We Could Build a Snowman
I put off writing this week because I kept thinking nothing much happened to write about, some weeks I can write 3 blog posts to use when inspiration doesn’t strike as quick as I can type but this week, no.
I always remember Garrison Keillor’s ‘it’s been a quiet week here at Lake Wobegon’ at times like this but when I thought about it something did happen nearly every day.
We took 9 large round bales, about 500 pounds each to the cows ahead of the rainy weather we were expecting. It’s been cold enough to snow but not enough to freeze the ground which is bad for feeding hay. You tear up the sod and make ruts and risk getting stuck every time you feed. The weather report says cold weather after this rain so we’re hoping the ground freezes and stays that way the rest of the winter. Snow we’re not wishing for, too much snow and we can’t haul hay to the cows and have to feed them up at the barn. We’d much rather spread the hay seed, manure and the organic matter of wasted hay out on our pastures we’re working to improve instead of it piling up by the barn.
Monday night Kyle got home from work thinking I’d have all the chores done and she could have a nice hot dinner in front of the fire and binge on Christmas movies on Netflix. No. I let her have the dinner and then we suited up and headed for the barn with flashlights and a hair dryer. Finding the hair dryer took a few minutes since I view drying my hair as a waste of time, it will dry eventually and it does not look better for me imagining myself with a new career as a hairstylist. And I now have all that free time I could devote to finding a cure for cancer. I haven’t yet of course but the time is there.
The hair dryer was needed for Kyle’s lamb who had a snowman growing on the side of his face. When I did chores it was nearly the size of a cantaloupe, by the time we got him in the barn he’d knocked it down to grapefruit dimensions. Kyle insists it was never as big as I claimed but I’m sticking to my story. We discovered there was enough room between skin and ice that I could cut it free with sheep shears without cutting him and we didn’t have to spend an hour blowing hot air in his face to melt it down to safe removal size. Phew! This is where you can stop hearing songs from Frozen.
Saturday was Tea on the Farm (first Saturday of the month until April, join us!). Kyle made tiny, bite sized apple pies using phyllo dough. I want to make these again, they were delicious and looked very fancy.
Sunday we moved the bull, he’s been in with the cows for two months, plenty of time to ensure he’s fulfilled his genetic potential. The other 10 months of the year he lives as a bachelor with the steers who are fattening. This is a job which can have no predictable end time. We usually drift the herd up from the back and every time we go through a gate we try to only have the boys go through and leave the cows behind. With four gates to navigate by the time we get to the barn we’re hopefully down to the ones we want with no running, sweating or swearing.
Sunday was beautiful, sunny and no wind. Perfect to be out and about doing chores. The cows were all up by the gate to their pastures, we got behind the steers and started them towards the gate, Poppy thought she could go along too but we sent her on past the gate and out of the way. The bull tagged along with the steers and we had the four we wanted without anyone we didn’t at the very first gate.
Sunday night we took the dog for a walk so he could scout coyote tracks and remind them he’s there to keep them away and moved a few rocks to fill in holes in the lane. As long as there’s mud I’ll be hauling rocks to improve the lane. So, that’s our quiet week. What did your week look like?
Mini Apple Tarts
Generous tablespoon of brown sugar
Sprinkling each of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves
Finely dice apples and combine with other ingredients
Spoon into phyllo dough tarts (we used premade from Aldi’s)
Bake 350F for ten minutes