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Chores here are decidedly different. I start the day at the barn.
I derive an immense amount of pleasure in anything that involves going to the barn. I love the barn. Pinch me, I still can’t believe I have a barn.
And I get to play with it every day.
The first thing I do each day (after counting heads in the goat yard and ascertaining that Cookie Doe has STILL NOT DELIVERED) is go to the barn. I flip the wooden bar on the door that opens into the side of the barn with the access to the hay loft.
I go up the steps to the loft.
Once in the hay loft, I’m greeted by cats. My indoor-outdoor cats (aka house cats) are still in the house (and out of it, when I can convince them) while my outdoor-only cats have now become barn cats. (These aren’t the kind of barn cats that multiply. All of my cats are fixed.)
I bring cat food with me, and the cats are happy sleeping in the hay and eating their cat food without any chickens bothering them up here in the loft. Hopefully, if there are any mice in the barn, they are chasing them.
Then I head for one of the big stacks of hay and nudge down a bale.
I get the bale of hay plopped over at the window that looks down into the barn yard.
I give a look-see to make sure I’m not about to squash a chicken then push the bale out the window.
Then I can go down to the yard and clip off the strings.
If you read my post from about a month ago as to the ridiculous extremes I had to endure at times to get a square bale of hay to the cows at Stringtown Rising, you can understand why I feel like this is almost cheating, it’s so easy.
It could be even easier. I’m hoping to move some round bales over here from Stringtown today. Each round bale will feed the cows for a week, so I won’t need to get hay for them every day anymore. Whatever will I do? I might have to start eating bon bons on the sofa.
Meanwhile, those people over there are wondering when it’s going to be their turn.
I toss out some hay from the barn for them and load it into a wheeled cart that was left here by the previous owners.
I take a couple trips back and forth to bring them a whole bale, but the land is flat between the goat yard and the barn, so it’s not difficult. (I have a bigger cart, but I haven’t brought it out of the barn yet.)
Flat, flat, flat, no obstacles, flat.
Now everyone is happy.
I kick the dogs out of the barn.
I shut up the barn and check on everybody’s water, using the handy faucets at the barn and the goat yard, then I go home for another cup of coffee, having completed my easy chores on my easy farm. I consider tripping into the creek, climbing over a couple fences, letting the goats walk on my back, or helping one of the sheep escape so I can feel like I’ve had a real farming experience.
Never mind!
It’s morning at Sassafras Farm and I feel lazy.
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I like the picture of the house, I like a house with multiple slanted roof lines–you very own “slanted” (sorts) house.
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“hard chores” are done every morning, maybe we all should send you some bon bons? Naw, make your own, it’ll give you something to do….
I am loving your new place for you and VERY HAPPY to see you actually could take time to sit and eat bon bons if you wanted to.
Happy Day!
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Any success on getting her bred?
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I have been thinking about this post, could it be your good karma is kicking in? I dont know that much about these things, but what ever it is, you have earned it, now it is your time to enjoy the good stuff.
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Bulls are not toys!!!! One would only consider a bull if you had a herd of cattle (not a cow) Rome was not built in a day. Study the water before you jump.
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I was wondering about a couple of things:
Are you still milking BP?
Do you have a sled for moving the hay when it snows?
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