Year of the Sheep

Lamb snuggled down in Daisy's bed

Daisy's revenge, resting in the lamb's bed

On the Lamb

Yeah, I spelled that right. Yesterday the kids picked up a bum lamb from a friend of the family in trade for some eggs. He is a cutie, Border Leicester and Clun Forest or so they say. I like sheep.

However.

I cannot begin to describe the chaos created by a baby sheep who thinks he is a person, a rotten little Dachshund who thinks she is a dire wolf, and a baby, who is already as animal crazy as her mother ever was.....remember Grandma and Grandpa's goat pen anyone?

It was so loud here last night that it was nearly unbearable. However, the rotten little dog eventually slept in her crate, and the lamb slept in a dog crate in the kitchen. I am assuming Miss Peggy, the new shepherdess of Northview Farm, slept in her crib. In my room, far, far away from any other room, I didn't hear them at least.

They named him Klondike in honor of our favorite Facebook game, and the weather. Please join me in hoping that it soon warms up enough for him to sleep in the barn instead of next to the kitchen sink. Thanks.

Can you Stand It?

Here are a few pics of farm life in the deep freeze. I will leave it up to you to judge whether it is still pretty or perhaps not so much. Stay warm....

Stuff goin' On

Taken from the driveway

Not much but sad news to report. Our area lost two very special people last week, icons in this small town farming world. One was the owner of one of the most famous farm stores in the state. He was someone we all liked very much and admired for the amazing things he did for the community....and a very special friend of Ralph's. Although he was not a young man by any means, the farming community was stunned by his loss. The wake is today.....

The other was a teacher at the kids' nursery school. Generations of area little ones called her "grandma", our own included. She was someone we have loved since my brothers and I were little kids ourselves. We grew up with her sons and went to her family's farm to pick out fuzzy little kitties to take home back in the day. We also went to that farm on field trips when we were in grade school. We weren't farm kids and we learned a lot.

The valley will miss them both for a long time I think.

Then there were the fires. This has been the worst year for fires I think I have ever seen. There were three major ones going on in the county all at the same time the other day, including this one right across the river from our house.

Although the people in these tragedies were uninjured, pets and belongings, in some cases everything they owned were lost......this area needs a break in this Godawful weather and soon.

Books

On March 6th Peggy will be one year old. I wanted to get her something she would especially enjoy, so I looked long and hard for some of those touchy-feely-type books for babies. You know, the ones with textured animals and fuzzy bunnies and all. I found one once for her cousin when she was smaller, and the sticky pig pen therein was a big hit.

Although I never did find another copy of that particular book, Amazon came through with a couple of similar titles. Not being the most patient of grannies, I gave them to her as soon as they came.

And........she likes them....in the photo above she is whacking her favorite with her stuffed giraffe, but that happened after she had "read" it to herself for an hour.

She even gets grandpa to "read" it so she can touch all the fuzzy and shiny and textured animals in it. Fun!

Now if I can just find the one with the pigpen. 

She likes lunch too!

All I have to Say

Start Your Day the Frostbite Way

Peggy taking advantage of Uncle Alan's toaster coat

Thanks to wearing glasses, it is hard to wear a face mask like the guys do, because they either get caught up in it or fog up so bad I can't see anyhow. Ditto with my big red scarf.

I'm sure it's not serious, but in only a few minutes outdoors helping the boss get some decent wood up to the stove from the heifer barn, I froze my left cheek bone.

Felt it right away, came inside and thawed, but it feels kinda....icky.....right now.

Dang this weather. Third coldest February on record. The days are just something to be endured.

I'm loving the heated hoodie Al bought me though. On low the battery lasts six hours and low is surprising warm. With a couple of sweaters and such under and a down vest over, I am toasty....so I call it my toaster coat.

Sunday Stills.....L

Laughing Gull....and fond memories of Florida

For more Sunday Stills......

Stuff goin' On

Crazy times around here. Jade hasn't been feeling the best and had to get checked out by a whole bunch of doctors.

Turns out he has Lyme's Disease, which is pretty awful stuff. Hopefully with treatment he will feel better pretty soon, but we have all been worried.

Meanwhile, his clever little daughter is just on the cusp of walking, cruising everywhere, and getting really, really mad if she doesn't have enough marauding-in-the-living-room time each day.

She said her first word, "hi" a couple of days ago, playing with an old house phone I took the batteries out of so she could have it. She holds it right up to her ear to say hi and laughs like crazy.

