More Work...

We worked outside again today. Yes, we did top and paint the wooden fence posts. Got a ton of stuff done which is awesome. (But, I wasn't in a good enough mood to get that picture:) A family that was visiting the neighbors came and looked at all of our animals. They have four daughters under ten. All of them were really cute. I think that we are slowly turning into a petting zoo:-) Now the big thing is where is the cash flow?:-)


We had chicken eggs on the deck of the barn waiting for our next run up to the house which the little girls found and wanted to take with them. Mom told the neighbor girl watching them that they could take the eggs. She asked “Are you sure?” after Mom said “Yeah” she asked “Are you sure, are they real eggs?” It is really sad that today in America we have gotten so far from things that should be normal (like getting fresh eggs from your chickens out back) to just buying bleached, gross, old eggs from the store.


Well, Dad has gotten “Stung by a Bee” so to speak. He put a suit on at a friends house and got “stung’’. Oh no, he caught the bee fever. He just has to have a hive now and is reading as much as he can about bees. And next thing you know we are going to be beekeepers. So, he has been busy reading up on how to make a top bar hive and today he started it. Just to let everyone know, pallet wood is cheap. So cheap that it doesn't cost any thing. Cool. Now we can have a bee hive for free instead of $300. Once again, cool.


Ahhhh…I LOVE this type of picture. Two in one ladies and gentlemen! In the front Dad starts his bee hive out of pallet wood as the goats happily graze in the new pasture in the background. Perfect! (Notice how the goats are NOT by the electric fencing?)


******WARNING*******WARNING*******WARNING*******
This feeling of “getting stung” CAN happen with any type of animal. One day you could be going along and all of a sudden you JUST have to get your hands on as much information on a particular animal as possible. Note: I’m speaking from experience. Trust me I know. As the famous line goes in the animal world- “Animals are like potato chips, you can’t have just one!”


To have a little fun I’m going to tell you a story about how I got into goats/got my first goat.


Clover was my first goat. She is a ¾ LaMancha, ¼ Boer mix. Black and white. Big ears. Big attitude. Did I say BIG attitude? Yeah, BIG. And LOUD. Did I say LOUD? Yeah…VERY LOUD. To cut to the chase she taught me a LOT about goat ownership. You know, small stuff like, you have to have TWO goats if you are going to have ONE:-) OR, you will be outside from 8 AM to 9 PM sitting and playing with her to keep her quiet so the neighbors don’t freak out ‘cause she is yelling ALL DAY LONG. But, I love her. The first time I saw her I knew she had to be mine. I named her before I knew whether or not the lady was even going sell her to me. I know, that might sound kind of assuming but hey, when you love an animal that much you know that you have to find some way to get them, some how. (Whether or not it’s begging the person that owns the animal or your parents:- ) But, it wasn’t too hard to get her from owner as she was trying to bred purebred LaManchas for her goats milk share farm and Clover had just been an unplanned breeding. So, it was a good way to make money without having to eat her as they were going to do. But…where was I…Oh yeah…so, I named her and begged Mom and Dad to get her. I told them ALL the BENEFITS of having goats and so on and so forth…(And you know what? It worked ‘cause I got her and that has lead into a mini hobby farm. My joy. And to my joy.) Now Clover is milking and has had her first set of twins. This September I’m going to breed her and have February kids. I love kidding season. Don’t you?