPXvF0LcrODIPKezu0GJ3rbLN6dIj9kIMBV4beP/s1600/theoldladies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="364" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioTx2QWliirN5Zk08SXZHEmFLU15JhtG1v2600HERukQPowMtzncQ7E2IITcSpadC1kbkGECraVxDxN-UPEMBcO6SJlw0k0wGvKdBz6DPXvF0LcrODIPKezu0GJ3rbLN6dIj9kIMBV4beP/s640/theoldladies.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Big Mama- "Fancy, do you see that?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fancy- "I can't see through you, maybe you could moooo-ve"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sunshine- "You two just keep chatting. *munch, much* I'll make sure to leave you a little hay *munch, munch*</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Big Mama- "They are bringing another one..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Fancy- "Mooove, I can't see. Another what?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Big Mama- "Another feathered thing to wake us up in the morning"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Sunshine- "Oh dear, *munch, munch* what to do, what to do? Guess we should discuss this over lunch"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8XraYvLQ3eIvJhQ-iXJ-ATRGv8B-eLLGaPwzOkMRrDKrTmOJpKoGjbIr2B3KV3wqnEfqLTFCwtXgmoXCTxv7dfwYpmKOhsRjoGFJAzRteU02klpI4acOavT8B0SHAI2XLaVT1iA7qW1h/s1600/Humphrey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8XraYvLQ3eIvJhQ-iXJ-ATRGv8B-eLLGaPwzOkMRrDKrTmOJpKoGjbIr2B3KV3wqnEfqLTFCwtXgmoXCTxv7dfwYpmKOhsRjoGFJAzRteU02klpI4acOavT8B0SHAI2XLaVT1iA7qW1h/s640/Humphrey.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alright who is in charge around here, and can you tell me why they are calling me Humphrey? Don't I get at least one phone call?"</span></div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-91418458401122206762011-01-18T06:50:00.001-05:002011-01-18T07:16:50.618-05:00"Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><b>"Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." – <i>Casablanca</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">Yesterday Rodi and I took a trip to pick up a couple of round hay bales. What we didn't know is that we would be coming home with a new addition to the flock. I was going to post a good picture this morning but it is raining outside. *sigh* I promise to put one up this week. Our newest feathered friend is Humphrey. Yes another rooster. What were we thinking? We were thinking this kind old man selling us this hay loves his chickens, and is giving us a gift. We couldn't possibly tell the man we didn't need another rooster, it would have crushed him. He walked us around showing us all of his birds, and he has a lot of them. He told us about the mixes he was happy with and plans for new ones. He also had some giant roosters. Okay maybe not giant, but compared to Bogart they were huge. I couldn't even imagine the nightmare that could lead to if I were to be chased around the yard by a rooster that size. I am pretty sure my broom would not even phase a rooster of that size.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">Rodi thought we had an out when he asked me, in front of the gentleman, if I was going to hold Humphrey on my lap for the ride home. Keep in mind this is a 30-45 min drive. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">I replied with a sigh and an "Oh?"</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">The man didn't even bat an eye. He had us follow him into the barn, where he pulled out a square of tarp and HE ROLLED HUMPHREY UP! I couldn't believe it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;">Lillie Bunny was not impressed with Humphrey's arrival. She had to move out of her beloved tractor so Humphrey could move in. Since Bogart wants nothing to do with Sophie (the last little bantam hen), we moved her into the tractor with Humphrey (also a bantam). I am hoping it is the start of something beautiful. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 19px;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Not just my brave hat, but my boots too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3UXL32m-hanm4nsj4ZEhMtJgNw5RpZWVndynIMarOAezBMNIvli3hPYsBM1ftMjAGxeQXZn9rZw8aNa70LGLG-wYUmmZcPX1ygbS6he46yaBySJO4O6JT0COuqL2GctCsHEhml-sDyNw/s1600/hay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW3UXL32m-hanm4nsj4ZEhMtJgNw5RpZWVndynIMarOAezBMNIvli3hPYsBM1ftMjAGxeQXZn9rZw8aNa70LGLG-wYUmmZcPX1ygbS6he46yaBySJO4O6JT0COuqL2GctCsHEhml-sDyNw/s640/hay.