Missing Willow Farm

Patchwork square #5 is complete and my quilt top has, so far, cost me only $5.  I’m getting them sewn by the first Tuesday of the month, so I get the following month’s fabric and pattern for free.  The batiks for the pattern are all different month to month, the tan background remains the same.  My quilt shop offers two color choices for the $5 quilt every year.  This year it’s a blue/green batik and a red/yellow calico.  I met a quilter today at the Farmer’s Market who does them both… two of each color… for the past 5 years.  Four quilts a year, I’m not that ambitious!

Wikipedia states culling is the process of removing animals from a group based on specific criteria. This is done in order either to reinforce certain desirable characteristics or to remove certain undesirable characteristics from the group.  Any farm with goals and standards must eventually get rid of an animal who has traits that you don’t want passed on to the next generation.  You could, of course, keep said animals as pets but then you’ve got the potential to end up with your very own petting zoo that’s costly to feed and maintain.   If there ever was a goat with undesirable characteristics, it’s this one.  She’s one of the first ones we purchased when we started with goats three years ago.  She’s got a great lineage and was expensive, and hated to be milked.  Her favorite trick last year was to wait until the milk pail was full, then put her foot in it.  I’m sure the neighbors think I’m a foul mouthed witch, because I would curse her loudly on a daily basis.  That was last year.  This year, we didn’t think she had been bred until she started showing signs of pregnancy very late in our kidding season.  I guess she played hard to get.  We discovered her with a little doeling in the barn, her other little girl was crying out in the pasture where she’d abandoned her.   By the next morning, she had kicked them both to death.  Wikipedia further states that for livestock or wildlife, the process of culling usually implies the killing of animals with undesirable characteristics.   If my husband had a gun on him when he discovered those kids, he would have put her down.  Instead, while he was burying them, I was driving her to the livestock auction.  She could be providing someone with goat hoof flavored milk somewhere, or she could be in someone’s freezer.  One farm’s cull may end up being another’s pride and joy… or dinner?

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Hermione and Bellatrix (Bella) are milked twice a day and come running when they see us arrive at the pasture.  Mina will join the milking team this weekend when we drop her twins off at their new home.  They’re old enough to be weaned now so are ready to join Hermione and Bella’s kids at a friend’s place.  The mini herd of kids from our farm will all be together.  Bella usually beats Hermione to the gate and stands there bellowing for me to let her out so she can reach the milking stand across our driveway at the little barn.  If I dilly dally, like when taking a few photos, they engage in a little friendly head butting to determine who’s head honcho (hint… it’s Bella).  They get extra rations of grain and sweet alfalfa on the milking stand, so it’s a treat to be milked.

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Everyone likes to hang out at the Ritchie, our automatic stock waterer.   The little ones fight over who gets to stand up on top.  The moms discuss how loud the turkeys have gotten and gossip about the sheep.  They complain about the holes the guardian dogs have been digging in the barn.  N0 wait… that’s me.

Thinking about a way to sell our fleece to a non-spinner, I came up with pet beds.  Jenna has one in her kennel that I made for her.  She loves it because it’s comfy and smells faintly of her beloved sheep.  It’s got a raw fleece muslin pillow inside, with a washable removable cover.  Every dog that visits the farmer’s market comes over to check them out.  Our cat Bindi found this one heading to market and claimed it.  She does have her own cat bed, I made it for her the day she came home (but it doesn’t have fleece inside it).  I think she needs one of her own.

Our turkeys have taken up residence in one of our poultry tractors.  It gets moved every morning, exactly one tractor length away.  That gives the turkeys fresh grass and bugs to entertain themselves with for the day and leaves fertilizer for the pasture.  Milos waits for this exciting event every morning and plops himself down in the turkey poop at the first opportunity.  Why don’t dogs ever roll around in flowers?  FiFi watches him with amusement, there’s no way she will dirty her magnificent coat.

 

 

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Three days ago I was telling you how we miserably failed at growing grapes -‘ The grapevines are long gone, they were a sad experiment’.  My husband comes in yesterday from mowing and tells me we’ve a grapevine down by our front gate.  A big one.  How is it we’ve never noticed this before and how the heck did it get there?  How long has it been established to have gotten this big?  Are there any vineyardists (is that a word?) out there who can help me at least figure this out?  I expect it’s 25-30 feet long.  What kind of grapes are we growing and do I need to put paper bags over them to keep them from the deer?  I’m sure time will answer those questions for sure.  How exciting!

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Sheep are grazers and goats are browsers, which means goats nibble a little bit of this and a little bit of that. It’s probably why they have the reputation of eating tin cans. They don’t eat them but they’ll surely taste them! They love eating the leaves off of the few trees we’ve got in the pasture, the ones they can reach. When a wind storm blows a branch off of a tree, we toss it over the pasture fence and they strip it like piranhas in a B movie.

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Fruit trees were some of the first things we planted when we bought our place in 2005.  Fruit trees and some grape vines and an asparagus bed.  Things that take some time to establish.  The grapevines are long gone, they were a sad experiment.  We considered nut trees until we discovered they take like 20 years to fruit.  Heck, I’m retired and don’t want to wait that long.  Besides, the squirrels would probably steal them before we could get to them.  We planted apples, peaches, cherries, apricots and persimmons.  We got our first fruit last year, exactly two apples.  One fell off the tree and a deer got the other one.  I made a pomander out of the ground apple (waste not want not).  This year appears to be our year for fruit because it’s popping out everywhere.  It’s either that the trees are finally mature enough or perhaps that fertilizer I bought off of a commercial orchard last year is helping (imagine that!).  I figure I can’t help it if it falls on the ground again this year but I refuse to share with the local deer population.  We didn’t want to fence the orchard so I did some research.  Apparently, if you cover the fruit the deer can’t find it.  As long as the leaves have sunlight, it’s OK for the fruit to be shaded.  So… now we have paper bag trees.  It looks pretty funny and may not work but fingers crossed that it does.  I want fruit this year, dammit!  Luckily our newly purchased annex (the trailer next door) has giant apple, peach and plum trees and we have a ladder.