Tuesday, April 7, 2015
A new barn for the horses and farm Equipment!
I can't say enough about the quick and skillful work of the five men who came to put this barn up.
In just about 16 hours of work time they put this barn up on our farm.
My Mom had generously given us some money she got from a few insurance policy's after my Dad had passed away and we used it for this barn.
I know he would have been very impressed with this build.
Now onto finishing the inside and figuring out what type of horse stalls. We have narrowed down our search and are close to ordering.
I'll share the finished project when stalls are in place, wood dutch doors are stained, fences reconfigured and land and drive way is graded and graveled .
Monday, March 16, 2015
The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who, in their grueling travels across trackless lands in prehistoric times, looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space, at full speed, above all obstacles, on the infinite highway of the air.
A few days ago I had the pleasure of some Juvenile Bald Eagles visiting over Swift Star. It looked like 2, two year old and 2, three year old birds. My guess is they are all related. Parents are caring for their younger brother and/or sister (s)
|I's not every day You capture an Eagle doing it's " business "|
Thursday, February 19, 2015
What can I say other than " stick a fork in me, I'm done ".
November had one exciting highlight with the addition of a 75 HP 4WD Case IH Farm Tractor
December was " It's cold out, I'll try to make the best of it". You could function, without feeling you were going to loose fingers or toes staying out in it.
I managed to work dogs some, had a friend up to train dogs, we wormed the flock and tagged last springs lambs. I sorted sheep off and got some down to the sales just before Christmas.
It was warm enough to be muddy and even had the truck and trailer stuck on the day I was taking the sheep to market and had to use the tractor to pull them out.
|Sharon Nunan working her dog Rock|
January came screaming in like a Banshee and comments escalading from "It's cold out...." to
" Holy S*** it's cold, I can't feel my fingers, toes or my face"!
But the snow was scattered and not heavy. Some warm days mixed in and you could work dogs on the kinder days other than just doing chores.
We also had a visitor and I was able to get a photo.
As well at this photo "capture" one early morning
February has me contemplating a move to somewhere like Virginia or North Carolina.
Mid January the bottom dropped out temperature wise and the snows became more frequent and with a little more punch.
No "warm" days mixed in and the sun was hard to come by.
I think the weatherman said we have only had two days in six weeks that were "above average" and trust me 30 degrees felt like Tee shirt and shorts weather!
This was becoming all to common to see on the digital thermometer. There even were a few mornings that the thermometer offered no readings at all.
It flat lined on us. It just did not have the heart to let us know how cold it was out there.
But the dedicated dog owner I am meant I still needed to get the crew out for walks as best as I could manage. We now were wrapped in a deep blanket of cold and snow. Too deep with snow with some ice to not want to risk injury using dogs other than needed.
Did these harsh weather conditions bother the dogs? Hell No!
They really could care a less and embraced deep snow, cutting winds and blizzard Snowsqualls without a blink on an eye and found ways to amuse each other.
" I believe I can fly"
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Thursday, December 4, 2014
I read this today. It is my life. OUR life.
For many years I was a single dog owner. Then I brought a Border Collie pup into our home. I lasted a little over three years before I had a second.
Tremendous self control has me currently at six dogs.
I can't imagine life without them.
Yes sometimes annoying, sometimes aggravating, and the heart ache of them passing is unbearable.
Yet they have enriched my life in ways I never would have thought of, introduced me to people who became friends I never would have met, have made a reason for me to travel to a state I may have never visited otherwise.
They have made me think, have made me proud and have inspired an awe I never could have felt without them as part of my life.
Now that I think about it, SIX dogs is not enough!
Why own a dog? There's a danger you know,
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.
There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.
One dog is no trouble, and two are so funny.
The third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.
The fifth one's delightful, the sixth one's a breeze,
You find you can live with a houseful of ease.
So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy but, oh, Lord the hair!
With dogs on the sofa and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you've said.
They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's one more dog and just one more crate?
The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty,
The floor is all footprints, the furniture dusty.
The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?
So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room,
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.
There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add,
The thought of a cutback sure makes you sad.
Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The vet and food bills grows larger, you owe BIG money.
Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
Except other "dog folks" who live the same way.
Your lawn has now died, and your shrubs are dead too,
But your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.
There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots.
And entries and travel and motels which cost lots.
Is it worth it you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite one comes and climbs in your lap.
His look says you're special and you know that you will
Keep all of the critters in spite of the bill.
Some just for showing and some just to breed.
And some just for loving, they all fill a need.
God, winter's a hassle, the dogs hate it too.
But they must have their walks though they're numb and your blue.
Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
At the dogs on the sofa who refuse to go out.
The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills,
The work and the worry, the pressure, the bills.
The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.
Your life-style has changed. Things won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so is the dog game.