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Climbing up into that loft is not one of my favorite things to do. Turns out my fear of heights is nothing compared to my fear of walking through the pasture with a bale of hay in my hands. The animals know what hay looks like. They know it is their food during the winter months. They love to walk beside the hay as the farmhand (that would be me today), finds the best place to serve the meal in the pasture. We have a bale ring we can put the hay in, but right now we prefer to put several small patches of hay out in the pasture to give equal eating opportunities and to minimize "the drop zone" effect (you know one massive area of future compost material). We have a few animals that think they should eat until they are personally stuffed, before anyone else should be able to enjoy even a morsel. Making these small piles really helps everyone to get a fair share of hay.<br />
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Today I hadn't even walked through the gate to the pasture where the animals were mingling when I was spotted by Gypsy.<br />
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I took a deep breath and kept walking. I walked as if I wasn't scared. I walked as if I didn't have a care in the world. I was just there to put out the hay and that is a simple thing to do (in my dreams). Gypsy tried to take a sample of the hay as I passed by. I just told her "no", and kept walking. Soon all the animals were coming towards me. My herd of cows looked ready to pounce. Tonka with his bullish ways started using his horns to push the other cows out of his way and to the back of the line. Even with all this commotion going on all I could think about were Gypsy and Rosebud and how they were following closely behind. Gypsy snorted and I swear I almost lost my breakfast. I put the hay down and began to break it apart into sections. I grabbed the first section and walked it across the pasture a bit. When I looked to see who was following me I was dismayed but not surprised, to find all the animals over munching on the main block that was still waiting for me to distribute it into several areas. This would mean I was going to have to go back over there, bend down to pick up more hay, and not be trampled by the cows and most importantly the horses. In their minds I would be stealing their food, I am quite sure. Certain death was in store for me, I just knew it. I remembered I had on my brave hat and confidently went in for the hay. <br />
<div style="text-align: center;">SUCCESS!</div><div style="text-align: left;">I didn't die, and I even found it easier to breathe than I had expected. I was able to go back to the now smaller original bale several times. I was almost giddy looking at the animals as they all found their way to their own little piles of hay. I did that. I made them happy. Way to go me! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">As I started to walk away I noticed Gypsy was following me. Eeeekkkk! Was she ushering me out of her pasture? I turned around, tried my best to wipe the fear out of my eyes, and asked her what she wanted. Then.... she brushed her nose on my jacket. I wasn't sure what to do so I gave her nose a little rub. Turns out she was okay with that. She turned and went back to her pile of hay. I started to walk back to the barn when I noticed Carley J in the yard no longer tending to the bunnies and chickens. She had stopped in her tracks to watch such a rare sight, her mother in the pasture with the horses. So excited about what had just happened, she actually told me she was proud. My heart melted just a little. Okay a lot.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I decided we needed proof of my adventures. I handed her my phone and told her to snap a few pictures. Then I did the unthinkable... I walked back towards the pasture, back towards Gypsy. Gypsy saw me and decided to meet me halfway. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxH2eiqgStqfXblNxyE5QxFXUxy1m8T1yf2p7-bB11K7BO8uHIjLc_K5fZwtezqWfshnkPDR6RV9BaoQREaQ0gZqI2gXLBET9ffd5GKaNWeiODEDoi6c7rO2N6Ox_bHvJNTQfK5-NaMR7A/s1600/morninglove1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxH2eiqgStqfXblNxyE5QxFXUxy1m8T1yf2p7-bB11K7BO8uHIjLc_K5fZwtezqWfshnkPDR6RV9BaoQREaQ0gZqI2gXLBET9ffd5GKaNWeiODEDoi6c7rO2N6Ox_bHvJNTQfK5-NaMR7A/s640/morninglove1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am still fearful of these beautiful creatures, so it is not yet a miracle.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58BcZQ7njkTxBQjB9P-4ImF177nZ3Wb_pIFATBQ6253SSuRYtpCrXEFwInfZgTnPylYj-dHbmbiMhyphenhyphenQVjNxw3rAaIXtjhf0w8uV8_C3VsyHmKBTd7fPXxTDLrAUVKc4r6plAl6HVJuopk/s1600/morninglove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58BcZQ7njkTxBQjB9P-4ImF177nZ3Wb_pIFATBQ6253SSuRYtpCrXEFwInfZgTnPylYj-dHbmbiMhyphenhyphenQVjNxw3rAaIXtjhf0w8uV8_C3VsyHmKBTd7fPXxTDLrAUVKc4r6plAl6HVJuopk/s640/morninglove.