Cattle Rustlers right here in New York

We figured when we heard about these calves being stolen  earlier this week that they were taken right down to the sale in Central Bridge and were long gone.

However, the nefarious, nasty, mean, dirty, rotten sons of guns that rustled them at least took milk replacer to feed them too.

So maybe they can be found, although probably not. 

If you hear, or see, or know anything about this lousy crime, please contact the authorities.

Things are getting pretty bad when somebody cuts a gate to steal little baby calves from a farmer.

Work Interrupted. Post Interrupted too.

These two look like mother and baby, but instead they are full siblings, sired by Checkerboard Magnums Promise, out of Frieland LF Bama Breeze

This was meant to be published yesterday.

Rain again. The last load of hay didn't get unloaded into the barn.

I dragged the barrels over to plant some new lettuce, but that isn't happening. And forget picking beans or squash.

Liz is trying to clean the horse and pony barn for tomorrow, when the veterinarian will come to do the health work, Coggins, rabies vaccination, etc. on Diamond and Jack who look to be going this year.

It will be the first ever show for Jack, a teenager now, which should be downright interesting.

However, storm after pop up storm just keeps pouring down. And when it rains, it rains HARD.

So Liz is getting wet, and I am watching a soundly sleeping Peggy, which is a pretty good thing to be doing on such a wet day....and making spaghetti sauce for supper. That too.

Monkey Cage

See the Flower?

Sometimes this place feels just like one....and not at a well-run zoo either.

 From visiting Walmart to pick up Liz's new glasses, only to find that the non-English speaking clerk who called gave us the wrong info, so it was a wasted trip, to Alan going missing....his phone was just dead and he had to work late, but he was in Manhattan....so there were several people pretty worried about him.

And Daisy, who came to us last year at this time, unneutered, and has remained that way because her health is so poor, coming in season and turning into a raving lunatic, not fit company for Martian monkeys.

And deadline.

See the Birdie? (There is one btw)

And the boss needing my computer to watch the Fasig-Tipton sale, so I couldn't restore what little sanity I maintain, with my silly little games.....

See the Bug? Can you tell I have been spending a lot of time talking to Peggy?

Well, yesterday was a day best forgotten.

Hopefully it will be a little calmer today.

Speaking of Muck

It is never a good idea to bite the hand that feeds you. Or to donate a couple of thou to an organization dedicated to doing away with your best customers.

In this case, Muck Boots employees held a fund raiser for HSUS, then the company bragged about it on their page.

You are probably aware that, despite all the cute puppies and kittens they use in their ads, that organization dedicates most of their funds to pensions for staff, fund raising, and destroying animal agriculture. 

They are busy right now in Missouri fighting against a right to farm law.

And who wears their boots?

Farmers. 

Epic fail it would seem to me.

Anyhow, I suspect that the uproar resulting from this is going to leave the Yellowtail Fail in the dust. Lots of people drink wine. Wear barn boots? Not so much.

Dairy Carrie covered it well

Brand New Tractor

New turkey tractor that is. All natural lawn mower anyone?

Bopping to Scotland the Brave, played on the pipes.
Uncle Alan is teaching her right.

Mushroom Madness

Yeah, they were growing on the valuable organic fertilizer, produced daily by our obliging horses.

Let's Have some Fun

Sunday Stills....Face Time

For more Sunday Stills......

Not just another pretty face

Wild man...or so he thinks

Baby robin

Baby Peggy

You May be a Farm Girl if

BTW, this is Liz's arm

You run over to the milk house windowsill at the barn to get a roll of Vetrap to doctor on your arm, upon which you have poison ivy, or wild parsley poisoning, or some other natural, outdoor, chemical, nasty burn.

You are certainly a farm girl if it doesn't bother you that it is calf scours yellow.

And, yes, Virginia, there are beans. Beans for dinner last night. Another big bowl in the fridge waiting to be put up today. One half row almost ready, the picked over rows putting out a few already, and at least three more rows in the upper garden not in bloom yet and needing weeding, but growing. 

I am seeing beans in my sleep.

Busted

Got rain? Why, yes, or at least yesterday we did

They caught the people who...allegedly....shot up our neighbor's tractor.

Now if they can just find our other neighbor's baler.

First Day on the New Feet

Over the Mountain

And Through the Woods

Past the Feeder Wagon

Hey, I'm Getting Good

Ma-a-a-a, Hey, Ma-a-a-a-a

I'm Right Here, Shut Your Pie Hole

Picking Wet Beans

Baby turkeys

Is frowned upon because of the potential to spread disease to the plants. However, there was no choice yesterday. There were so many ripe and no promise of any dry weather to come. At least most of them were more or less dry and there sure were a lot of beans. I filled my two biggest bowls, and there is another big piece of row to go.

