For the past two days it has been a little warmer and the snow has mostly slid off our metal barn roof. Thank God, what a relief! Today, my 10 year old daughter, Shannon and I, waded thru hip high snow to fix fence in the sacrifice lot. (The sacrifice lot is a paddock a little smaller than an acre where the horses or cows can go out to when they'd otherwise make a mess of the pastures used to grow feed). Snow had pulled down the wires and even a couple of posts were leaning over. Yesterday, I tried to find a place to put manure. I thought I could dig a path with the skidloader to an embankment to dump the manure, but I got the skid stuck in my first effort at a scoop. Out came the shovel..... I got the skidloader out, but some more snow will have to melt before I can haul the stuff away from the barn. I dumped one load onto the front yard, but the snow is piled up so high there also, that I had to give that up. The bucket of the loader had snow and manure mixed and frozen into the bucket so I carried about 12 buckets of boiling hot water and poured it into the bucket, trying to get it all out. What I'd really like to know is, How do I stay so fat?!
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18 Feb · Thu 2010
Well, Tuesday night I fought thru the drifts in our driveway and drove an hour to get to hear Sally Fallon Morell speak on the Oiling of America at St. Vincints College in Latrobe, PA. I was so glad we braved the weather to go. It was the first time I got to hear her speak. It is amazing how we have all been decieved and on such an enormous level!
I must say though, that my 14 year old daughter, Cheyenne, laughed at me and said she has never seen me remotely starstruck in her life and didn't think it could happen to her mom! Something about me knowing what page number a particular quote from Sally was within the Nourishing Traditions cookbook. (129). Cheyenne told me I was like a Starwars geek at a Starwars convention, only it was Sally Fallon. (Who is fearlessly leading us in our own war!) I took a half gallon of milk to give to Sally since she is a huge advocate of raw milk. I asked her if she would like it and she said she'd have a glass right then. (She can't take raw milk on a plane, so she can't take her drink of choice with her.) Isn't that silly? Can't take raw milk on a plane? Anyway, as my friend Nancy, Cheyenne and I headed home, I would randomly exclaim, "Sally Fallon drank MY milk!!" Ok, ok, so I am a Wise Traditions geek. I even told Sally it was "Tiger Baby milk since the two cows it was from are named 'Tiger' and 'Baby'.
If you haven't bought the Nourishing Traditions Cookbook. You should!
Posted by Rene @ 11:28 AM EST
15 Feb · Mon 2010
Well, our neighbors barn roof fell in, killing one of their cows, and trapping two others. The weight of all this snow we are getting here has claimed several barns in the area. We have a few cows housed there, but not in the section that fell in. The Hostetter men, neighbors and fire department members shoveled the rest of the roof off so it didn't go also. There are a lot of hardships when farming, but family farmers like them can always depend on other family farmers to come to their aid and help when disaster strikes. This evening, I walked all around our barn with a flashlight, checking the trusses for any signs of cracking or bowing. We have another storm coming in yet, this time predicted to dump another 8" or so in our area. Here's praying that the Lord will be merciful and allow the snow and cold to soon end. (Without it melting too fast!)
Posted by Rene @ 10:46 PM EST
14 Feb · Sun 2010
the summer." What cows we didn't sell, we took to a neighbors to keep until we need them. There, they have pasture. Even in this long cold, deep snow winter, our three cows we have here at home, still go outside. Even though they only go a few feet from the barn, they enjoy standing outside to chew their cuds and look out over the valley. They do this whenever they want. They aren't rushed, crammed, or pushed to their limits. Life is easy, not stressed. They enjoy getting a rub or pat from me as I take care of them. They are capable of showing love and affection. Cows in a confinement system don't generally live long lives. So much time spent on concrete, in with so many other animals, and pushed to get the most possible amount of milk out of them, shortens their lives. The milk I bring into feed my family is clean, rich, raw, and healthy. I wish I could share it with everybody.
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