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">It would appear Dodge felt the need to know his food on a more personal level. The other possible option is that the cows gave him some <i>Baaaa</i>d fashion advice.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=farminge-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0060598484&fc1=000000&IS2=1&lt1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; text-align: left; width: 131px;"></iframe></span></div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-57300313991527026482011-01-06T09:58:00.000-05:002011-01-06T09:58:43.126-05:00He Loves Me, He Loves Me NOT!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">The verdict is in. While I feel there was a time that Bogart loved me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJsFn_2fe5AHqjo5cHhyphenhyphenQW44AxRQH4wisgjXyNmaD7LHvpRRpIGJqnWC2mP6wl2ccBYcCkQR8X3hihQnYBvlEYyc5pA2AUr3xKbKldvRix59GQXdB5T35IOYpJZOw_OWiDapCapDBiZWG/s1600/mamnbogart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJsFn_2fe5AHqjo5cHhyphenhyphenQW44AxRQH4wisgjXyNmaD7LHvpRRpIGJqnWC2mP6wl2ccBYcCkQR8X3hihQnYBvlEYyc5pA2AUr3xKbKldvRix59GQXdB5T35IOYpJZOw_OWiDapCapDBiZWG/s320/mamnbogart.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">It seems those days are long gone. Gone are the days of Boggie sweetly following me around the yard, curiously watching my every move. Oh, those were the days.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now (well since yesterday), I must be brave to walk through the yard, and always on the lookout for "Big Bad Bogart". He has gone on the attack. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">It really is quite the site I am sure. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thankfully there are others in the barnyard who are beginning to understand me and my lovable quirks.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qnBM91icJTlOqWu2iy3cHf5MWay0Pv-qcr6VAdJebF_WOPk6KPtIl-l-UPUq6q3x_Vlm5NAlydwE9mc31n4JC8gG2CO2nWPlQIBn-mpNVWXv0dWhpJIAg2MafExrfQVLb29LIWZEln3l/s1600/BettyDavisEyes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qnBM91icJTlOqWu2iy3cHf5MWay0Pv-qcr6VAdJebF_WOPk6KPtIl-l-UPUq6q3x_Vlm5NAlydwE9mc31n4JC8gG2CO2nWPlQIBn-mpNVWXv0dWhpJIAg2MafExrfQVLb29LIWZEln3l/s640/BettyDavisEyes.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gypsy and her "Betty Davis Eyes" follow me from a distance these days. Gypsy loves to come right up to people. She assumes all people love horses, especially people who own horses. I have had to explain to her that that isn't always the case. While Rodi and the kids love horses, they TERRIFY me. Oh yeah, like shake in my boots terrified. It takes every ounce of bravery in me to walk out into that pasture when the horses are nearby. It seems silly I know. I am not sure where the fear comes from, but it is there. I think Gypsy has finally realized that while I love her, I must love her from a safe distance. She is truly a beautiful horse and when she runs through the pasture with her tail held high it is the most amazing site. A site I love to watch from the safety of our deck.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of course her recent distance could be due to her great fashion sense. I mean it takes a lot of courage to be seen socializing with this:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LnB_ZZ1sskBYTDBG8zNTHcAyyWxtwL2HfGJZ7kx-0sVYjoGT2cNJWm1yHef3Jk7stTyU7aXTmxVcFmBlNIgTvM4MGpR36sPRpd1fumRY7TWJrqMc5NRZHTfXGoPuqIl_NTVnAPb80CFj/s1600/howiroll.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LnB_ZZ1sskBYTDBG8zNTHcAyyWxtwL2HfGJZ7kx-0sVYjoGT2cNJWm1yHef3Jk7stTyU7aXTmxVcFmBlNIgTvM4MGpR36sPRpd1fumRY7TWJrqMc5NRZHTfXGoPuqIl_NTVnAPb80CFj/s640/howiroll.jpg" width="424" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Yep nothing says fashion like rubber mud boots and an apron worn outdoors.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Do you see the mud smeared on the glass section of the door? Husker swears he wipes his paws before knocking to come back inside. I say the proof is on the window. Seriously that snow-melt has left us in a muddy mess.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">They have moved out of the tractor and are living once again on the wild side. Every evening I am doing a head count to make sure they have all returned to the coop. I am relieved that we didn't dismantle the original coop to make the new tractor. Oh we would be in a pickle if we had done such a thing.