It finally happened. The stars aligned, Michael’s managers had seen my haggard face at the brewery and thought that something must be done, and we got an entire weekend off together. Most couples might take for granted that they have weekends off together, but between our varying work schedules, we had not had a single day off at home together in over 4 months. It was amazing.
We started off our morning with lattes and solving the world’s problems
Let the chickens out to roam around
Fed Dory her bottle. (Is there really a more precious sight than a handsome man bottle feeding a baby goat? No.)
Then we hung out with the goats. We call Ginger our “Stoner Goat” as she is the most laid back but also the most food-motivated. Today though, she was especially slow moving. We saw her lift her tail and start to poop, but this was no normal poop.
Knowing that we had been having problems with scours in our baby goat and that you had to catch a stool sample before it touched the ground, I did what any crazy goat lady would do. I grabbed a leaf and caught the poo.
You can clearly seem my mixed emotions of amusement/horror at what I had just done. Another one of those moments where I question, what am I doing with my life?
Folly and Jackson love helping dad bring the food to the pigs
We are in desperate need of rain up here, you can tell by how dusty the pig area has gotten. Unfortunately this has been contributing to the situation with the wildfires that are still burning in our area.
We are currently playing with a 3 day pig slop fermentation system that is being supplemented with corn and food waste. Our basement looks like something that would belong to a mad scientist with different buckets bubbling at different rates in every corner.
A worried Michael drives to the vet to get the stool sample tested. The vet said their was no sign of parasites or anything else that could be causing the upset. We have decided to switch to a less rich hay in hopes that it helps out their little bellies.
A quick trip to the library yielded great results! My favorite time of the day is when we eat our fresh scrambled eggs, sip lattes, and flip through books discussing with each other what we glean. It is the most relaxing and calming part of the day.
We had something try to break into our chicken coop over night (no chickens were injured) so we threw some “finishing touches” on our redneck chicken coop and started to chase down the chickens. In order for chickens to recognize a coop as “home” where they will return every night, you leave the chickens locked up for a few days.
Michael is a natural and fearless chicken wrangler,
I moved a little more slowly and mine escaped.
We ended the day by trying to socialize our fearful goats with grain (Read about how we got these skittish cuties here.)
Look at Hazel’s cute tongue! It was a great weekend on the farm and an amazing day of getting to see my fiance during daylight hours.