I'm not Martha Stewart. I'm not even close. I'm not a vegetarian. But I do care about what I'm eating and what I'm spending on eating. So, I'm eating local. I hunt and fish. I buy from the local farmer's market. I grow my own herbs and vegetables. And I'm raising chickens, geese and turkeys.
This is my blog of my farming and culinary adventures.
was looking thinner and thinner. Despite multiple wormings, extra food,
and putting her into a pen to gain weight. With both her and Blaze
failing to have healthy kids, we were seriously thinking of putting them
into freezer camp. Our reasons were practical. Being Boer mixes, they
tended to consume a lot of food. They were no good for milking because
they carried double teats on each side and didn’t produce as much milk
as my dairy goats. So, with Bolt failing to conceive this year and Blaze
having a stillborn, we both decided to write off the Boers as a
Bucks with horns like this one can be pretty dangerous.
The other day I went to see some bucks for sale. I have two of Oreo's daughters that I'm keeping, which means I have to find a new buck to breed them to get milk from them. This will be Oreo's third rut, which means he maybe has two more good years.
I looked around and found a possible buck. He was even a LaMancha. So, we went to look at him with the thought of getting him.
He was huge and in rut. Yes, Oreo is in rut, too, but not like this. This buck had his horns and swung them around at me when he was annoyed. He came across as what I would consider a dangerous goat -- if there can be such a thing. It wasn't the bucky behavior -- it was the lack of respect for humans.
What made his behavior worse was that there were at least five other intact bucks running around loose along with several does in season. Of course, the people didn't think that the younger bucks could breed their does (Oh, yes they can!) and the younger bucks were sure trying to. I guess they didn't believe in wethering bucks that they wouldn't use for breeding.
My husband now looks at Oreo in a different light. By comparison, Oreo is a gentleman. Sure, he's bucky, but then, that's what he is. And I'm not concerned that he's going to hurt me.
I was interested in one of her younger bucks, but they haven't called me back, so it may be just as well.
back when, I made mead. I think it was back with Leif Erickson or some
guy by that name. Of course, back then we had rotary phones, the
Internet existed as ARPANET (look it up), and I was on the cutting edge when it came to computer development. I also stumbled across a USENET post for how to make mead.
night we heard chirping. Loud chirping we’ve never heard before in all
our time living in the mountains. Loud enough to hear over the TV and
over the fans as they worked toward cooling down the house. My husband
muted the TV and turned off the fan. Sure enough, something was chirping
out there. But what?
Tonight we had a fire moon.
I call it that because in the summer when the forest fires start up,
the moon glows orange in the sky. I wish it were unusual in Montana, but
it’s just not. Fires and smoke every year is the norm until a “season
ending event.” Which is usually the first snowfall.
current goat kid tally was a bit dismal: five bucklings and one
doeling. While I don’t have anything against male kids per se, everyone
wants females and bucklings are considered undesirable since they don’t
tell you a secret if you promise not to tell. My sister thinks I’m a
great gardener when in fact, I’m pretty lousy at it. It doesn’t mean
that I don’t get things to grow. I just never get the garden I’ve always
wanted. But, I have learned some tricks that I’ll pass onto you.