Thursday evening, our renter accidentally left the door open when he took out the trash. Cash and Paisley were in my room with me but then Cash walked out. He must have seen the door open and decided to go explore because the next thing we heard was yelling, tire screeching and a honk honking.
The oldest and I took off running through the house, my initial thought was that there was a fox outside, but when we heard the car noises I realized Cash was missing. When we got outside, the oldest reached Cash before me and yelled out that he'd been hit. He had a big gash on his hind leg, was obviously in a lot of pain and limping and very scared. I scooped him up in my arms and ran to the car with him.
What started as a single mom's simple desire for her kids to be away from the city and to be surrounded by more trees has turned into the drive to have a more self sufficient life-style
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Not again, Norma Jean!
I have no intentions of having more chicks or chickens. We have enough. Norma Jean apparently disagrees.
And she isn't sitting on just the 5 eggs I thought she had...
Perhaps I should turn the heater up
It's a little cold inside the house apparently. I find my fingers and hands getting cold when I'm working on my computer and other than not using the computer, there isn't much I can do about it, so I created a solution.
Now I can still use the computer since it has a touch pad mouse.
Writing not allowed
I was trying to get some things written down this morning. Cash apparently didn't approve...
Yummy Yummy Pencils |
He's lucky that he's so darn cute.
Monday, January 19, 2015
The hunt is on
Last week, Silkie Sue was killed by a raccoon. We found her body with evidence to prove who killed her. It was sad because she's been such a great girl and was a wonderful mom hen to so many of our hatches. She was also in the very first batch of girls that we got.
So we had a hunter come set traps to protect the rest of our birds and I set up our game camera.
It was only the second time that I pulled the card and I saw this fox walking across the driveway into the garden area.
A few days later he caught a fox. He also was tracking the foot prints and found two sets of fox tracks, at least one raccoon and an opossum.
This morning the youngest came running inside to say that a opossum was in one of the traps. I went out to snap a picture and felt really bad. It's so cute!
The trapper came and took care of things. I don't know what that means because I don't want to know. I know he's let some things go before, especially younger animals, but I know I need to protect our hens so I just let him do what he does best.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Dog updates
The 5-gallon bucket that we keep outside to refill chicken water bowls froze solid. It wasn't just the top later, it was a complete block. I brought the bucket inside thinking it would defrost, but apparently the kitchen isn't much warmer because after a few days, the only defrosting occurred from the dogs licking it.
So the oldest decided to hack away at the block to give the dogs some ice to eat.
They went crazy for chunks of ice and were running around the house playing with them. It was hilarious.
Later, Paisley was curled up on the arm chair, nice and cozy, until Cash decided to come over...
Firewood
I came home from the gym this morning and decided it was time to start cutting up the trees that the county chopped down. I knew it would be easier to cut them when they were still fresh, and I figured it was an eye sore. I cut them into firewood size chunks with the chainsaw and then had the boys come out to help me.
We loaded up our little trailer and I'd drive them up the driveway to unload behind the house where our firewood pile is.
The first load |
When I came back, I was suprised to see how much he'd split.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Baby, it's Cold Out There
We had a pretty cold patch with temperatures below freezing even during the day. The chickens didn't want to venture too far from the coops because they didn't like walking on the cold ground. Clyde Jr. proved that point when he refused to stand on both feet.
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