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3/7/2016

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Our farm is beginning to take shape. Not only are the interior renovations coming to a close, for now (a screened in back porch is coming my way in a month or so), but our critter crew is growing, too.
We've been chicken sitting for my in-laws since November while they ready to sell their house to move here to Texas. Their flock of five hens have not only provided us with fresh eggs, but laughter and enjoyment with their antics, too. My sister in law provided us with 18 hatching eggs to begin our own flock. They have been in the incubator since Friday evening as we all eagerly await their 21 day incubation period. 
And, then there's the goats. I've always wanted a small herd of dairy goats. Probably has something to do with my near borderline obsession with goat cheese.  Mmmmmm, goat cheese. Plus, there's no denying the adorableness of a goat. 
After weeks of research I decided that I wanted Nubians. The butterfat content of their milk can't be beat. Butterfat is a big deal when making cheese and yogurt.  Also, those ears!
I decided that I'd like to compliment our herd by throwing in a Saanen into the mix due to their high milk output. According to Storey's Guide to Raising Dairy Goats, in 305 days an average output can be almost 2,500 pounds. That's a lot of milk!
After scouring local online livestock ads for a few weeks I finally found what I was after. We brought Truvy, full Saanen, and Clairee, a Nubian/Saanen mix home to Jolly Acres last week, where I'd say they've adjusted quite well. 
They're bottle babies, meaning we feed them bottles of a whole milk, evaporated milk, and buttermilk mixture. Right now they're being fed bottles three times a day, but I am already reducing the amounts they receive during their lunch time feeding as they are taking to their feed and alfalfa really well. 

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Those ears!
 The buckling we chose for our herd is a Nubian/Saanen mix. He'll join our herd once he's weaned in April. Although, as I'm already bottle feeding two, why not three? So, we might pick him up earlier than April. And, that's the beginning of our dairy herd.
Obviously, our herd needs a guard, so there was much research into which animal would work best for our needs. We opted for a llama.  Llamas bond well with goat herds. They alert the herd of predators with an alarming, rusty sounding call. They will kick at predators. And, have been known to kill coyotes, however are not considered attack animals. They sometimes will even herd the goats into a tight pack when in danger. And, if that weren't enough to convince you, it's a llama, people! Llama. Who wouldn't want a llama?
By now you're probably reciting  Llama, Llama, Red Pajamas. Right? Our cria will come to us in June once he's learned all things llama from his mama. He is already being halter and lead trained. And, the breeders work hard to ensure that their crias are docile with their new humans. I've been assured Bear will eat out of our hands by the end of his training. 
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Bear at a few weeks old taken by his trainer
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A more recent picture of our Bear from the breeder
What a wild difference six months can make. I am thrilled with how our farm is taking shape, and can hardly wait to see what the next six months bring about. 
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Pocket Full of Shells

1/12/2016

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"Mom! I'm gonna need you to get all the egg shells out of my pants pocket before you put them in the washer. I need to go shower. I had an egg break in my pocket while I was doing my math with the chickens. Okay?" 
These were the words that greeted me as my firstborn bounded through the door with one pant leg decidedly more eggy than the other. Grateful as I was that he was considerate enough to forewarn me before I tossed said pants into the washer, I couldn't help but be perplexed and amused. Bemused.
Doing math with the chickens? Were they teaching him? Were they employing some system of scratching and clucking to convey the basic principles of geometry that I have been struggling to get across? Furthermore, had they made progress? It's a new year, and with that I have resolved to delegate more items off my plate. So, if the girls had indeed made progress then I'm open to the prospects of them taking on that subject, notably not my strongest. 
So, I sit procrastinating plucking eggshells from my boy's pocket to ponder my day's events, and to tell you that indeed, I cannot make this stuff up. Cannot.
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September 10th, 2015

