It’s Spring Alright!

Yesterday was a nearly perfect day, with temperatures rising to the 70’s, and plenty of sunshine to keep us going. And go we did! Well, alright, it is not like I am a twenty-something workaholic, but I rounded up my two daughters and got some chores done. They were good about it, too, and argued over who got to go with me in the afternoon when I asked for someone to volunteer to come help. “You go!” “No, you do it!” So I let them both come out and help!

In the morning we did the usual animal feeding, then started working on the other projects we need to get going in order to set our little farm back to being a farm again, rather than a petting zoo. That’s my one main farm goal this year, to get the place producing protien, and not producing a pet feed bill that does not get reimbursed by what the animals are good for.

For the rabbits, this means we had to dig the little portable cage out of the storeage and then rotate rabbits through it while we move their cages from seperate spots in the back yard to a place in the big chicken run, where their cages will be incorporated into a fence and set so the rabbits will have a run, and the chickens will be able to get under their cages to clean up after them. If any two animals can look after eachother in some practical way, they should! One less job for the farmer! We got two of the big cages moved yesterday, and just need to move the three little cages today, then we can start building the fence for the bunnies in preperation to let them take tunrs by gender running around for a few days at a time.

For the chickens, I set up the homemade brooder in the egg coop where currently four peacocks and a pair of white cochins and a chuckar are residing. Getting that brooder in there means getting it out of the way of anywhere else on the farm, and putting it where the droppings and mess will fall to the floor of the egg coop, alone with all the other mess in there, which means still one less cleaning job for me! I need to get a couple of parts for it, and dig out the feed and water trays for it, but I could in theory easily get birds into it today and get them going, so whenever I see them on sale, that’s the time to buy. Or anytime, really, because of chicken math.

I was informted by my twelve year old of a pig problem I have. Our potbelly boars were found outside of their cage yesterday. She cooly put them back onr own, but I suspect they will be out again today. I sure wish I had a backhoe I could dig their perimiter with, and plant their fence into the ground a couple of feet to prevent them digging under it. It’d be a big help! Then I could attach the normal fence to the top of that for above ground! Luckily they were not inclined to go far, so they were found bedding down in the llama pen, in which their pen resides. I like pens in pens for animals prone to escaping. It gives them a second stop and usually they explore there and find it sufficient to satisfy their want to move on.

We have a cat problem as well. Two of the barn cats gave birth recently. One did so in one of the goat pens, so her kittens had to be moved to allow me to rotate goats around to get the billy away from the two does that will deliver late next month. As soon as my daughter put the kittens someplace perfectly safe, their mother decided my shop was even safer and moved them there. We have not gone looking, so they could feel settled.

The second cat problem has come with the other mother putting her litter down on a stack of large hay bales, that I have no means of moving, and some of the babies apaprently dropped down between the bales, for they were missing, and that is all we can figure out. There were no sounds by the time we realized they were gone, so we stuffed the gap with loose hay to prevent her last one from following, and I expect I will find the others when I get to that bale and get it apart.

Lastly, yesterday we had a weird one in the chicken run when my youngest daughter pointed out to me that one of the hens started flailing around for some reason, possibly related to a stampede of birds, though I have no idea! I said it looked like it would be dead pretty quick, and we went to the shop to grab a tool and were back within five minutes, and she was as dead as a doornail. We still have no idea why. There was no blood. Chickens are strange that way. They can be tough as nails and dead as doornails just as easy. I decided it was time to se ehow the eight year old did with dead animals, so I asked her to pick up the hen and throw her in to the big pig’s pen, and she did with no hesitation at all. I might have finally found the kid who will take over the farm!

Now, to answer the obvious questions just raised in the last paragraph;, who deals in livestock deals in dead stock also. It is just the nature of things on the farm, and to think otherwise is horribly naive. While American life is now largely insulated from death, out on the farm it is just part of the natural circle. As for feeding meat to the pig, our big pig is a pet, and she is used to till land and dispose of things that are manageable. She is good at what she does, and she is loved like some folks love their dogs. Without practical purposes though, it would be hard to justify her expense as a pet. Coming in at and 400 pounds, she is a big eater. But she has uses alive rather than just as the traditional plate of bacon. We are quite fond of her for that, and for her big puppy-like personality.

