“Burn down your cities and leave our farms, and your cities will spring up again as if by magic; but destroy our farms and the grass will grow in the streets of every city in the country.” William Jennings Bryan

Thursday, August 11, 2011

August 11, 2011


Its been a few days more than three weeks since Snoops broke her horn, and she’s finally beginning to act like the stubborn, mischievous, and hungry goat that she was.  She’s back out on her leash and hanging by as I do all my farm stuff, taking swipes at Kath and the volunteers, eating everything including the stable broom, and getting into the chicken coop to scarf up the cracked corn. She’s basically back to being the pest we love….really glad she made it!



Wednesday, August 3, 2011

August 3, 2011


Monday I called the heating oil company and closed our oil delivery account. Monday was the same day that our geo thermal heating/ cooling system was started up.

Geo thermal is simple – water is drawn from a well, piped through a heat exchanger, and returned to the aquifer through a return well.

I recognize that I still drive a car and use oil in other ways, but at least I can eliminate up to a thousand gallons of oil per year from our footprint. The next step will be a wind turbine to supply us with electricity, but that’s still a few years off, and will require a bit of research and planning. All in all, we are patiently taking a more sustainable direction in our lives, and it feels good…and it feels right.


Well boring rig in place for main well




 
Well supply truck

 
Main well finished and capped
Return well and piping trench
Running the electric wires
Prepping the submersible pump for installation
 
The heat exchanger during installation
Finished!

Sunday, July 31, 2011

July 30, 2011


Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
                                                                                                     …Anatole France

A week ago, Snoopy lost her right side horn. A goats horn is not an antler that sheds, but a bone that is part of its skull covered with keratin. So when this outer shell of keratin came off, it exposed a 3” bone. It started to bleed. Bad.

I am not sure why this happened. I was holding her by her horns at the time, which I do every once in a while to get her under control when she gets stubborn and swipes at me or tries to butt me.

You might ask why I would want an animal that would swipe at me with its horns or try to butt me? I don’t really think of it that way. Dogs nip, cats scratch, bees sting, horses kick, roosters spur, and people do atrocious things to other people….goats butt - its the way it is. I can accept animals for what they are…people are a whole other story that I won’t go into here. But animals do what they do – we call it instinct, but more times than not, I call it their “personality”. To me, a head butt is no different than a bee sting or a cat scratch. It goes with sharing space.

Anyway, I had a grip on both horns – one in each hand - and she shook her head in revolt. The next thing I remember was that I was holding a horn but not Snoopy. Snoopy was running off to her little “dog converted to goat” house. I just stared.

I can’t even begin to describe my shock. Still can’t. Snoops was bleeding and I was left holding an unattached horn in my hand.

I got to my phone and texted Dr. Beth, the vet, right away. Within the hour, she and the other two vets in the practice got back to us confirming to do basic first aid, and that this type of accident was rare, but happens. Basic first aid was smearing an anti-biotic gel called furistan over the bone and wrapping it – it sounds easy, but trying to subdue a goat on a good day is hard enough, but one in some pain was almost impossible. By the time the struggle was over, I was bruised and bleeding in places. But the bottom line was that at Snoops bleeding was  stopped and her bone was wrapped.

The following evening we checked with the vet again because Snoop seemed to be in a lot of pain. She was glassy eyed and seemed removed. Dr. Beth prescribed a drug called banamine that would relieve the pain and inflammation. Dr. Beth asked us to check the bone to see if any infection had begun, and if it had, she would give us an antibiotic.

Snoop was very uncooperative, but we were able to get her wrapping off and check it out – no infection. Re wrapping the bone was another exhausting wrestling match for all of us, and it took a lot of patience and attempts to finish. It was after 8pm before we started for the vet. It would be a two hour round trip ride to pick up three syringes of banamine from the vet’s porch.

We got home pretty late. But that night, while I held the flashlight, Kath crawled halfway into the goat house and pinched Snoops skin and gave her the first shot. The next day Snoop was not as glass eyed and lethargic. She began eating a bit – we fed her grain and raisins (and gum drops) and gave her blue Gatorade to drink. After three days of banamine, she seemed to be a lot better, but still not herself –alert to us, but not very feisty.

Its now been a week and a half since the injury and Snoop continues to do better. Her bone is healing, and she is getting a bit of energy back. She’d still rather stay in her house because, I think, its instinct for an injured animal to hide. I take her out by leash every evening whether she wants to go or not, to get her back into our routine of being in the fields and around the stable. And she gets a lot of garden treats to eat when she’s out with me – chard, tomatoes, leek and onion leaves, and her new favorite, French cut beans.

She’s still far from being “normal”. It seems as soon as she begins to get active, its time to check her injury and the unwrapping and wrapping gets her unnerved, so its almost back to square one of her staying in her box. Soon I think the healing will be enough to leave the bone unwrapped, which should make her more comfortable.

I think about it all – last year Lou cut his eye, Zip foundered, Patrick needed dental work; this year Lou had the allergic reaction and now Snoop and her horn. It’s the way it goes. I just thank God for the bond between us all that keeps the trust and love going through every experience – good or bad. Don’t know what I would do without any of these guys. I just keep praying that soon everyone will be alright….

