Missing Willow Farm

Our herdsire’s name is Rudy, aka Stinky Boy.  He keeps peeing on his head to make himself extra attractive to the girls.  Isn’t that disgusting?  I can’t stand to be near him this time of year.  That’s him in the top photo.  He was born on our farm.  We were so happy when he was born because it meant we could get rid of his daddy, Jerry Lee.  That’s him in the bottom photo, he’s a purebred Alpine.   The folks we bought him from were calling him Elvis because of the magnificent shock of curly hair he has on his forehead, but we thought he looked more like Jerry Lee Lewis.  He was the devil.   He was underfoot all the time and had to be the center of attention.  He stole the keys out of our Mule.  Twice.  He figured out how to open the pasture gate with his lips so we had to rig a special lock for it.   Most of our visitors can’t even figure out how to open the pasture gate and they have opposable thumbs.  We took him to the stockyard auction and like to think he’s on someone else’s farm bothering the crap out of them.

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You may be wondering what is this chicken tractor I’ve mentioned in a few of my posts.  It isn’t some contraption that is powered by chickens, although that would be quite a sight!  It’s a portable coop used to raise chickens on pasture grass.  We have two of them that my husband designed and built.  We keep our meat birds in them when we have them.  The egg layers have their own little barn and barnyard.  When it’s chilly out, we cover it with a tarp to keep the wind off of them.  There’s a  feeder and commercial waterer hanging inside.  That’s the red thing.  It’s fed from the white plastic bucket which we keep filled with water.  They’re in the pasture with our very large dogs, so predators aren’t an issue.  It’s on wheels so gets moved every day.  We just attach a strap to it and drag it over to a new patch of grass.  One person can handle the move.  The birds love it when they get a new patch of grass to scratch around and eat bugs out of.  The goats think it’s a toy.  The occasional sheep does, too.  They get up there and knock each other off while the birds are chirping ‘get off of my roof’ inside.  Raising poultry on pasture makes for some really healthy birds.

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It’s kind of like television… for farm animals.  When we got our new turkey home, we put it right into a chicken tractor in the pasture.  In case you’re curious how to get a large bird home in an automobile, we brought a large cardboard box and it rode home in our back seat.  Everyone had to run over and say hello except the sheep who were off doing sheepy things.

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  We went to a turkey farm over the weekend to pick out our Thanksgiving bird.   So many to choose from!  We raised our own last year, and gave an extra to a friend who needed one in return for him raising our bird for this year.  I think we got an extra big one when we invited them for Thanksgiving dinner!  We left Jenna in the truck because these birds are being guarded by some very excellent guardian dogs… no need to invite trouble. We left her in the back seat but she was in the driver’s seat when we came up from the barn, eager to get on the road.

What the heck is this?  It’s Jenna’s collar.  A nice lady named Beth made Jenna two Halloween charms; a glow in the dark dog bone and a green zombie heart.  What dog doesn’t need a scary necklace today?   Happy Halloween!

It’s going to freeze tonight, so any tomatoes we have planted in the ground are going to be done.  These are some of the wonderful yellow pears we grow every year.  It’s been a long season.  We started seeds in our dining room the second week of January.  We transplanted into pots and moved them into the greenhouse in March, then into the ground in May.   We were the first to the farmer’s market with heirloom tomatoes this year by about a month.  We’ve just picked all of our green ones and brought them inside to ripen.  Hard to believe that in just about 2 months it’s time to start all over again!

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  Ever seen one of these lovely red and yellow plastic thingys sitting out in a pasture?  It’s called a Ritchie, and it’s how farmers get water to their animals.  I can tell you they are both incredibly handy and incredibly expensive.  They are plumbed underground directly from a water source which, in our case, is our well.  They need to be installed on a concrete pad.  We keep concrete blocks next to it so our wee ones can reach the water.   The Ritchie has a white plastic float that the sheep and goats push down with their noses to reach the water.  The dogs don’t quite get the hang of it so we keep a tub of water for them.  In the winter, the dogs’ water freezes but the Ritchie never does.

Our handsome visitor is the most affectionate ram I’ve ever seen.  He must have been bottle fed as a lamb.  It’s a little disconserting when he runs over to say ‘hey, scratch my head’ because he’s huge.   He’s visiting us for 2 months, so he’ll go back to his own farm early December.  The gestation period for a ewe is around 5 months.  We expect to have lambs starting next March.

I’ve been working on teaching Milos to sit.  FiFi figured it out in like a day.  She’s on the right.  Milos, not so much, however, he’s had a breakthrough.  I think he’s finally figured out that he misses out on treats when he’s non-compliant.  That’s his ‘enough already’ face.

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  When the grass is growing, it’s what our aniamls eat.  When it stops growing, we feed them hay.  We just picked up our third and last load of hay for this winter.  The goats saw it and came running.  There’s no use shooing them away, they don’t listen!   We got half stacked in the big barn’s multipurpose room and the other half at the rear of our tractor bay.  We used to park the trailer in the pasture by the barn but the goats chewed up the tail light wiring.  Actually, it could have been the sheep or dogs who did it but the goats are mischevious so we blame them.