Last night’s “mini derecho” (that’s what a spokesman for the National Weather Service called it) served to remind us why board fence and tree lines are a bad mix. The fence repair will take a couple of hours, with removing the four broken boards, pulling up the pieces of post, reinstalling everything, and then painting
I’ve written a few things for this page, and I am still a mod (occasionally) for the Facebook page. And though I’ve never met Marc in person, I think he’s one of the most clever and engaging people on all the interwebs. Here’s an interview he did in September of 2017. – http://heritageradionetwork.org/podcast/food-and-farm-discussion-lab-a-social-media-experiment/
The whole farmhouse look still confounds me. At some level, I’m not sure why anyone would want their home to look like one, but my parents were way out in front of the trend.
We run our cattle at three different farms, here at home, and two rental farms. The cows themselves aren’t much of an issue really. It’s a bit of a pain to truck them from farm to farm as the forage dictates, but it’s fairly straightforward, and we only have to do it every couple of
Our farm has been farmed continuously (except during the war) since the 1730s, when William Pannill built Green Level. Our farm was divided off of the original Pannill property years ago (Green Level is still a residence), and other than an old roadbed, there are few remnants of the 18th century activities. We sold off
Bull selection is a huge topic, and there’s a few thousand years of history, science, and folklore behind the topic that I won’t bother getting into right now. Scott had found an old-school meat wagon, and I liked the way the bull looked on paper, and that’s about as good as it gets for us.
Stacking up your veterinary work is not only cheaper, it’s easier on the owner, easier on the animals, and easier on the vet. So when I scheduled the bull for his BSE – Breeding Soundness Exam -I also scheduled some cows for pregnancy checks, opting for a later date to get it all done. Big
I told myself a few days ago that I was done posting about the fabric I was finding at Mom’s, but I promise, just one last one. In the spirit of Ugly Christmas Sweaters, I offer this fabric. Is there any way to make this any worse? Well yes, by God, there is a way
I spent a couple of extra hours yesterday playing “Find the Cows” – two pairs (two mamas, two babies) who were there Sunday, but not there for Tuesday’s roll call. Not a huge deal, 99% sure it’s not a problem at all, but it’s that 1% of the time that they pay me the big
Now that the hay hauling is done, I’m back at cleaning up my mom’s house, going through boxes and boxes of craft projects and supplies. In addition to more fabric, and more yarn, I found a box full of finished cross-stitch, ready to be mounted (or whatever you call it) and delivered. In box full