What yesterday only looked like a sprinkling of powdered sugar across the land, turned into 3 inches over night. We always feel a bit like little kids when we awaken, open our blinds and see a world transformed into black and white. Later, as the sun crept into the scene, we had a lovely pastel water color painting. After breakfast was eaten we had to go out and play under the guise of feeding the cows.
The horses looked especially lovely in the field of white:
The cows are always happy to get a hand out:
The bare trees almost looked like they were made of crystal:
We were all in very festive mood:
Friday, December 6, 2013
I do think our grandson, Grayson, would have liked it. He visited over Thanksgiving and he had a ball on the ranch. He is old enough now to enjoy it. We look forward to future years when our other two grandsons, Zane and Graham, will be able to run around too. Following are some of our Thanksgiving photographs to give you the gist of our weekend of fun.
|Our home in autumn|
|Grandson Zane and Cristina|
|Son Zac and his Friendly Fred|
|The Potato Peelers|
|Zane and his car cruising the house|
|Grayson helped pick the apples and peel them for pie.|
|Johanna and Sarah out did themselves on pies. Yummy|
|Before the gluttony began.|
|The meal, with delicious wild turkey and quail.|
|Getting our Christmas tree. Grayson wanted a 200 foot tree, but settled on this one.|
|The guys took a day to go crabbing on Humboldt Bay in Eric's boat.|
|They got their limit.|
|Nightly card games. Mark is wearing his poker face.|
|Sarah and her son (our grandson) Graham.|
|Grayson loved the quad and took ride after ride.|
|He liked sitting on the horse too. Next time he will get to go for a ride.|
|Zane sitting on Macho the friendly donkey.|
|One of Grayson's favorite chores.|
|Feeding the cows was his favorite.|
|Mr. Johnson, the bull, eating from his hands.|
Happy bubbles to you too .....
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
We recently attended a Buckeye Conservancy workshop and met a lot of people who gave us ideas of ways we can be better stewards of our land while still being profitable.
Matt from the USDA Natural Resources Conservation Service was one of these helpful people. The NRCS has many cost sharing programs available that we might qualify for and Matt came out to get a tour of the land and come up with a list of possible programs we might be interested in.
This small fir was in an oak woodland area and wasn't doing so well. He took a sample of it's core to see how old it was.
Then it grows and looks like it has frosting on it. I would never eat this one as he said that if you get it wrong, you could die, as there is a poisonous one that looks very similar.
We've been talking to a private forester to get an overall ranch managment plan with areas prioritized for work needed and we found out that their is a cost share program for this too. Mark has been thinning some of our tan oak thickets and guess what? Yep, there might be funds to help with this too. There is also a range-land management adviser that will help us with our prairies and possible grants to help pay for fencing.
And all of this came about because Mark and I got off of our hide away and spent a couple days mingling at a workshop. Who knew.
Matt is coming out soon to pick specific sites and help us apply. Hopefully, it works out. You never know for sure when you partner with our government. That's the scary part.
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
It took me a while to figure out, but I have solved my chicken egg dilemma. As my previous post mentioned I kept finding eggs cracked like the one in the above photo or completely smashed. I thought I had a hen who took it upon herself to have breakfast.
My first suspect was my hen who didn't act like the others. I put her in the green house overnight. In the morning there were still broken eggs laying on the floor. It must not be here. When I let her out of the greenhouse she hurried into the hen house to lay her egg in the nest box. Some other bird is the rotten egg. Or so I thought. Next night the fluffy hen got her turn in the hen house. She did not like it. In the morning, when I inspected the hen house I discovered that their were no broken eggs and her egg lay smashed to pieces in the green house. Aha, I thought, I have my bird.
I hurried into the basement and got my big pot and filled it with water and put it on the stove. I sharpened the knife and got the trash can that I put them in after I take off their heads. I picked up the fluffy chicken and just when I was about to do the deed, I felt a little check on my spirit. Maybe I should give it another night. Maybe I should give her another chance. Maybe Jo and Eric would want a pet chicken. I just didn't want to kill and eat this bird.
I decided to just let it be for now and I spent my time cleaning out their house and putting lots of fresh shavings in the nest boxes and then on the floor of the hen house too.
Next morning I discovered 4 unbroken eggs laying in the deep shavings under the roosts. There was another egg in the nest box, unbroken as well. Hmmm. A flash of insight and I realized that my hens were laying their eggs from the roost. So weird. I googled it and discovered that sometimes hens get their clocks off and lay at night when it is too dark to navigate to the nest box. The only hen on schedule was my friendly hen. I was glad that this mystery did not end in bloodshed.
Hopefully, their internal clocks will get back on schedule soon, but until then I just keep the shavings deep. Bomb away birds.