Saturday, October 24, 2015

Farewell to an icon

I just learned about the death of Maureen O'Hara, the incomparable actress best known for her roles in the 40s and 50s.


I best remember this beautiful woman in her beloved role of Doris in "Miracle on 34th Street," one of my all-time favorite movies.


(The movie included one of the most touching scenes in cinematic history, in my humble opinion.)



But it wasn't until I'd read her autobiography 'Tis Herself that I realized what an amazing life she'd led. As one reviewer wrote, "What a woman! A star in life and a star in films."

Maureen O'Hara was one of the last remaining stars from the Golden Era of Hollywood. May she rest in peace.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Farm injury

For the last few days, Don has been complaining about a severe pain in his left arm -- a shooting pain that traveled up and down, sometimes localized and sometimes all over the arm. He took a small fall off a ladder a couple weeks ago and mildly hyperextended the arm, so he wondered if it was related to that.

When the pain didn't abate and it was getting harder for him to work, he took himself off to the doctor, who almost instantly diagnosed him with a classic case of tendonitis (apparently unrelated to the fall).

So he came home with a "tennis elbow" compression strap and strict instructions to do NOTHING for a couple of weeks.

Doing "nothing" on a farm is not easy, especially in the fall when there's so much to be done before the snow flies. This afternoon our friend's daughter Miss Serenity came over and cut a log into rounds for us (never mess with a teen girl who can handle a chainsaw!) so we'd have a few days' worth of firewood. (It was 25F this morning.)

Right now Don has his arm in a sling and is applying ice as well as using the compression strap as necessary. He's also frustrated by his relative immobility and we may hire a local kid to help do some of the projects (under Don's supervision) he had planned in the next few weeks.

Such is life. We roll with the punches. Could be worse.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Building a bull shed annex

Slowly over the last few years, we've been modifying the barn to suit our particular needs -- or more specifically, the needs of our livestock.
When Don built the bull pen in 2012, he included a nice shed to offer shelter for the bull and whichever penmates he had with him.


As it turns out, this shed got bogged in mud (gutters are our next project) so we had to add tons of gravel to keep the animals elevated out of the wet during bad weather.


Also as it turns out, one shed wasn't enough. Dominant animals boot out less dominant animals, so last month Don built a second shed to house everyone.




But the bull pen had yet another weakness: it had nowhere to feed the animals. For the last few years, we've simply pitched hay over the fence onto the ground, possibly the single worst way to feed livestock in existence. It's hugely wasteful and resulted in an ever-growing mound of buildup. Additionally, it meant the animals fed outside regardless of rain or snow, so any leftover hay quickly became inedible. They also soiled it with abandon (urine, feces), so nothing stayed fresh or edible.


We did this for several years. As the mound rose higher, we had to tie cattle panels (some call them hog panels) to the pen rails so the bull couldn't jump over the top. Clearly this massive mound of hay/manure buildup was a problem we needed to address.



Don cleaned out the bull pen over the summer before he built the shed extension, and his next project was a two-fer: feed boxes for the bull sheds, and a lean-to annex to cover them.

He started with slats for the feed boxes. We blocked off the first shed so the animals wouldn't get in, and he stripped off the outer wall. Then he installed sturdy boards across the bottom. (The sagging PVC pipe holds the wiring for the hotwire around the perimeter of the pen. We secured it later on.)


Then he started bolting in diagonal slats, using the same jig he used while building the feed boxes under the awning.


Then he switched focus and started working on the lead-to annex outside, to cover what would become the feed boxes (and, incidentally, to shelter us in inclement weather while we're feeding).


By the way, take a close look at that middle 4x4 pressure-treated post on the left. Notice it's bent near the top?


In anticipation of this project, last year Don had cemented these 4x4's into the ground. The middle post warped over the winter. So, clever fellow that he is, Don inserted a shimmy to "straighten" out the post so he could install a cross-board. That's my smart man.



With the support structure in place, he started putting up the roof structure.





Here he's installing furring strips across the roof boards to hold the metal roofing.


Incidentally, the roofing metal came from the massive (and lucky) salvage find at the dump a few years ago. You know the old saying: one man's trash is another man's treasure.


With the roof on, it was time to cut a door into the back side of the barn.


Don measured and marked, then started cutting.


VoilĂ , a door. Eventually he'll frame the metal sides of the door with wood so no one slices themselves on the sharp edges.


Can you see what an improvement this will be when it comes to feeding in wintry weather?


Here Lucy explores the new space.