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">The chickens are happy once again, and the strike is over.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">The very first day out of the tractor they thanked us with an egg.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now they cluck around the outside of the tractor poking fun at the new tractor resident.... Lillie. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQyN2blFDk7HrAwVX5Zn5qpi2tS-uyWC3uJXWWLeftXnne4ztsmfbmwK9r6x2FiO9hjkBF2yDL87VSTq1vTJ1tdvVrJ0Gd1D4NjmyQf0Pzg6DuZ-yUYXXZkVdJI9_sLEFNL_vBM8trD-k/s1600/nananabooboo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQyN2blFDk7HrAwVX5Zn5qpi2tS-uyWC3uJXWWLeftXnne4ztsmfbmwK9r6x2FiO9hjkBF2yDL87VSTq1vTJ1tdvVrJ0Gd1D4NjmyQf0Pzg6DuZ-yUYXXZkVdJI9_sLEFNL_vBM8trD-k/s320/nananabooboo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was only for a week, but Justice came by for a little holiday visit. Husker was delighted, some of the time. Justice sort of rules things when it comes to those two. She must think that poof of hair between her ears is her royal crown. That or he is just scared of things taller than him? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was quite funny to watch them chase each other around the yard. Try as he might, he could never catch her. Her long legs give her quite the advantage. I never thought I would love a poodle, especially one so large. Have you ever been around a poodle? Have you ever gotten the chance to pet a poodle? SO soft!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Alas today was the last day of our holiday fun with Justice, her owners returned to take her home today. Life is a little on the quiet side with just one furry friend around, but I am okay with that. Justice will be missed, until her next visit.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Outside the chickens threw her quite a send off party. There were no tears involved, just clucks of pure joy. They outsmarted her once again. Justice tries to catch those chickens every chance she gets. Good thing I have smart chickens!</span></div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-63145693178727167172011-01-01T19:46:00.000-05:002011-01-01T19:46:28.842-05:00Let's play a game of pretend...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let's pretend I posted all December long, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Let's pretend my kids have been the poster children for good health this past month,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now let's take it a step further and pretend that my yard (and the barnyard) isn't one big gushy, squishy, mucky, muddy mess.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of course I can't complain too much about the mud. The mud is the result of the melting snow that we had so much fun playing in.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">We were in a winter wonderland of sorts. Unless of course you are talking to Dodge (pictured above), he wasn't quite as impressed as the rest of us.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">The snow has all melted now, thanks to the 60 degree weather we had today, and has left us mud in its place. I think I'd rather have snow.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">By the way I have started yet another blog, in addition to this one. I will keep this one going, I really will. <a href="http://www.simplytreasured.wordpress.com/">My new blog</a> is focused a little less on the animals in our life and more on the family and our (my) goal for this new year. It is going to be a lot of fun and work coming up with posts for two blogs but each blog has their place and I just didn't want to blend the two into one. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Oh and just one more picture, because I think it is my favorite from this storm.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><img height="360" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs433.snc4/47671_493156302408_561227408_6017751_6391155_n.jpg" width="640" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Happy New Year!!!</span></div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-62899473619736848712010-12-09T19:26:00.000-05:002010-12-09T19:26:25.311-05:00DPP '10 - Dec 9<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJebwtmeg9CbrJ79IFONdk3eOCBkRNfpeGlUeLB0A7tFEdQbQpXi0qKzNqcFfzbsjRaKPPQAY5wN6yDfnKhSm5qwGTxRyeiQ8ZJoCz1aqFN1fPChxJErbEgXIGNXd70oZE9-hQuMoDQJ0P/s1600/Kate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJebwtmeg9CbrJ79IFONdk3eOCBkRNfpeGlUeLB0A7tFEdQbQpXi0qKzNqcFfzbsjRaKPPQAY5wN6yDfnKhSm5qwGTxRyeiQ8ZJoCz1aqFN1fPChxJErbEgXIGNXd70oZE9-hQuMoDQJ0P/s640/Kate.