Monthly Archives: May 2011

Pandemonium Monday

Well that was fun…… Just had a “most interesting” couple of hours. I was trying to catch a quiet moment of R&R and check out FaceBook for a few minutes when I saw a family drive up and get out of the car. I go out to see who it is. As usual, it is descendents of the original plantation owners wanting to “look around”.   This has become quite a pattern and usually when I don’t have the spare time to play tour guide but what can you do?  This is the Deep South and hospitality reigns.

While showing them around, they got the full farm tour – as if on queue, or out of a script – we had a dog fight due to a hyper GSD who can’t control herself when there’s company (so I had to break up a large dog fight); goats being born (I stopped to check on my doe who I’ve had in a birthing stall all day and sure enough she’s giving birth so I have to stop and help); I finally get rid of the company and finish tending to the goats, and on my way back inside I see a rooster with an infected eye so I grab him up and am carrying him inside to doctor his eye, as I’ve been doing for the past couple of days. I step inside and my husband is on the phone calling me (we have a phone in the stables) and he looks up and says “oh good you’re back, I was just calling you, we have a peacock in the house slamming into windows”.  I have my hands full with the rooster so I say “no problem, just open the doors and he’ll go out”. So my husband opened the doors only to have the five goats (bucks) and the ram come running inside (looking for something to eat – downside to bottle raising all of your livestock and making them “pets”) and the peacock jumps off the organ (where he left a huge pile of poop) and starts flying/slamming into the window again. So I toss the rooster out, start grabbing bucks and ram and toss them out, grab the peacock, toss him out – and look at the new farmhand that just started an hour earlier and said “if you come back tomorrow you’re either very kind (seeing that I really need your help since this place is total pandemonium) or your crazy.”

And the new farmhand, who all this time has been busy helping my husband build out a cabinet in kitchen for new fridge, assures me he will be back tomorrow because I most definitely need his help and the first thing he is going to do is build a pen for goats and fix my fences, then says   “and it’s going to be 40 degrees tonight so you might want to bring those baby goats inside somewhere”.  So, after two months of 90 degree heat and I’ve turned all chicks loose – I turn around and head right back out and catch and pen a bunch of young chicks and bring them inside tack room, rig up a heat lamp for another hutch of chicks, go get mama goat and her two freshly born, still wet baby boys and bring them into tack room, go get hay and pine shavings and set up a bed for them, go get heater and utility cord which had already been stored away and rig them up, put babies by heater, get mama some food and water and then finally came back inside my house wondering…….

Is it still Monday?????

Mother’s Day

For Mother’s Day, I started the day by helping another mother. This mother had 8 children she couldn’t feed. They didn’t have access to food or water because she was hiding them in the barn loft.

Yes, this mother was a hen but a mother all the same. For the past few days I’ve taken them food and water because she wouldn’t get off the nest since there were a couple of eggs still unhatched – but her 8 babies needed to be tended to and to have access to food and water and there was no way they could get down from the storage loft. So, today, while crouching in a 100 year old abandoned barn hay storage loft, I had to catch 8 baby chicks – each one running in a different direction and me trying to catch them, all the while, one mad mama was chasing me and flogging me. She did one of her kung-fu ninja kicks and hit one of her baby chicks and knocked it out for a few seconds, at least it sat there stunned for a bit – made that one easy to catch. Finally got them all caught and on the ground. Mama immediately followed them and they were all soon happily scratching around the barn and eating and drinking and singing – “free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, we are free at last.”