9/10/2015

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Breathe In, Give Grace

Yesterday was hard. It wasn't pretty. It was not Pinterest worthy. It was more like a Pinterest Fail sort of day. And, that's okay. Completely okay.
I even ended the day with a post on Facebook about the kind of day it was. It was an empowering post for me. I acknowledged that the day wasn't stellar. I owned my failings and shortcomings. I included a link to Glennon Melton of Momastary's post Grace is Good Enough for Us, because she sees right to my bones. And, you know what? I felt better. 
"Life is raw and hurts. It is beautiful, gorgeous, and toe stubbing *f* bomb dropping all at the same time. I will never be enough. And, thank God. Thank God he's bigger than my potty mouth and taller than my shorter than short fuse of a temper. I hurt. I hurt others. Heaven knows how I have hurt others. So many I never meant to, but I don't know how to love on those who want to love on me most. God sees it all. Every shameful, failing, lost moment he has been a witness to. And, yet, he still has grace and love enough for me. Thank God. It has been such a day."
http://momastery.com/blog/2015/03/04/grace-good/
I was really, really afraid to post such an exposing, self shaming post. But, I did it anyway. And, I will probably do it again. I wanted to show the real and the raw. Facebook often times is scrolling through endless posts of perceived perfection. I'm not perfect. In fact, I'm coming to a place in my life that I am finally comfortable with my flaws.  They are not my sum, but they are a part of my makeup. To deny that wouldn't serve anyone well. 
I want to be upfront and honest. It has taken me a long time to get here. For so many years I was so concerned of what others were going to think, say, or think and say about me. Took a long time for me to finally realize the most freeing, most gratifying, profound thing ever. Are you ready for this? 
They weren't thinking about me. 
They weren't sitting back with a friend talking about me. 
You know how I know that? Because they have their own lives. Lives of which they are probably just as concerned and occupied with what others are thinking about them. It is a vicious cycle, y'all. Vicious I tell you.
This is nothing new or profound to the most confident, happy, and comfy in their own skin people. But, to those like myself that found their own skin to be too different, too loud, too not like what we perceived to be socially acceptable  from everyone else's, it's liberating. It is the set of keys to empowerment we've been searching for our entire adult lives. It sets us free from the ugly stuff and hangups such as  insecurity and jealousy. It gives us freedom to be our authentic selves. The ones intended from the very beginning. 
So, I took a big breath and wrote a post about *f* bombs and hurts and my short fuse of a temper. I also wrote about grace. The creator has given me grace. If he can extend it, be it to even me, a self admitted flawed and flailing, failing person, then who am I to deny it even to myself and others. Yeah, it really is that simple. Breathe in, give grace, accept grace. Repeat.
I wrote that post not just to empower myself, but others. I'm not fully confident in extending myself grace yet. But, I am working towards it every day and want to encourage others to do the same.  
Life is raw and hurts. It is beautiful, gorgeous, and toe stubbing *f* bomb dropping all at the same time. I will never be enough. And, thank God. 




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Cat Talk

8/15/2015

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Today's Cat Talk, where we learn all about what family felines are and are not, is brought to you courtesy of my waning sanity. 
We've had some rather interesting discussions regarding the roles cats play in our family of late. 
On Father's day we became the proud owners of a scared and severely malnourished, ferrel kitten that showed up at our farmhouse. It was during a period of heavy, extended rainfall, and the poor little guy had taken refuge on our porch on some loose straw. 

Named Roscoe P. Coltrane, the Sheriff Deputy of Jolly Acres, he joined ranks in our household with our other cat, Scurvy. Scurvy, another rescue cat came to us the year we moved to Texas. He is ten and fluffy. Fluffy as in fat. But, those aren't words I like him to suffer hearing. We don't want to hurt his feelings, now do we?

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As a mom there are many, many things I've heard escape my lips over the years that would very well earn me a trip to a quiet, padded room under any other circumstances. But, the cat conversations we've been having of late take the cake. Mama readers, you know what I mean. Right?  And, for those that don't know what I mean, let me enlighten you with a few of the more memorable ones from the past few weeks. 


*Cats are not hats. 
This one is said on a daily, almost hourly basis. Why, fruit of my womb? Why? 
I'm at a loss. Why would you think something with ten dangerously sharp dagger toes would make suitable haberdashery? For the love of Pete, I ask again (often) why? 
*There are no cat copters.  
Yes, I know he has a really long tail. No, it is not used as a whirly roto thingy. 
No. Your head is not a landing strip. Get the cat off your head. No. Cats are not hats, either. See above.
*Cats are not projectile objects. 
But, I really must know. How in heaven's sweet, melodious name did you manage to pick up Scurvy? He weighs as much as a VW Beetle. Probably going to have to take you in for a chiropractic adjustment now. 
*Cats don't like dress up. 
Yes, I know he looks cute wearing the bib and diaper. He also looks miffed. Really miffed. Remember, sharp dagger toes.
*Cat's don't like to be worn. 
Yes, I know I wore Jack when he was a baby. It's called babywearing. There is no such thing as cat wearing. I don't know, good readers. Is there such a thing as cat wearing? There probably is. I just don't need to know about it. And, my heathen children certainly don't need to know about it. 
*Cats are not ride on toys.  
We don't ride on cats. There are no cat saddles.
No, cats cannot ride on you. Why? Because no cat saddles. 
Well, there's this one. But, it looks to have an owner already. I tried to find who to give credit for this awesome picture, but alas somebody shared it in one of my online sewing groups with no credits. But, kuddos to whoever this belongs to. It is indeed magnificent.


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And, so folks as we conclude our Cat Talk  I ask for your grace and prayers should you hear these things come forth from my mouth. I am not insane - yet.   
It's really just a matter of time when you have sweet, sweet blessings such as mine. 
Y'all pray. Pray real hard. 
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    Hi, I'm Laurie. And, I like to make and do. I make clothes. I make food. I also make gardens and tend flocks. I make messes. Lots of messes.
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