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.tredways.org/december-photo-project/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="December Photo Project" src="http://www.tredways.org/img/dpp_2010/dpp_banner_200x140.png" /></a></div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-53233126737484506152010-12-09T08:50:00.000-05:002010-12-09T08:50:41.944-05:00Busy, Busy, Farm Girls.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Yesterday was one busy day for the "farm girls". There were rabbits to move, a chicken tractor to be finished, and one very fast rooster to catch.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JKm-424XFcxVGmFoLQYXVRtNacfY2NgZC4CMRYb3whK1BlWVhDlO7VZ6gGchN-oI_9VqohUdGN1qKTPjwcmIm62s_dnarLE8MSYUfROUapi-hH_FZknZkYJ6FK7mXfWohb3BHpSvoQ51/s1600/Bogart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JKm-424XFcxVGmFoLQYXVRtNacfY2NgZC4CMRYb3whK1BlWVhDlO7VZ6gGchN-oI_9VqohUdGN1qKTPjwcmIm62s_dnarLE8MSYUfROUapi-hH_FZknZkYJ6FK7mXfWohb3BHpSvoQ51/s320/Bogart.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">"Catch me if you can."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Okay so there was more to our day than that but those were the major activities on our "to-do list".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">Moving the rabbits was easy, just time consuming. Finishing the chicken tractor was a task I'd rather not relive. Maybe it had to do with the cold weather? Maybe it had to do with the hand saw I had to use instead of the skill saw that was sitting there mocking me. Maybe it had to do with my not so graceful skills with the hammer? Whatever the reason, it took a long time to finish the chicken tractor. All most as long as it took Carley J to catch Bogart. Victory was had though. I wish I would have had my camera as she proudly walked across the field with Bogart under her arm. She was one big smile. The hens are easy to catch, but Bogart can really run. I think he just likes to see how long we will chase him before we get tired and give up. There was no giving up for Carley J, she didn't quit until she had him in her arms.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;">I am not sure how the crew likes their new home. I am pretty sure they are not impressed. Maybe there is a little part of them that understands this is for their own good, someplace safe for them. Probably not.</span></div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-74337848096193455272010-12-08T16:41:00.000-05:002010-12-08T16:41:18.042-05:00A Fine Mess.... (DPP '10 - Dec 8)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5V1J0qlDCFjSHnIiTjzhfZzdWLB7XHyHyyWKY_VV1xPP3I2V5sMQ2oOQGdiH4M5tZ4Tzw7pQiLRrFVKylcn3aihgksZ3xQtF64ItHhsv-RbJLn3a18_Bmug1tHZllwSRl_QACprJHd8p/s1600/psstoverhere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit5V1J0qlDCFjSHnIiTjzhfZzdWLB7XHyHyyWKY_VV1xPP3I2V5sMQ2oOQGdiH4M5tZ4Tzw7pQiLRrFVKylcn3aihgksZ3xQtF64ItHhsv-RbJLn3a18_Bmug1tHZllwSRl_QACprJHd8p/s640/psstoverhere.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Isn't it quite obvious...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is quite a mess. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Please send help soon!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">A beautiful portrait drawn by Kate. I wish you could see the necklace Kate drew on her picture of Carley J, it says "I Love You"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">She isn't 3 anymore.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Today my Carley J turned 12 and she took over the kitchen. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am not going to complain about it, not one bit. She baked her cake, and made her favorite dinner. I sat back and enjoyed not having to cook.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">What? You don't have a clue what I am talking about. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">How could you forget? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Now my feelings are hurt. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Just kidding.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">It could have something to do with the fact that I haven't posted about my project of projects since I started it way back in September.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I love Saturdays!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today is no different. We have a baptism to attend this morning. Then I get to go to a baby shower this afternoon. Two great ways to spend time with friends and family.