Next, the floor. We needed a deep gravel base so nothing would get water-logged, as well as to provide a platform for the feed boxes to rest upon. Don scooped up some gravel with the tractor and dumped it at the mouth of the annex...


...and the girls spread it evenly.


Don also dumped, and the girls spread, a layer of gravel in the new shed.


With the infrastructure of the annex in place (roof, siding, floor), finishing the feed box itself didn't take long. Don had to build the angle of the backing a bit steeper than the original feed boxes under the awning, simply because the space in the annex is more cramped.



Then we removed the paneling that had been blocking off the shed, and let the animals in to try out the new feed box.


They took to it like a duck to water. Yay! No more feeding on the ground and wasting hay!


But wait, Don's not done. He still wanted to build a second feed box for the new shed.


So he repeated the process. We blocked off the shed so the livestock couldn't get in, then he removed the fence and installed sturdy boards across the base.


Up went the diagonals. By the way, the little square-ish slot on the right became a little hatch door so we can climb in and out of the shed, for cleaning purposes, without having to go into the pen itself.


The second feed box didn't take long.


Here's the little hatch door. There's a similar hatch door by the other feed box as well. Clever, no?



That's currently where things stand. Don still needs to close off the end of the annex (since it faces the prevailing wind direction). He's also going to frame the end to hold a window -- we have a number of salvaged windows we could use -- but that may not happen this year.


Little by little we're making progress!

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Reeeeeally bad headache

I heard a thump the other day, and almost the same instant saw a tiny bird bounce off our front door window. I went over and fully expected to see a dead bird on the porch.

But he wasn't dead.


For the longest time, he just sat there on the concrete, rocking the tiniest bit. I could almost feel his pain. It hurt just to watch that pathetic tiny little rocking motion.


Since this is the door our dog Lydia uses to go into the yard, I locked it so no one would accidentally let her out. But after an hour, when the bird still hadn't moved, I decided to move him into a box lined with a towel and put him in another location so he could recuperate in peace.

But when I unlocked the door, it looked up at me with a bright eye.


When I opened the door, he flew away. A little unsteadily, it's true, but at least he was airborne.

I've seen birds kill themselves after smacking into glass, so despite the massive headache this little guy must have had, I'm glad he made it.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Soap samples

We just got our soap in.

We ordered four sample bars of soap from our newest advertiser, FarmWife Products. Of the wide variety of "flavors" to choose from, we each picked one.

Don got Forest Camo. I got Orange Cream. Older Daughter chose lemon. Younger Daughter chose Grapefruit Mango. Quite a smorgasbord, no?

They arrived two days ago. As promised, the packaging is humble -- a paper band around each bar delineating the type, then wrapped in waxed paper. (When I took this photo, Don had already tried the Forest Camo, so the paper band is missing.)


Don was the first to try his out. His conclusion: "Good soap. It lathers well and it got me squeaky-clean."

I took a shower yesterday with Orange Cream. Oh my, it was a lovely experience. The soap does indeed lather well (though perhaps not as abundantly as our standard store-bought soap), but the scent is divine and it did indeed get me squeaky clean.


Golly gee darn. I need to take a shower tonight. Hmmm -- will it be lemon? Orange cream? Grapefruit Mango? Decisions decisions...

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Our (cough) exciting lives

Yesterday I organized our pantry. It was long overdue, and I made things much more streamlined and efficient.


In the process, I ended up trashing our kitchen, which then required a lengthy cleanup. In the process of that, I also cleaned the inside of our fridge.

My life is SO glamorous, don't you think?

If there's one thing I try to do on this blog, it's to present the plain unvarnished reality of our lives. Sometimes things are (cough) exciting (this usually involves cattle in some way) but most of the time we blunder on, leading a non-exciting but productive and happy existence.


Which is why it cracked me up to see this recent headline: Facebook or Fakebook? Many admit making lives seem more exciting on social media.

It seems "A survey by smartphone maker HTC found that more than three quarters of those asked (76%) said they judged their peers based on what they saw on their Instagram, Snapchat or Facebook profiles.

In order to make our own pages and lives appear more exciting, 6% also said they had borrowed items to include in the images in order to pass them off as their own and make others jealous.

More than half of those surveyed said they posted images of items and places purely to cause jealousy among friends and family.
"

Believe me, if we're cleaning the barn or building an annex or picking strawberries or gathering tomatoes or canning chicken stock or anything else we do on a routine basis, the last thing we're trying to do is "make others jealous." We're just presenting life in the country.


Some might find this unspeakably dull. That's fine. It's not for everybody. But for those of you who choose to follow our humble lives, let me be the first to say "Thanks" -- and welcome to the boring reality of homesteading.