I bet when you read the title of this story you were thinking I just got a pair of nice new riding boots. You weren't thinking about bright fusha-ish rain boots with chickens on them. Well, I was at Tractor Supply yesterday and they had these boots on sale. They called to me. I could hear the roosters crowing from across the store. I couldn't ignore them.
You see, many months ago my friend Barb posted pictures of her new chicken rain boots she bought at TSC on facebook. She went as far as to post pictures of them actually being used in the rain puddles and even used word sound effects like "splish splash." I really wanted those boots...especially after the sound effects. She said she got them at her local TSC so I went to our local one to get myself a pair. They had light pink rain boots with horses. I didn't want the horses, I wanted the chickens. I live in a sea of testosterone. You would think a pair of bright rain boots with chickens on them wouldn't be too much to ask for. Every time I went into TSC I'd look, but no chicken rain boots. Then all of a sudden there was a bin of chicken rain boots marked down from $19.99 to $9.99...and they had a size 8. Cha-ching! They must have come in from other stores where people didn't want the chickens, but wanted the horses, because there wasn't a pair of horse boots in sight. I snatched up those boots, brought them home, and proudy displayed them on the table. Eldest was not impressed. The Kid came in from school and asked whose they were so I had to mess with him and tell him he needed boots and they were on sale. He, too, was not impressed. It was a priceless moment, though. The Young'un told me he liked them, which later I found out was because he wanted extra gaming time on the computer. I was not impressed.
Tomorrow Mother Nature is going to mess with us by giving us temps in the high 60's, which is just plain wrong for February in Ohio. Of course, she's going to take it further by also giving us high winds, storms, and possible hail along with it. That means my brand new rain boots aren't going to look so new anymore when I wear them out to the barn in farm rain puddles. Farm rain puddles don't just contain water. That's why I took the picture today. Barb, this picture is for you. Now if I could just convince Hon I need that chicken purse, too. Smilling & Waving, Sharon
You think by now I would have learned my lesson, but oh-no, I cut and then think back to why I shouldn't. No, I wasn't cutting the kids hair or anyone else's. They're smart. They go to the barber shop. I'm talking about my own. Not the whole thing, just my bangs. The part that everyone sees right off the bat, the first impression.
This morning as I was getting ready to head off to an enjoyable gossip session at coffee klatch, I decided my bangs definitely needed a trim. I figured why not do it myself again. Then I have more gossip time with the ladies. I got out the scissors, took ahold of my bangs, and went about thinking what would be the best way to do it. I decided to give a different method a go and instead of cutting them below my fingers because one end always ends up longer than the other, I decided to cut above them. Maybe this time I'd make a straight line. Maybe next time I should have a cup of caffeine first and think real hard about this experience. Not only did I cut them shorter than they've been in a long time because I didn't account for the extra bang-age in between my fingers, they were definitely on an angle and I had to even them up so they didn't look too short and on a downward slope. I now feel like when I meet someone they're thinking "wow, those are short bangs" and "who lowered your eyebrows?".
One of these days I'll learn. One of these days I'll reflect back on not only this bang trimming experience, but every other one in the past where I got a little overzealous with the project. Next time I'm going to think about it, back away from the scissors, and leave the cutting to the professionals...maybe. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
It's a wonderful day when Hon makes lasagna for dinner! The whole house smells fantastic and when we open the door that smell justt goes flying out, filling the rest of the world with happiness. Yeah, you know it...you can smell it and now you know where it's coming from. Come on over, there's plenty left over in the fridge. We'll cut you a big slice, add some bread and carrots to the side...and, if you eat real good, we'll give you a cupcake for dessert. Chocolate with white icing and colorful sprinkles. Ahhhh! Too bad I feel like I'll need to roll myself to the door to let you in, but I'll do it for the company.