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Last night Rodi returned from his "European Adventures" and since he returned with</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_GIQH_Yo6gJg971FIf-kvMJEmMe5Rdg7fAVz3-MaXF2_NKwSprywhWFlZgWBXq-ol7AVSpx2gl48J5F38VJTAo78j52sEYZjADPvj2rGgJ0VaWwtOVaei6j0Yo4mRdrauYMOIVAftIYJn/s1600/rittersport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_GIQH_Yo6gJg971FIf-kvMJEmMe5Rdg7fAVz3-MaXF2_NKwSprywhWFlZgWBXq-ol7AVSpx2gl48J5F38VJTAo78j52sEYZjADPvj2rGgJ0VaWwtOVaei6j0Yo4mRdrauYMOIVAftIYJn/s320/rittersport.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know, I know... there are so many things "wrong" with this shot. At the same time there was something very gripping. This was one of those accidental shots, one I almost deleted. Something stopped me. It begged to be put on the big screen of my laptop. The tiny screen on the back of my camera just wasn't doing it justice.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Continuing with the holiday theme, I just couldn't help but choose this picture. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It is as if you can feel the warmth of the light, the love of His spirit as Husker gazes upward with complete </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Wonder and Awe".</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Our big welcome back to the county schools came in a big way. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Don't be jealous, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">it came in the form of a germ invasion. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">All 4 kids have been hit hard. Carley J does not find it humorous one bit. She has reminded me that she is still homeschooling, she should not have to suffer such consequences because of her siblings choices. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh that girl of mine, she makes me smile. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I could tell she needed a bit of a "pick-me-up" today. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She looked pretty down and out. Once again reminding me that it wasn't fair that she was getting sick too. Poor thing has it worse than the others too. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I looked at our tree, and it was obvious something was missing...garland.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I put her to work, hoping to distract her from her debate on germ fairness with me. IT WORKED! </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In a few hours we had a lovely, long strand of popcorn and Trix cereal garland.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We are quite certain it needs more garland but we decided her thumb didn't need to endure anymore needle pokes today.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I love how diving into something Christmas can just boost your outlook. It sure helped Carley J forget those nasty germs, even if it was just a couple of hours.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-47144991723565564682010-12-01T14:13:00.001-05:002010-12-01T16:11:02.609-05:00Say it isn't so...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bogart deep in thought about the meeting he is about to call together.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircN657hX-Zk2-L0MrEhp9IVkwjG83Vg8HyJJcEYWQg-kcyg17y4g1Cmziqx-9-g-cRohyphenhyphenQzDZf4WtOSx2kByEXN1Izytz3pNcOpgvEBBTDsTY_mzreTwxsp5wdCopCYkXvYoiM06w0idt/s1600/bogartbaby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircN657hX-Zk2-L0MrEhp9IVkwjG83Vg8HyJJcEYWQg-kcyg17y4g1Cmziqx-9-g-cRohyphenhyphenQzDZf4WtOSx2kByEXN1Izytz3pNcOpgvEBBTDsTY_mzreTwxsp5wdCopCYkXvYoiM06w0idt/s320/bogartbaby.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Poor guy, no one likes to be known as the "Bad News Rooster". Lately though it seems that is the badge he has been wearing.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hazel could tell that Josie was in no shape to pull the troops together so she took the reigns and organized...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the search party. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Last look they were still searching. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">They might just be searching for bugs, but I see them as a tad more sentimental than that.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-48627986795789981482010-12-01T11:44:00.000-05:002010-12-01T11:44:17.233-05:00A Case of Mistaken Identity<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This morning brought us rain, wind, and....