Here we are in the last month of 2020. I am currently typing this up while Robert watches Charlie Brown Christmas special with the three youngest kids. We haven't decorated for Christmas yet this year. We were gone around thanksgiving to visit Robert's extended family for 6 days and nights and since we got back we have dealt with a broken dishwasher, a small flood from a leaking hot water heater, Robert fixed the hot water heaters (for now), and someone has been gone for something every night since we got back so decorating is waiting until Friday December 4th. Which is also The Boy's 12th birthday. November 27th was Tender's 17th birthday (while we were traveling). And November 1st was Robert's 40th birthday which we had a big party for. AND working backwards, Bug turned 5 on October 28th. Personally I have been working out every morning, which is new. I've been doing that for 11 weeks now. Bu that is about all I have ot share but Hurricane helped out by typing up an update about our little farm! It is below the pictures. Again, click on the pic to see it bigger and the caption. Farm update 2
Ok, take two. Before I say anything else, there’s one story that stands out more than the others. I believe it was sometime before Halloween (the weather was cold enough that I hated it but not cold enough to get dressed before tending to the animals) and it wasn’t my morning for outdoor chores. Which meant I could kind of sleep in. Except not. Because as soon as it struck 7 mom was yelling that there was an owl in the barn. Not my chore day, but definitely still my chickens and my problem. I ended up getting to the barn a few seconds before dad did(he had gone inside to get a 22) and saw an owl not in the barn, but in the chick pen. Which explained why it was so urgent. The owl had just finished mauling one of the baby Jersey giants and was trying to get out. The other chicks were freaking out but otherwise unharmed. Dad burst in just after me and shot the owl(chill guys, it’s legal if it’s destroying your property). It died pretty fast and we were then plagued with the possession of a very dead owl. We would’ve liked to stuff it but apparently it’s illegal to taxidermy birds of prey. So now it’s hanging off a tree in our Watership Down field(we named the fields apparently) Anyways on to the normal stuff. After a couple of weeks of looking and begging for more calves, I ended up going to the sale barn with dad to put my own opinion with his. There were three jerseys(that were actually very healthy all things considered) and like 5 or 6 Guernsey mixes that also looked pretty healthy. We ended up getting two of the Guernseys. And they’re my hands down favorite. I named the first (who was full blood Guernsey and sooo small) Paulo, which means small in Portuguese. The second was part meat cow and instead of having a pitch black nose and eyeliner like Paulo, possessed more albino features. We named him Buster on the constant insisting of dad, who had been vying for that name since Grady. They’re weaned now, but just as perfect as before. Paulo’s a little wary of people but Buster is ecstatic at the sight of them. He’s the only one I’ve managed to halter train unsurprisingly. Not much has gone on with the chickens(mercifully) except one older chick(Elise) dying of a leg injury while we were in Texas and both the ducks disappearing (I guess I forgot to mention that Lonnie flew south weeks ago). Mom found feathers everywhere and a body in the woods from one of our white ducks. We don’t know if the other one got away, but it’s probably not coming back anyhow. The almost last animal I must address is Jake. That horrible little twerp. A few weeks ago, after mom and dad incessantly urging me, I made Jake go faster than his usual slow, begrudging pace. He was pretty ticked but obeyed pretty much fine until we got into the other field. The one with his food. And he was not happy when I made him leave it. So unhappy that he almost immediately took off running and bucked me off. It didn’t hurt, like, literally at all, but I was mad. I don’t think I’ve ridden him since, but when we went to Texas, I did get a chance to ride my aunts horse, who though she was pretty young, rode very well. When we got home, dad started looking into horse boot camps and found one 45 minutes away. He says if we can’t train him well enough by January or February, then Jake will go there for six weeks and have the stubborn trained out of him. I kinda hope that happens. We also found something out in Texas. Jake is not 21, but 16. Which kind of ticks me off because this whole time we thought he was a tired old man when hes really barely middle aged. The last animal I’m going to talk about is Marmee. She’s huge. A few months ago mom got to the point where she was ready to breed Marmee and dad had surrendered reluctantly. We found an AKC registered Bloodhound a few months ago and went to meet him. His owner had bred him before and was educated enough to educate us. Marmee was on a schedule of going into heat every 8 months. For some reason she was late by a month or two, but eventually it came and all we had to do was wait nine days. It felt like forever, but soon they were up and Marmee’s friend came over for a “play date”. I’ll skip the details; She’s due just after Christmas.
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