I am so appreciative when Hon makes lasagna. I am even more appreciative that he made the lasagna before he went outside with eldest to work on the pigeon house project. Ah-ha, see, now you want to know why. I knew I'd get you curious. You see, Hon came running in the house with his hand clamped over his finger. First thing I thought is, "Uh-oh, he's cut it half off," but he didn't. Somehow he managed to use the electric screwdriver on his finger instead of a screw. I'd say it probably slipped, but I wasn't there, so feel free to make up all sorts of stories on how it actually happened. He is now sporting a good sized hole in his finger that I bet I could put a bit of a screw in if he'd actually let me try. He suffered through having it washed out with soap and water, but when that peroxide landed on it I thought he was going to turn all shades of red like a cartoon character and have smoke come out his ears. Don't worry, he's okay now. The pain has subsided and his wound is bandaged with a cute little cartoon character bandage.
Around here projects are always going on. Sometimes they go off without a hitch, sometimes they land a person in the emergency room. This time he was lucky. I wasn't really up to taking someone to the emergency room so the folks at the ER could put an "x" on the body chart showing where there was another incident of some sort. So, the pigeon house project still lives on, the pigeons continue to dream of moving into the big house, and Hon will sport his cartoon bandage at work tomorrow with pride. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
The sun is shining...the birds are singing...and Eldest and I decided to declare today pajama day since we had so much hoopla going on yesterday. Since it's still cold out, I put my coveralls on over my p.j.'s to do morning chores, came back in, peeled them off, put my robe on, and started playing Words on facebook. It's an addiction. No big deal...
Then we heard a honk in the driveway and looked out to see Matt the Dog Warden in his pick-up truck. We did a quick rock, paper, scissors to see who was going out and I lost. I did have my longer robe on, but I also opted for the winter jacket, and padded out there in my slippers. I tried to fix my hair up a bit too, but that was a lost cause. Just what I wanted to do, show off my sense of morning style with a faded green robe, pink long underwear peeking out from the bottom, fuzzy slippers, and my brown and pink jacket. Coffee breath brought it all together. I was styl'in!
Matt is a great guy. He came by to see how Josie, Lucy, and Alice are doing and also give me some information on "the case." He is still surprised that the incident happened at all, because around here dogs attacking larger livestock is a very rare thing. Chickens, yes, larger animals, no. He said there was a dog kiling hogs incident a long time ago. Throughout our conversation all I could think about was my fetching attire. When I went out I did apologized for meeting him in my pajamas, and he made me laugh when he got out of the truck and told me not to worry about it, look what he's wearing. Of course, he was wearing his dog warden wear which consists of black shoes, black pants, black jacket with his name on it in case he had an attack of amnesia and couldn't remember it...total coordination.
We had a nice conversation about yesterday's incident, the process in general, and whatever came to mind. Like I said in the beginning, the sun is shining...the birds are singing...so there was lots to talk about. He was also munching on some potato chips, which really made me hungry. Now I have a hankering for salty chips. Hey Hon, if you get to reading this before you head on home today, stop at the grocery and pick me up a bag...or two...and a chocolate bar
It's been a trying day. I've been waffling between posting this as a blog and not. Then I decided although I like to keep things light and have fun, sometimes bad things happen and it's okay to share those, too. Not all things in life are a bed of roses, even here. To the left is a picture of what Josie looks like as of this evening. Lucy is also seriously injured. I could not take a picture of her wounds, as she was facing away from me and it was not worth putting her through any more stress at the time. Our goose, Alice, is also severely injured.
This morning, several miles away, a family's two dogs got loose. We found them in the back pasture attacking our animals. I saw the dogs on a sheep and without thinking, ran out there sans shot gun. It was a stupid thing to do, not only because I had no idea if the dogs were going to be vicious, but also because I'm strawberry blond and sometimes I roll without taking everything into consideration. I got into the pasture and scared the dogs off of Lucy, who was laying on the ground bleeding. Eldest came out to help and brought me the phone, too. One dog decided it was better to give up the ghost and focused on trying to get out of the fence. The other just kept at trying to take down our sheep by the legs and attack them. In the end, thanks to the Ross County Dog Warden's office, the dogs were apprehended. The vet from Fayette Veterinary Hospital, Dr. Junk, came as quick as he could to assess the wounded animals. Our good friend and sheep go-to guy, Neil Parker, also came from his end of town with his eldest son to help.