Today I need to get the female rabbits moved into their new spot, and if the urge takes me, I might go up to the local farm stores to see if they do have any chickens on sale. I got a plucker this week, and am pretty much ready to process meat birds. It would be helpful to fix the barbeque to heat water on it to scald the birds as a part of processing them. That will require getting a new propane tank on it and seeing if it is indeed water in the old tank that is causing the regulators to freeze over. If I get to it, it would be good to get the hospital pen cleaned out and ready to take either any ill animals or baby calves we get. It is currently being used as a dump for some of the things I needed out of the way in the autumn. I will have to get whatever comes out of it to the dump though, or out of the way if it is still useful, because I would like to get some firewood next weekend and start processing it, which reminds me, I need to get the Service Yard tidyed up and ready for work. Then when all that is done, I can start the annual barn cleanning and try to get it further prepared to become my new workshop.

So there is where I am at this fine Saturday morning, and now that my mind is awake and back in the game, it is time to get a good breakfast down me and get at it all. I wonder which kid will volunteer to help out?

Today I Moved The Weather Station

I moved the weather station at about noon today from the back gate between the llama pasture and the garden to the gate at the service yard. It is about nine feet up still, and it is facing north with the solar panel faced south. I have not verified the direction other than to sight it off Sedgwick Peak. This puts it closer to the house, and all I can do is hope that that does nto obstruct the anenometer or the vein for speed and direction of the wind.

I had to make this change because of the new pivot irrigation line that went in on the neighbor’s farm last year. I had moved it then and thougth it was far enough that his last head would not fill the rain guage, but, I was wrong about that. Being one who is not going to say no to free water on the yard, I let it go, and let him keep spraying the place. I am sure I can give a reasonable estimafrom last year’s records of what the rain equivelant is of his sprinkler head, but having been out there and sprayed by it myself, I can tell you it is like being hit in the face with three or four gallons of water from eighty feet or more.

I won’t be collecting water in the rain guage from his irrigation line this year. It would take a pretty good wind to carry it in now, and if it does, it probably deserves to be there. I am almost out of good places to put the weather station without putting it across the street.

The weather station appears in good working order, and operating correctly. I think it would be a good idea to order a replacement battery now so is here at the ready when the one in the station fails and needs replacing. I expect to be able to tell when it has based on weather not reporting in the nights from the station to the reciever inside the house. I don’t want to miss records, so that is the rationale behind this.

I have set up categories on the blog in order to be able to find weather station maintenance records herein.

Welcome Back!

After a little thought and some consideration on how the site had been going before changing hosts, and before I personally reached a lifetime milestone specific to those people who live half a century, I decided to archive the site, and start all over again. Mostly this is because of how the site integrates with the host we chose, and how much more easily WordPress works now than it did on the old host, and certainly much easier than it did when I first started using it all those years ago, and had to install and configure it for myself using an ftp client on the back end of the host. It all seems especially funny when I consider that a WhoIs search of both the new and old hosts provided the same corporate address.

I want to arrange the site differently than before. I hope to keep the blog posts as a journal of the farm, but I also hope to keep useful information in static pages on the site. Such useful information was ending up in the blog before and was not useful there, at all.

Our little farmhouse is part of our homestead, a seven-ish acre plot in extreme southeast Idaho, in the Rocky Mountains, where the winters are often harsh, and the summers are short. We are small, and our farm is intended to help support a craft business run as a side hustle by my wife, hereafter known as Mrs. Bacon. We are in a home that has hosted families for more than a century now; originally part of the Cassandra Whittle Homestead, and built here by her son, William Whittle. The home is storied, and so are the families that have lived here. For some time, we are now a part of each other, the home and our family.

Our family formed in 2002, when Mrs. and I married and lived in the UK for eight years, where she is from. We came here to America in 2010 to help my grandmother with caring for her ailing husband, and we ended up with the house as a part of that. Both grandma and grandpa have passed on now, and we are forging ahead with our little farm. As of this writing, our family at home consists of me, Kelsey Bacon, my wife, Katrina, and our two daughters. We have older sons who are grown and moved out now, but who show up here from time to time.

We are happy to have you along on this journey with us, as we experience life in our chosen manner; more on that soon!