Friday, July 15, 2011

July 15, 2011


Sam peeking out from the eggplant.
Quiet has come to the farm….without Bj crowing every two minutes the tension that comes with this noise has dissipated. The hens are more friendly; Sam waddles around me again as I garden, scratching for worms, or “wait looking” at me for a tomato handout. The other gals just relax under the brambles in hollowed out dirt beds they make by scratching out a dish-like space. And there is one girl who has found out a passage though the garden fence and like a loyal sentry, every evening walks up and down each vegetable row searching out bugs.

Its nice too, that I don’t have to keep a watch over my shoulder, ever anticipating the ruffle of feathers and the pain of being spurred; or being concerned that he might go after any of the farms helpers or visitors.

But this is all temporary.

In our new flock of partridge rocks, one chicken stands out from the others – it has a big red comb and long yellow legs. It is a bit taller than the others, and its feathers are darker and don’t show the tipped penciling trait. It’s just a matter of time now before this guy’s voice will betray him. Yet still, I have no plan…

My stubbornness drives a hope that this time the rooster will be a quiet one, friendly, and just blend into the background of quiet hens. 

Hopes like these are called “wishful thinkin’”. 


The next Roo


                                                                                   
Lou couldn't care less about any of this....

Monday, June 27, 2011

June 27, 2011


I probably should be outside weeding…

Should is an interesting word. It implies that things are wrong. I should do this or that, or, things should be this way or that way…I do my best not to think or say should…I do my best to accept things as they are, rather than what they should be. Nothing should be….I shouldn’t be this or that either. I just am. That’s all.

I have been giving a lot of time listening to Alexi Murdoch and psychedelic folk harpist singer Joanna Newsome – they both play very simplified music with very real lyrics that capture all four corners of life, but in very different means. I was never main stream. I have always lived off to the side of things. At times it makes me hard to understand, or to figure out, but it’s a good place for me to be. From here I don’t get too swept away, but I can see what is swept away…

Think it’s been close to two months now that I haven’t watched tv. I have flipped through channels a few times, but I have just turned it off and gone off to read, or I put on my ear phones and listen to some music. Sometimes I just take a nap…or go do something out side. These two months have been good for me.

Louie had a bad reaction to a salve that we tried on his mane to relieve his itching. His skin peeled, and tuffs of hair fell out…What was meant to heal made things worse. The vet put him on steroids – 22 pills each morning for now. I feel terrible. He still lets me hug him, kiss his nose, and pet him – he’s so forgiving. Wish I could be the same sometimes. Animals have so much to teach us…I know that line isn’t original, but its worth repeating.

Speaking of animals, our rooster is about to be re-homed to a person who loves the “cock-a-doodle-doo” call. It beats eating him, which was becoming the plan. I don’t care for his lack of ‘courtship manners’, and then he finally went after Kath. That’s what a rooster does and I can’t change his instincts, but I can change where he lives…Rose will be coming over to help – she’s a lot younger and more nimble than I, so I am glad for the help. We plan to net him and put him in a dog carrier, then take him to his new home. That’s the plan…I’ll let you know later how many stitches I need.

“I don’t want a pickle…just want to ride my motor cycle” is playing now…Arlo Guthrie. “and I don’t wanna to die…just want to ride my motor cycle”. For the moment, things are quite that simple.

June 28, 2011
Update-- our roo has a nice new home now, about 10 minutes away. He went happily - well sort of. He wasn't too happy about being herded into the cage, but he eventually conceded, and never raised a spur. We sent along a care package of his favorite grains. He will be well taken care of, and if he even acts the least bit of a gentleman, he'll never know the feel of barbeque sauce...

Saturday, June 18, 2011

June 19, 2011

la gente que conozco ... tres bocetos

He said that he can’t figure out why anyone would want the world to get better - he wants it to end. When the end comes, he will be taken up to heaven. The rest of us will face God’s wrath…revelations…but he’ll be first in line at the golden gate. The bouncer wont even card him. He believes that war and earthquakes and famine and diseases are good – even floods and tornadoes - they damn the deserved, and let the good guys know they are GOOD. And he is a GOOD guy. But he just needs the world to end to prove it.

The mini van was parked in the Acme grocery store parking lot. On its sides and back windows was brightly painted “ Bin Laden is avenged”, Rot in Hell Bin Laden”, “Obama, Thanks for killing him”, “Hooray!”. Bruce, whose job it is to gather all the shopping carts from the parking lot and push them back to the store was quite upset over the van and stopped me... “That’s too much”, he said, nervously pointing out the van to me …Even Bruce, who is a mentally disabled adult, understands the outcome of extremism. It’s a stick of dynamite with a fuse burning on both ends…even if one side is extinguished, the other side will set it off.

I handed her the CSA share bag, full of greens and a bundle of beets. The week before I had delivered a share of strawberries and lettuces to her. She was so happy to have them. These shares were shares that belonged to one of my CSA members, who asked that I give them to the woman. I called the CSA member who was in the hospital undergoing chemo, to tell her how happy that had made the recipient, and the member said to me, “it means so much to me that no matter how sick I am, I can still do something for others…”

Monday, June 6, 2011