Lucy has lacerations and puncture wounds on her legs, but none are broken. She has a large strip of flesh hanging off her face. She also has severe gashes and puncture wounds on her neck, below her chin, where the dogs were tearing at her. As of this evening the blood flow has slowed a lot and is not dripping, but has not stopped. Thank goodness we had not sheared yet; all that wool saved her. Josie has a severe wound on her face and we do not know at this point if she will lose her eye. Our goose, Alice, has a puncture wound on her back, lots of feathers missing, and a very bad wound on her chest. She does not sound right when she makes a sound. We do not know how she will fair at this point either. Moe has been with her since the ordeal, not leaving her side. We thought the worst for one of the Kid's turkeys, especially with all the feathers all over, but she was found and besides the feather loss looks to be okay.
The good thing is the Dog Wardens that came here did a great job. They tracked down the dog owners, which they said just doesn't happen in instances like this, and are helping handle the situation. They documented with pictures. They also stayed until the vet was ready to go and said they would check back from time to time over the next few weeks to see how the sheep are doing. I was surprised when the dog owners came to the house this afternoon to meet me face-to-face because they want me to know how truly sorry they are, although they understand all the sorrys in the world won't change what happened. They were horrified at the pictures they were shown and wanted to see the sheep and make s Thank goodness they are also willing to pay all expenses without me having to take the incident further. They chose to release the dog that did not want to let up on the killing to the Dog Warden. They took the other dog home. I am glad they are a couple that has shown concern for their dog's actions. As much as I want to blame the dogs for the incident, it is ultimately the owners responsibility to keep their pets in line.
It will be many weeks before we know the true extent of the damages Josie, Lucy, and Alice have sustained. We are praying that their recovery is successful and the lambs they (and the others) are carrying go through successful and normal births after this stressful situation. I appreciate the time you have taken to read this blog, even thought it is not documenting a happy or funny occasion. I think writing this and sharing it with you is a step I needed to take towards healing a heavy heart. Even so, I am always Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I decided it's time...time to start taking down the flower and plaid wallpaper and it's cutie kittie with a garden theme border. I've wanted to do it for years. Now I'm not sure what I had been thinking. I figured it couldn't be any harder than the late 60's and 70's wallpaper that I've just about finished with in all the other rooms. I was a tad bit wrong. I started off as I had before, peeling off the top printed layer so I can douse the adhesive layer with a water/fabric softener solution and then begin scraping it off. Problem is, when I started tearing off the kittens they rebelled. They dug those claws in and hung on like their lives depended on it. They hung on so well that they made sure to take off that top white paper layer on the drywall.
This, the beginning of the kitchen remodel, is going to show me what I'm really made of. I've learned how to do many things here on the farm, from shovelng what I have convinced myself is all dirt to pulling a breech lamb...it's all been an experience. This wallpaper, however, is going to give me a workout that not even Jillian Michaels can compete with.
