A quick catch up

It's our first night on the farm. It is really dark but not as creepy as I expected. Lucy and i brought a few of the stragglers in for milking. We also tried to make the chickens go home but chickens are punks. We would get them in, walk about twenty feet and the whole flock would be right behind us. We left them to Kris, I assume he's a chicken whisperer and can make them listen.


Day two- all about the pigs. We were touring the property earlier and found an escapee. Kris wrangled him with a toddler strapped to his back in the boba. Babywearing is sexy but there is nothing sexy about catching pigs. I likely won't use the expression squealing like a stuck pig anymore because nothing squeals like a pig. that is a godawful sound. So Lucy loves the four wheeler and the black cat. She thinks all farm animals are pigs and she cries when i bring her inside. I was worried about Mack because he chased a chicken yesterday so I had to keep him leashed, which is fine but defeats the purpose of living on a farm. Luckily he is indifferent to them today.


Day three on the farm. Lucy B and Mackie both think they run the place. Mack chases after the fourwheeler with all of the other dogs and even followed them up the hill today. Lucy B found her own special spot to hang out in and plops down under the trees to watch the horses. We got to watch John and Jason work with the colts for the first time, we fed the horses and a calf was born. Mostly we milked goats though. Kris hates to do the goats so I want to be able to do them when he has to. It isn't bad. The lactivist in me was really nervous about it though. It really is just a giant breast pump and if you are nice to the goats there isn't anything wrong with it. That said, goats are punks too and are also amazingly strong. The hardest part of milking them is running them to and from the pasture. Of course the ten year old did all of the difficult ones. Lucy fed them while we milked. She takes her job very seriously. Tomorrow we tackle ducks.



Sad day. I left my slacker baby in bed and went outside in my jammies to do my new job- feeding the ducks. Got out there just in time to see the ducklings attack their bowl and Justin dumping food into the pen for the big ones. Duck duty fail. Back to bed.

Lucy and I did the ducks tonight. It's our official chore. I wanted something that I could do with Lucy every day and feel like I was doing something small to contribute. The ducks are super easy and I am going to enjoy them, at least until I have to remove ducklings at a much later date. Here's a word of advice though for aspiring farmers. When picking a chore, to not pick the animal nearest your house, simply because it's near your house. Pick the animal nearest the water source. It's hauling the water that's a giant pain, not just walking out to pet them on the heads.