She knows.

A Sword

Sometimes the cold is a knife, cutting through whatever you wear, and biting at your flesh, like a frenzied fox. 

Fingers freeze to the door handle if you are too dumb to wear gloves to walk the sausage dog.

(At least she makes a nice, warm muff, when she suddenly becomes too cold to walk back to the house and must be carried. If anyone had told me during the Border Collie years that I would have a dog that needed to be carried to the house I would have laughed at them.)

And then sometimes the cold is like a sword. You swear it will sweep your head right off as the wind howls down the valley and even the windows in the warmest rooms are  shrouded in frost.

I know this weather is nothing to you tough folks who scoff at twenty below, but ..........brrr......

I feel bad for the boss, who has to load out hay today for one of our better customers. The hay mow might be a sauna in the summer, but not so much this time of year.

At any rate, having looked at the forecast, which does not show any improvement for the next week or so, I am glad that my boy is bringing me home one of the things he is wearing in the photos. I told him not to do it....but he did anyhow....and I am looking forward to wearing the rechargeable, heated, hoodie that he bought me.

He wears one for work...all those hours outdoors..... and he is very thin and feels the cold, especially after he does a lot of physical stuff like wielding what he calls a "muck stick"....and then cooling off when he stops.

Funny thing about that....his middle name is after my beloved maternal grandfather, who was all legs and arms and gangly like a stork, but a truly wonderful man. We couldn't know that our red-headed, newborn baby boy would grow up to be all long and lean and sweet just like the man whose name he carries.

He will be home tonight I think.....and I'm glad because we all miss him when he's gone.

Some of us Like the Snow

More Bunny Tales

Many bunnies hopping up the driveway to the honey locust tree

Winter is obviously not the best time of year for anyone but snowmobilers and skiers.

And ice fishermen.

Up and down snow banks higher than my head

Even rabbits must go to great lengths, or perhaps I should say climb to great heights, to get at the stuff of life...such as bark.

I had to use auto-contrast to make these tracks in the snow show up, but you can...kinda...see that they are climbing tall snowbanks and plowing through deep snow to get to the bark they want to eat.

Bark eater

Yum, yum

I would imagine that under the snow a lot of fruit trees and brambles are being girdled as they and the mice tunnel for bark. We lost a good sized apple tree to mice not too many years ago. I hope they leave the Ida Red up by the garden alone. It has a cage....but mice are pretty small.

This soft, fluffy stuff along the driveway is over my waist.

Hopping Down the Bunny Trail

We have a plethora of cottontail rabbits. It is hilarious to watch them elude Daisy every morning. Being a scent hound, she does not see them as they hop by ten feet away, but carefully downwind of her. I see them every day, trying to remain undetected.

They are such sneaky little fellers that you can't really perceive the sheer numbers of them until the snow makes tracking possible.

Then, wow! There are a lot. The yard is laced with tracks if the snow is shallow.

If it is deep, then they make trails like a deer yard.

Like the one in the pics. This runs right along the side of the house to the honey locust tree where they scavenge for the seed pods, which are filled with nutrient-dense beans. 

I tossed some half-spoiled apples out yesterday under the bird feeders. This morning they are simply half-apples, having served as sylvilagus hors d'oeuvres sometime in the night. 

Housekeeping...or Not

Part of the kitchen sink barricade 

Housekeeping around this place has become a horror that I literally have nightmares about. I am not exactly Susie Homemaker at the best of times, but dogs, people, stuff....there are a lot of them living here and they have a lot of the latter, which results in quite a mess.

And water! Plus the objects needed to move it. With the cows gone, all the barn water lines promptly froze. Not much to do but turn off the water and haul what the remaining animals need.

There are four cows, four horses, a large flock of chickens and guinea fowl, and a buncha bunnies.

They all need to drink a lot of water every day, so Liz and the boss and Becky haul a lot of water every day.

FROM THE KITCHEN!!!

Yeah, those barrels in the pic used to contain stuff for the milk house. Now they move water from here to the barn. And there are chicken waterers, bunny bottles, pony pails, all kinds of water containers drug in and out every day, several times a day. 

I have to wait my turn at the sink to do dishes, as the waterline that feeds the cold water is a little frozen and it takes a long time to run all that water. (This is actually a fine excuse to put off my least favorite job.) All of the smaller animals buckets and bottles must thaw too, some at every heat register, kitchen and dining room.

