An attempt to declare the Glory of God for what He has chosen to do with our lives. A legacy to leave to my children in the telling of it.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Farm Stuff

Oh, that's right . . . we are farmers. As Grace has been praying so often for me lately, I am trying to find my joy again. Farming has been more therapy than joy this past year: a good reason to get my sorry self out of the house and do something constructive. All my well laid out plans for worldly success has ceased to be enough, and I have just been in survival mode. Rob and I have committed to no major life changes (we've been very tempted, but have stayed the course) at this point, knowing that grief does crazy things to you. So I continue to fight to find my joy in what used to bring great joy: kids, horses, goats, simply living. These cute little critters have helped lately. I'm slowly remembering why we dared to attempt to make this dream come true five years ago.
We now have seven surviving goat kid's: 5 bucklings and 2 doelings. Cole and I have started milking five does in the mornings and are getting a measly gallon-and-a-quarter a day. If we had been better farmers and started milking right away the girls would have been doubling that amount ... Yeesh! I'm surprised the earth hasn't opened right up and swallowed me for all the grumbling I've been doing around here lately. Grumble, grumble, grumble. Grumble that the coffee doesn't taste good, grumble that the puppies bark all night, grumble that I have four kids and an old farmhouse in the middle of a long {unbelievably easy, nearly tropical} Wisconsin winter. Finding myself on my backside looking up at the evening sky after slipping on the ice helped changed the grumbling into thankfulness for not having a broken leg last night. 1,000 blessings here I come.

One first-timer doe is due this weekend: Jacob's first offspring~ I can't wait! Actually, I forgot about the poor little doe being due, as she is the only one expecting this month (unless, of course, I miscalculated the other two first-timer doe's due dates, which is very possible.) If all goes well, and Lord willing, we will hope to add three Holstein bottle-calves to the farm next week. They will be raised off of goats milk, and unless milk production increases dramatically, some supplement milk-replacer.




Chickens ... now that's where the farm money is.
Our first batch of 100 chicks have graduated out of the basement and into Cole's chicken coop with a heat lamp, leaving the newest 100 little chicks in the basement to get off to a good start.
These chicks will all be raised for resale (except for a few replacement hens for us) as egg layers, unless of course Rob's nightmare comes true and we become the next "Egg and I" story with 600 chickens this summer. Poor man to have to live with a woman who's dreams consist of critters, and more critters.

4 comments:

Brenda said...

Lots of new life on your farm. You have pretty babies. I'm excited to see Jacob's babies. I hope they are pretty for you. :D

*~*~*~*~Tonia said...

You know I have had milk issues this year too.. I pulled everyone and bottled fed.. I use to leave babies on till about 3 weeks old then separate at night and milk in the morning.. My girls are begging to go back to that next year!Lol I guess 16 babies are to much for them.. Haha..I will not complain about my 2gallons and a quart out of 5 does...
You know sometimes I wonder what God thinks when we complain/grumble/gripe? I try to watch myself because I have it good in this life.. I have promise through HIM. But sometimes my humaness( I know not a word really but..) gets the better of me.. And I grumble loudly.. Soooo very thankful for a Merciful God who loves me!
Lifting you all up in prayer..

Dicky Bird said...

Little spotted beauties! Blessings and smiles from Ringle.

Dalyn (AKA The Queen of Quite Alot) said...

amazing looking goat kids!! Great job!