Missing Willow Farm

We’re under a winter storm warning for snow, sleet and freezing rain, 90% starting this evening.  The sheep are not concerned.  They’ll stand out in the middle of it all in their woolies.  Last year their fleece weighed in between 5 and 10 lbs. each and spins into beautiful yarn.  It’ll be shearing time before they know it, and they’ll spend the remaining days of winter near the barn.  Until then, they’re just fine, thank you.

It was inevitable… We left Jenna’s kennel door open an inch or so this morning and Bindi ran in to say “Hi, I believe we are neighbors”.  She stayed long enough to snuggle a bit.  Jenna indulged her young visitor’s invasion of her personal space with grace.   She pretty much pretended to ignore her, but kept glancing at her out of the corner of her eye.  Jenna pretty much ignores every creature that doesn’t have fleece and goes ‘baaa’.  We’ve tried to get her to chase deer, turkeys, geese and our goats.  If we give her a command, she just runs in circles looking for a sheep to boss around

The best crafting site on the planet, Craftster, has awarded my post about our farm life as one of their best of 2010.   They also awarded Mieljolie for the paper mache witch boot she made me in a swap and also my good friend Cackle who has taught me everything I know about polymer clay.  Woo hoo!

At least it is at our house, which means the dining room is taken over by our set-up.  No more fancy dinner parties for us until everything gets moved to the greenhouse in a few months!  Shower curtain liners cover the oriental rug and grow lights are mounted above and below a utility table.  That’s our ghost pepper plant in the pot under the table, it’s just starting to yield.  We planted phase 1 of assorted hot peppers and heirloom tomatoes in the seed trays.  We’re first to market around here with both.  People jump on heirloom tomatoes after living with those flavorless grocery store ones for the last 8 or so months!

We’re an hour from a Home Depot or Pizza Hut but have a fantastic sewing shop about 25 minutes away.  They have a quilt special every year where you come the first Tuesday in January and pay $5 for the fabric and pattern for a block.  If you make it and take it in to show them the first Tuesday in February, they give you the fabric and pattern for the second coordinating block for free.  I selected the batik option.  There was also a yellow country-looking option in the same pattern.  Pretty, right?  I’ve quilted before but it’s been 23 years and I was only doing straight line easy stuff at the time, like log cabin.  I’m anxious to see how this all comes together and plan to make all 12 blocks for $5.

She’s a nubian dairy goat who came to our farm when one of our original nubians didn’t work out.  She replaced Dulcinea, who wasn’t properly disbudded (or dehorned).  We have a strict no horns allowed policy.  We figured since we’re new to animal handling, we didn’t want to have to worry about getting gored.  Disbudding isn’t pleasant, it’s done with a hot disbudding iron.  We do it ourselves with the kids born on our farm,  it’s my absolute least favorite part of farming.  Sophie had two kids last Spring.  She was a little skitterish before then, but got used to being handled during milking.  She’s a beauty who doesn’t live up to her dangerous name at all.

As it turns out, you can grow cool season crops in a completely unheated greenhouse if you give your plants an extra layer of protection.  In this case, it’s clear umbrellas covering buttercrunch lettuce, one of our favorites.  The more you cut, the more you get and it’s delicious!  We’re going to take this experiment to a higher level next year, with more indoor raised beds and a fancier second covering that is yet to be designed.  Retired engineers need something to do in their spare time…

It’s been in the teens overnight and we’re still eating our own food.  Honey, bless her heart, is still laying.  The other chickens think she’s a show off.  We need to get more of her breed in 2011, red sexlink.  Our greenhouse (which we are currently not heating) is still producing greens in the dead of winter.  Spinach omelet, anyone?  What’s better than that?

FiFi met me at the gate this morning, hoping I had a biscuit for her (I did).  I’ve never seen her standing like that and realized she’s almost as tall as I am.  She needs a pedicure, right??  Right now, she won’t even let me touch her collar.  I’m hoping that continued treats and love will get both karakachans to the point that we can clip their nails.  And change their tick collars.  And, God forbid, get them into a vehicle for a trip to the vet.  Right now, it’s house calls only.

We’ve always known that the miscellaneous varmits who show up in our pond reside somewhere in the bank across our pond.  Now, thanks to a frozen surface and snowy footprints, we know exactly where they have set up housekeeping.  Good to know….