I just ran out of steam. Today we will process and freeze them.

Hoping strongly that the curled leaves on the tomatoes in the upper garden are not caused by late blight. If they are, kiss that crop goodbye. Seems we only get good tomatoes maybe one year in three, even if I plant them in new, clean ground.

Ida Red

Oh, well, I put in some more lettuce yesterday as the first crop is almost gone. You can grow a lot of lettuce in a small barrel or flower pot and it gets a lot less buggy that way. I should probably think about starting a couple of pots indoors too. I always wait too late and we are without lettuce for a while in the fall.

Not much else going on. Haying is very slow because of the relentless rain. C'mon now, it does not have to rain four days a week on my account. Or even two. Although the whole green-as-Ireland thing is very beautiful this summer, there are a lot of farmers desperately trying to get their crops in.

It could let up for a bit....just sayin'
  

Vitis Riparia

See What I Mean?

I know, I know, these are not beans, but believe me, there are beans out there.....

Garden Gathering

Monday rain

After a morning flurry of writing, bookkeeping, housework and similar routine, I ventured out to the lower garden to pick some stuff for salad for supper yesterday

Tuesday clearing

Um, yeah, the beans are ripe. Romano beans, yellow beans, burgundy beans. There are a lot of them.

Guess we will be working on filling the freezer for winter, if it dries off enough to pick. 

After evidently being blown down by the wind, the squash is once again upright
First little crookneck picked for last night's salad

Bama is still keeping us waiting, although a check a few minutes ago revealed a certain pensive look, and restless shifting that may augur something.....maybe....she is sure bagged up nice and doesn't look bad for an older cow.

Meanwhile, the turkeys are growing pretty well, the laying pullets look quite nice, the chicks and poults down in the brooder are getting feathers, the red-tailed hawks up in the heifer woods are up to something...they scream and skirl all day. 

Miss Peggy picking out a piggy on her farm girl blankie

And the indigo bunting is singing..all day too..and even after dark...up on the wire by the northwest corner of the house.

Just another day.....in Paradise.

Bama Update

Bama still has not calved. I am wondering if she has a bull in there....I don't think she has ever had a bull before, so I guess she is due. Not enjoying the waiting though.

She really wants to go back to pasture and tends to sleep by the barnyard gate in hopes, I guess, that someone will open it and let her go out there. It is a big pasture though, and with only three head grazing it the grass is very, very thick and tall. She is a pretty old cow and we don't want her calving out there at the mercy of the coyotes, which are, as always, plentiful.

Storm World

Zipper, one of the beef steers we are raising. if he had been a heifer,
he would have made a show calf, and a nice one.

Another set of thunderstorms churned the valley like a blender last night.

The lightning was blindingly enthusiastic and the thunder rolled, and rumbled and grumbled for what seemed like hours.

Made for a restless, not good sleeping night, and did something...or something did something...to my squash patch. One plant is all twisted up and tipped over and another doesn't look too good. Dagnabbit. That squash looked fantastic....yesterday....

But alas, he was a bull

Sunday Stills....Through a Window

Barn window and kitchen window for me.

For more Sunday Stills.......

The Shores of Home

A pair of giant  boots greets me as I walk through the dawnlight kitchen with the Daisy Doodlebop. 

Both my feet would fit in one with room to spare.

A laundry basket that is not mine next to the counter. A baby swing, a lambie rattle, piles of books I have not and will not ever read.

Signs that a family lives here. Our boy is home from the wilds of Washington DC. Peggy perches in the kitchen most days, and Becky keeps her books close and her other books closer.

I read all the time people whining about their grown children moving home for a while due to the bad economy or unexpected circumstances of all sorts. All I can think is, for Heaven's sake, suck it up. Not too many generations ago life was fluid. Family ebbed and flowed around a grandparent center, like seas washing on the shores of home. 

I love it that our kids all come and go. Sometimes it gets crazy, but even when everyone is home this house is so big we still have two empty...well, unoccupied, they are far from empty....bedrooms. There is room for everybody and some to spare.

Everybody is gainfully employed and doing their part to keep America moving and growing. Building, fixing, feeding and cleaning up our country. Nuts and bolts jobs of which Mike Rowe would approve, with skills that are being lost all too quickly, as people walk away from the land and the tools that tame it.

And I get to play and flirt with dear Miss Peggy, who has recently discovered that she has feet, which never get lost unlike her binkie and bear, which elude her baby reach a hundred times a day. Feet are always right there handy to play with if she gets bored.

Life is good.