</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6iq6r_IDK6xUfRrDm7rdS0ui4WhNsMd-qf8rKD9y7ZGA2ckhLuvK4XtyGW_vY0DlpqICsihFoz67XypQa1592m1JbGCnj06Mp4wr_zYuG_f89u6-xspq_4RY8OYUukXlUw7wMInNi1bu/s1600/1Dec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd6iq6r_IDK6xUfRrDm7rdS0ui4WhNsMd-qf8rKD9y7ZGA2ckhLuvK4XtyGW_vY0DlpqICsihFoz67XypQa1592m1JbGCnj06Mp4wr_zYuG_f89u6-xspq_4RY8OYUukXlUw7wMInNi1bu/s320/1Dec.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">LIZETTE!!!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was a case of mistaken identity last night when I was counting the hens by the dim glow of my trusty flashlight.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sadly it was Annette who fell victim to Harley's evening <s>walk</s> hunt.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EOGbXpcw2tWaimj75_e_urgcK7IGwXSlMCG0KqdsVjQ-lDymoN6WukaBfeDlWK7ozvQUR62h7uhr1H4VLoUVT5ym-dbAcpD4dkCHUpPfSq5UrTZjKIgVpnMpAO-x6ierh55Rc_x1EDXw/s1600/secrets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-EOGbXpcw2tWaimj75_e_urgcK7IGwXSlMCG0KqdsVjQ-lDymoN6WukaBfeDlWK7ozvQUR62h7uhr1H4VLoUVT5ym-dbAcpD4dkCHUpPfSq5UrTZjKIgVpnMpAO-x6ierh55Rc_x1EDXw/s320/secrets.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Poor Josie, who will she share her secrets with now? </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Time to start working on the second Chicken tractor. I wasn't as worried about the lil' bantam chicks as they stay put on our little square of land. I didn't account for the unannounced visitors.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">*sniff-sniff* You will be missed Annette.</span></span></span></div>~ Hhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00611029834789324326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324107922579554953.post-87942774413544616012010-11-30T22:20:00.000-05:002010-11-30T22:20:42.912-05:00The Phone call...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sometimes I should just let the phone ring. Tonight is no exception. I don't like hearing sad news when I am trying to get everyone ready for bed.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I looked at the caller id, it was my neighbor P.W.. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I had no clue where this conversation was going when I answered the phone. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Occasionally Husker goes visiting their yard and causes some issues with their dog Harley. Harley loves other dogs, just not Husker. Husker being the lovable lab that he just keeps going back in hopes that Harley will have a change of heart. I knew P.W. wasn't calling about Husker since he was safe and sound in the front room with the kids. What could P.W. possibly be calling me for?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Apparently Harley had the need to show his need to be the "Big Dog" while on a walk with P.W. and his son tonight. Why Harley has it out for our animals I just don't understand.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Poor Lizette, she never saw him coming. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grabbed the flashlight and headed back to "the harem's" headquarters. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Once I got there I counted... "1, 2, 3.... please let there be a number 4... please." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">No such luck. I looked high and low, no sign of Lizette.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Such a sad way to end the day. I am hoping when the sun is out tomorrow I will find Lizette happily chatting with Sophie, teasing her about that <a href="http://farmingendeavors.blogspot.com/2010/11/informational-gathering-of-sorts.html">"Queen" </a>comment.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp56o7-uZvZnCz8XTBdhsYj-8Azz5MccHarsmaVeV388NKaaHHPG_t4akIhRz8_RRxKBDkbEREkmYUlCQXyCQvU9OzpF6yr1k5S7Zk92XBIXLQAaUsAstiw60zXW1rf7LB3Xpo56IP9Euw/s1600/girltalk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="101" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp56o7-uZvZnCz8XTBdhsYj-8Azz5MccHarsmaVeV388NKaaHHPG_t4akIhRz8_RRxKBDkbEREkmYUlCQXyCQvU9OzpF6yr1k5S7Zk92XBIXLQAaUsAstiw60zXW1rf7LB3Xpo56IP9Euw/s320/girltalk.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I have that rock in the stomach feeling that won't be the case though.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Time to surf through some of my favorite blogs, they tend to cheer me up.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />
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