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Archive for May 29th, 2012

Emergency Move

May
29

After a few weeks of nonstop rain, we had a few weeks of nonstop dry. The small creek on my farm starting running low. Last night, we moved the horses and donkeys down off the pasture into the back barn yard and ran a bucket of water to the sheep in their field. (The goats don’t have a creek in their field, so they have a bucket of water all the time anyway.)

Patriot and Zip hiding out from the sun earlier today in the outdoor access stall:

I could run a bucket to the upper pasture, also, and will probably do that for longer term droughts, but I knew it was supposed to rain this week, so I just brought them down for the day. They can go back up in the morning. It’s raining now!

The cows have two creeks joining in their field, so they are better off for water where they are. It would have to be dryer longer before I’d have to bring them to the barn.

I want to start loading in this winter’s hay this weekend and my hay guy hasn’t finished baling, so if it doesn’t dry up soon, my Saturday hay day will be shot. (And I have all the teenagers lined up already and everything!)

But the flowers I planted this weekend will be happy and the creeks will fill again!

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I Love Handy Guys

May
29

I was up at 4 a.m. this morning to take Morgan to the high school. I am dead tired. I apologize to all the other drivers on the road in Roane County. I need someone to show me how to turn off the high beams on the truck. This was the first time I have ventured out with my stick shift in the dark. Today is the last day of school here and everyone who didn’t get a BIF (I have no idea what that stands for but it’s not good) “won” a trip to King’s Island, which I think is an amusement park in Cincinnati. Long drive. We left at 4:30 so I could have her to the school well enough before the 5:30 departure. They will be back at midnight.

My cousin volunteered to pick her up because I will be in a coma long before then.

Since I was already in Spencer and didn’t want to waste gas going back again later, despite being still half asleep I went to Wal-Mart. There is no waiting in line at Wal-Mart at 6 a.m. Good time to go! I picked up a few things for the studio then I ate breakfast out! At McDonald’s! In my truck in the parking lot. It was very fancy. Mostly, it was to pass some more time, but it felt like a treat since I hardly ever eat out.

Then I sat in the parking lot at Hardman’s (hardware store) waiting for it to open at 7 and watching the contractors pull up because nobody is at Hardman’s before 7 a.m. but contractors. I bought buckets of roof sealer and roof brushes because I’m getting the barn roof resurfaced!

It’s very exciting!

Really!

I love my barn. We have a deep and fulfilling relationship and I want it to last for a long, long time. I’m trying to take care of it.

Not long after I (finally! after leaving at 4:30 a.m.) got home, Adam and Robbie, the handy guys who are going to do the roof, showed up with the sad news that it’s expected to rain later today. No roof sealing today.

But!

We have other business at the barn. They are also building my milking parlor!

First, they moved in some rock to level the floor.

While they were at it, Adam fixed the tractor. Every time I have someone use the tractor, I have to get out this doohickey (screwdriver) from the back of the tractor, wave it vaguely below/near the steering wheel, and say, “You stick this thing in there to press something down and then you can start it.” I’m not real clear on this, but it has something to do with a neutral safety switch that is out of adjustment. Or something.

I went out there about an hour later after they’d moved some rock and Adam said, “I fixed your switch for you.”

Blink. I said, “Really????”

He said, “I only had to start it once to decide I wasn’t putting up with that. It only took about a minute to fix it.”

I love handy guys!

Now all you have to do is turn the key and the tractor starts. Since I never could figure out how to start the tractor by myself using the doohickey method, I’m one step closer to actually driving the tractor myself! Only about 2,499 steps to go!!! But at least now every time someone comes out here and uses the tractor to do something for me, I don’t have to wave the doohickey at the tractor and leave them to figure it out.

Back to my milking parlor.

I’ll have a milk stand for cows to the left and a milk stand for goats to the right. The milk stand for the goats will be raised up on a platform with two holes cut out for the milking machine to attach up from underneath. (There will be a cover for the holes that fits in place so that the goat can’t step in the holes when getting up on the milk stand. I’ll uncover it once she’s in place.)

There is a light in this stall, but it’s insufficient, so two new lights are being added with a convenient switch at the door. An outlet is also being added for my milking machine so it can be plugged in right here.

The top of this stall is open all around, so that is being covered with wire to keep out chickens.

Wire going up:

(This view of the milking parlor is from the “storage” side of the barn where it looks down into the milking parlor stall.)

Since Cookie Doe is in milk right now, she will be the first to try out my new milking parlor. I’m ordering the special inflations (attachments for goats) for my milking machine. I’ll try her out as soon as the parlor’s ready!

And now I think this is too much excitement for me today and I need a nap. But not till I get Adam to show me how to turn off my brights.

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