My husband and son rebuilt our deer proof garden fencing and expanded the garden. It looks great! We had the last of our pigs butchered (can you believe it? We had them butchered, as in we didn't do it all ourselves! Woohoo, what a time saving luxury!). We were given 8 ram lambs. They are so cute! My husband has worked and worked an fencing (along with my teen son and father-in-law) and moved our cows and sheep out onto spring pastures. We've got more baby bunnies out there in our rabbitry than I can shake a stick at. My son discovered the hugest most gag-worthy tick on our dog's head. That same day said dog chased down and killed one of our ducks we had just put out in the pond again. It was an old drake. It was all discovered quickly enough that I was able to save him for dinner at least. I pressure cooked him and served him over rice. The duck, not the bad dog. ;) My eldest son turned 15. We've been excited to see most of our newly planted fruit trees, berry bushes and other perennials survived transport and planting. We've got a whole batch of chicks out there, coming of age to begin laying, or crowing. Which means a butcher party is on the horizon for all those extra crowers. It's kind of unfortunate because many of them are so pretty! I love roosters.
And amidst it all I have been attempting to find our routine again. Anyone out there that has had children knows how that goes... Just when you think you already have way too much on your plate and your schedule is full, full, full, along comes a new family member! At least, that's how it's been for us. ;)
My husband had to go back to work immediately after Baby and I came home. I attempt to "take it easy", and not lift anything heavy as I recover from the C-section, but "taking it easy" just does not come naturally to me! I can't stand to "sit around" while I can see the dishes piling up and the children needing baths and the diapers needing washing and and and... And I do avoid lifting things when I can, but honestly, what woman with young children and busy household can really not lift anything "heavier than your baby" for 6 whole weeks! Especially when I am home alone. Even our cast iron skillet I cook in constantly weighs more than our baby! lol
I have mourned for my comfy homebirth, and the birth I expected. I didn't get a "babymoon" this time. There was no dreamy lazing around in my own bed right after naturally birthing at home surrounded by my family while my mama and husband brought me delicious meals.... sigh. But I am ever so grateful that I did experience births like that in my past. This time was just very, very different. It's brought on a lot of emotion. I do not do well with sudden, unexpected changes!
Baby T is doing great. I bring him in for weekly weight checks. He has officially hit a whopping 6 pounds. He's still not due to come out of my belly for over two weeks. ;)
This was during one of my visits home from the NICU. I heard Little Farmgirl crying that she needed help. And this was how I found her. She'd fallen into the boots while running amok with her little shopping cart. LOL!
One of the ram lambs, all St. Croix, has really neat blue eyes!
And suddenly our flock grew by 8- the same day we had our pigs butchered. The six sheep on the right (Katahdins) that are looking to the left are our original little flock. They're all staring at the new guys on the left.
This is Hattie. She's for sale. Interested? :) She's one of the cows we bought last year that was supposed to be pregnant, but turned out not to be. Lesson learned. We've since decided we are all cowed out! We just have too many cows, so we've listed a few on Craigslist. And honestly, I think we'll even try dairy goats instead in the not too distant future... Hattie's a good cow though. I think she'd make a nice, mellow family milk cow.
Photo from before the spring green.... This is how we buy our animal grains (for poultry, cows, pigs and sheep)- by the ton from a local guy that grows much of the ingredients and buys the rest in bulk himself. I usually drive to his place, he fills the enormous grain bag, and I drive it home to my husband and teen son who just can't wait to empty the whole thing out by hand into our many covered trash bins we store feed in.
Our 15 year old on his birthday, listening well to mom when she ordered him to "pose with his loot pile". :)
The view from our dining room. So green! I love it so much! Way up there on the hill are some happily grazing cows. That skull we think is from a horse- my son found it up there in the forest on one of his hikes. (And those funny lights on the right of the picture that look like UFOs are a reflection from a lamp, lol)
I think this photo is begging to be my next blog header photo.
This was the last picture I'd taken before I suddenly found myself in labor the next day. I was planning to put together a little post about how we grow alfalfa sprouts. By the time I got back from the NICU however, the sprouts were blackened slimy moldy things! Yum.