There is always hay in the sink. On the floor. Everywhere. And sand from sanding the walkways gets tracked...lots of that too. Sawdust and wood chips from the stove ditto.

I have pretty much given up on any semblance of tidiness, opting instead to sweep the sand and hay back out the door a couple times a week, just because it makes me feel better, not that it makes any lasting difference....

Add in the mountains of outdoor clothing and mounds of boots, gloves galore drying everywhere there is heat, and you have the perfect recipe for disaster. These are the times when being nearsighted has its advantages.

Sunday Stills.....Sepia

This is always a fun challenge.

For more Sunday Stills.....

In the Middle

We are in the middle of winter now....lurching forward toward spring, one day, sliding backward on a tide of ice and storms another.

Poised on the brink of the brightest change of the year, the segue from ice and snow to Ice Follies Daffodils and Snow Drops.

I have been noticing.....

Outdoors in the late afternoon, almost evening, to try to photograph the crazy yellow sky as the sun went down.

Lo and behold the sun was setting halfway north on the cow barn roof!

By high summer it will set clear north of the heifer barn, which is now the kids' chicken and pony palace, but at least it is no longer sinking more south than west behind the 60-acre lot hill.

Just now a White-throated Sparrow sang its whole song. Over the past few weeks with the arbor feeder that Jade got me right in front of the kitchen window, I have come to know their richly whistled notes...so deep for a bird....quite well. However, their songs have been truncated, one short whistle here, another tiny tweet there.

This morning, right under the window in the not quite dawn, "Old Sam Peabody, Peabody, Peabody," rang out loud and strong and then was repeated. 

No migrants yet, and the snow is ever-deepening, but the birds know.....it will not be many days I think before we see the first Red-winged Blackbirds, Grackles, and Robins...although the latter stay all winter on the other side of the river and we might see them any time....

And soon it will be maple sugaring time.

It's a Question of Music

If the night light from the heifer barn was music this is how it would sound

Country, pop, and rock, from the fifties to today, I have heard a lot and remember many.

Riding in the Camaro with the kid we sing along with the Beach Boys, Led Zeppelin, Manfred Mann, Hinder.....and many, many more..... Music has always been a real big thing and all.....

 (And on side note, ain't it cool that kids today still love the music we grew up with?)

However, although I like classical music and really love some of it, (Beethoven's 9th, Toccata and Fugue in D Minor) I know very little about it.

Thus for YEARS I have been trying to find out what the piece of music is that is played during the Quadrille part of the Lipizzaner show in Vienna. It sounds like maybe Strauss or something .....

If you watched the PBS show on the stallions last night you heard it. (And thanks Mom!!!! For calling me and telling me that it was on. I was getting ready for bed, but I was real happy to stay up for a while.)

So, if anyone can help me figure out what that piece is I would be most grateful. I know you are a real smart bunch of clever folks and all.....

Thanks in advance.

Hard Edge of Hunger

This weather changes things outside. Normally Cardinals are the leeriest of birds, except maybe for the Blue Jays. And if I fill the feeders half-way the seed lasts two days to a week.

This week however, the birds are emptying the feeders in less than a day.

When I went out at dawn to put out seed this morning the whole Cardinal flock landed right behind me and started eating before I even finished filling the feeders.

Ground feeders are finding ways to eat even on the suet blocks. Nothing like an American Tree Sparrow clinging to a wire cage trying to peck woodpecker blocks.....

I'll bet they are more eager for spring than we are. 

BYOB.... Strategies for Coping with the Weather

Chicken soup

Peasant bread

Wearing your husband's clothes in multiple layers

Or, if you are a dog, dancing through it, radiating glee in all directions.

Bring your own bottle

BYOB

Deadly Beauty

Grandma say stay warm out there

Five o'clock this morning and the moon was setting behind the heifer barn. I took a moment to open the plastic curtain over the dining room windows...about the only ones you could see out between the frost and sheets of plastic everywhere.

Outside the snow shimmered with crystals, nearly bright as day, spinning monochrome rainbows across the indigo ice. It was beautiful beyond description, but just that momentary lifting of the plastic let icy air flow across my feet.

It is only five below just now, no biggie in the cold winter scheme of things, but this is a time to be careful out there. Cold can kill. Stay safe.

And on that note the kids have been inveigling me into movie nights, catching me up on all the Disney's I have missed in recent years.

Tangled was good. I liked Brave.

However, I absolutely refuse to watch Frozen until the seasons change....and maybe not even then. Brrr......