For those of you out there in internet land reading this and insist on putting up wallpaper in your home, please think of those that will come after you and take it down. Primer before paper is a good thing. Not priming beforehand will throw the lady of the house into fits of insanity. Even so, I carry on... Smiling & Waving, Sharon
This is Tucker and Z. Tucker and Z are best friends. They not only like to hang out together in the pasture, but they also like to eat together. Z is the little princess here and she knows it. Tucker is like her knight in shining armor...her protector. They look pretty good together, both eating their hay off the ground. Minimal splodge (in Sharon speak, that could be anything from dirt to debris and general yuckiness) on her. Usually what happens is Tucker yanks some hay out of his hay rack for her and deposits on the ground right below. Then he eats out of the rack with all of his bits and pieces falling all over her. Sometimes it's hard to even see her under all the fallen hay, but she's in there. She is my number one reason why one of those nifty gadgets would really come in handy! Smiling & Waving, Sharon
a mailbox stuffed full of fibery goodness from friends! This is what my mailbox lookedl like this morning. I just knew it was coming because my super fiber senses were tingling! I know about when the mailman will be here so it was hard not to stand out there and wait. Even harder to take the picture and not do a happy dance around the mailbox. Belive me, I have and it can look odd to, oh say a neighbor, driving by on our one horse road.
I've been fortunate to recently win a couple of drawing from gals on other fiber websites. I don't win things like that. Oops, I take it back. I won 5 lbs of potato chips at a Detroit Pistons basketball game when I was in elementary school. Ahhh, the memories... Ok, I'm back. A few weeks ago I won a drawing through The Fine Lime for Merino and Jacob fibers. Later that week I also won a drawing for an Alpaca/Milk fiber blend from Fluffington Farms. I also purchased some other fibers from these stores because the win gave me the opportunity to order and try some different fibers, too. I am wallowing in beautiful Merino and Jacob...along with Alpaca/Milk, Black Bamboo, Soy Silk, and a dyed roving called "Love in a Mist." I can't recall what it is exactly, but it feels like heaven. Trust me. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
As I walked our little Miniature Dachshund, Tabby, outside in the pouring rain by flashlight this morning I was thinking about what I might post. The possibilities are endless! I had considered my website inspiration, Ree Drummond of The Pioneer Woman, whom I've enjoyed for years. Then I thought I noticed the slightest stink of skunk in the air. I wasn't sure, but then my suspicion were confirmed when the slight breeze took it all up my nose. Yes, definitely skunk. The first I've smelled around since cold weather set in. It brought back memories of late last spring and the skunk episode. I told Hon I was sure there was a skunk living under the hay bales in the barn. I never saw it, but wasn't going to poke around after it either. As the bales decreased my apprehension about moving them increased.
One day I didn't smell it, thinking it surely must have decided to move on. A few days later I walked into the barn with the dogs (Roxie & Millie) thinking nothing of it. Then I suddenly smelled this horrible stench. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Do you know when a skunk first sprays the stink doesn't actually smell like what carries on the wind? Let me tell you, it's worse. Roxie came flying out of another part of the barn, gagging, whining, and wiping her paw on her face. Still, I didn't put two and two together, walking around, trying to find out where the smell was coming from. Then Mille ran up to her and did this play jump thing on her, which later I found transferred it to her. I was still walking around trying to find the smell. Then I found it. On my coveralls. Yup, that skunk had gotten me too. We were all skunked, my only saving grace being that I could remove the coveralls. I may have gone inside, but those poor dogs were outside on their own! I didn't care how much gagging they were doing out there even providing them with a couple of de-skunk baths. They were not coming in! See, this experience was almost a year ago, yet it's still so fresh in my mind.
Now you're wondering what ever happened to that skunk. Well, I don't honestly know. I imagine with the diminishing hay bales and the complete pandemonium we created that morning it decided to take off to parts unknown...after making sure to leave it's smelly calling card on a curious sheep on it's way of the farm. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
Welcome to our blog! It's exciting for me to be able to share pictures and stories of what goes on around here on any given day. Believe me, over the years we have had quite a few adventures in farming, and I'm sure there are more to come. Whether it's day-to-day chaos, all the pesky little honey-do projects I come up with for Hon, or something that the kids caught and brought in, it all adds up to what makes our life here enjoyable. Thank you for taking time out of your day to share a little bit of family time with us. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals wouldn't agree. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm just called Mom. Life on a farm is full of family and hard work and I wouldn't have it any other way.