Farm
Not every thing is glorious.
I had to go out of town today for work so it meant something had to go wrong on the farm. It never fails to happen. Annmarie called first thing to say that the cows had gotten out. But before she could get the cows she had to go out and let the sheep out of the barn. There were two new moms and two babies. The first mom was wild and did not want to go in a jug so Annmarie used the cow panel to pen her and the baby in their side of the barn. The other mom was still in labor with a healthy baby next to her. Annmarie fed everyone and then took Zeke out to chase the cows back where they belonged. Zeke was a little over anxious and had to be called back repeatedly so he could stay focused.
Sheep/Chicken Show.
It got very cold here in Eastern Oregon! The beginning of the week we had record cold temperatures. It was as low as -18 degrees Farenheit at our house. The older chickens did just fine. I still had a heat lamp for the babies (who are over three months old) on and it brings the whole coop up about 20 degrees at least. All the walls have insulation in them so when the door and windows are closed it is airtight. I had opened up the baby area to allow them to go outside and cruise around in the 360 degree enclosed pen. Unfortunately, I forgot how stupid the chickens can be. Two of them went outside and froze to death 12 inches from the entrance to the coop and 4 feet from a heat lamp. So now there are only 6 naked neck turkens. At our house this is not such a bad thing, if they are too dumb to come back to the coop the predators get them anyway. There is only one safe place and that is inside the coop with a functioning automatic chicken door! Otherwise every predator on the planet likes chicken. Sheep shenanigans.
I sold some lambs to a fellow coworker. He did not want to send them to the butcher as he had a way to cut them up himself. I offered to help kill, clean and skin them. Annmarie and I were very excited to be getting rid of the last four whethers. He was busy and had a change of plans a couple of times so it took us a while to get our schedules synced. The plan was 1200 the day after Thanksgiving. He called me that morning saying he had to stay over at work till noon and could we do it at 1400? I said sure but I have to quit at 1700 to go to my other job. Sarah, Annmarie and I went out that morning and we sorted out four whethers and put them out in the new momma area. I tried to stick them in the barn but they kept leaping over four foot doors. Sarah and I set up buckets, knives and a bucket of hot bleach water to sterilize the stainless steel table and clean off knives. My coworker showed up after only driving by then entrance to the place once. We went to catch the whethers and the little boogers pushed by the edge of the gate and got out with the main herd. We had to take Zeke off of injured reserve (he has a foot lac that he keeps pulling the stitches out of) and chase all the sheep back into the barn. Once in the barn it was decided to just catch two whethers at a time and kill them immediately so we did not have to keep catching them. I was game to try the technique of slicing the carotid arteries with a fillet knife without cutting the trachea. Just insert the knife behind the trachea all the way through and turn it sideways so the animals bleed out. There was no great spot so we just put them up on the ledge and hung their heads out the barn window. This technique worked good until the last one then I accidently knicked the trachea and i ended up covered in blood.
Water is not my friend.
Every year it seems like we have a water pipe break, usually in the winter. Last year the nozzle in the back yard standpipe broke for the first time. I replaced the faucet valve and it worked great this year. Annmarie wanted me to dig it out and put in a frost free standpipe but I did not. It was not an issue until last year and it is only about 18 inches from a 40 foot tall maple tree. I did not want to hurt the tree or dig the hole to gain access to the pipe (4 feet down in the ground). On Monday, Sarah texted me this picture of the ice art on our lawn.







