Last night my farm girl friend Chris came over to drop off something I had loaned her. I asked if she would come in and sit for a visit. She said no, she had to hurry up to the airport to pick up her sister. But when I asked if she wanted to go to the barn to see the pig, she said yes without hesitation. She took time to visit and pet all the pigs, especially Steve, the big sow, and the horses too. We had a nice talk, out there in the barn.
So I conclude and concur that farmer comfort zone is more in a barn than in a living room.
Haylady
Friday, June 8, 2007
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Bear and the rednecks
In early June, '07, at 11:30pm a cow moose with a newborn calf ran fast across the front pasture. A short while late a brown bear followed, tracking their scent.
A car honked enough to distract the bear so the moose and calf could escape, and the bear turned and headed toward my house and barn. I called my son ...my short message was "brown bear front pasture". Before I hung up the phone half the family was on the floor headed to the farm, "loaded for bear" as they say.
The oldest grandson, who is his own person, and doesn't think like the rest of us, really, just made me laugh because he is big, has a shaved head, and was sauntering down the driveway at nearly midnight in blue basketball shorts and flip flops, with a rifle and Leuopold scope slung over his shoulder, looking for bear. Bear hunting in blue shorts and flip flops.......It just made me smile.
Bear, like moose, lived to see another day. But I found certain evidence on the sheep that things were just not exactly right. She had her back entirely covered in mud, which was crazy because sheep just don't spend any time at all rolling over. And also she was quite lame on the front leg.
Keeping a watchful eye,
Haylady
A car honked enough to distract the bear so the moose and calf could escape, and the bear turned and headed toward my house and barn. I called my son ...my short message was "brown bear front pasture". Before I hung up the phone half the family was on the floor headed to the farm, "loaded for bear" as they say.
The oldest grandson, who is his own person, and doesn't think like the rest of us, really, just made me laugh because he is big, has a shaved head, and was sauntering down the driveway at nearly midnight in blue basketball shorts and flip flops, with a rifle and Leuopold scope slung over his shoulder, looking for bear. Bear hunting in blue shorts and flip flops.......It just made me smile.
Bear, like moose, lived to see another day. But I found certain evidence on the sheep that things were just not exactly right. She had her back entirely covered in mud, which was crazy because sheep just don't spend any time at all rolling over. And also she was quite lame on the front leg.
Keeping a watchful eye,
Haylady
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