Reduce. Recycle. Reuse.

I saw Becky setting up some targets, including this morning's K-cup, and warned her that ammo is expensive so don't waste it.
This is her one and only shot from over 25 yards.
No wasting.

Witness Relocation

The evil possum came around murdering a rooster one night and a hen the next.
He broke into the upper hen house both nights and dragged them out with necks broken.
All of the red hens used to spend the night in said coop, but after the crime wave started, the surviving hens wisely chose to move in with Joe Houndog in his dog house on the front porch.
I was too slow to catch her in the photo, but here is a benefit of the hens' fear of open spaces. Easy egg collection.

Frigid Arctic Blasts

I couldn't blog for a while because Laura was signed into Google with her email address. I was finally in the room with her and asked her to help, and she easily enlarged the window, signed out, and signed me in.
I wish I were a teen.

Here are pictures representing the cold weather.
Clyde cleaning confusing snowflakes off of his fur.
A Cardinal, by Katie.
My neighbor delivered round bales and made my winter easier.
Frozen solid water trough.
Running water in above freezing weather!

And tonight it's back to negative numbers for wind chill temperatures.

Pork Rub Recipes

I've been disabled by asthma for about two months because I had a reaction to the normal meds, which was worse than the illness itself.
I just remembered that I had once used an excellent cough remedy from the Amish and ordered it from Mountain Meadow Herbs, which I can't figure out how to link you to.
As soon as it arrived, I started feeling better and am now able to get back out on the farm.
I had a nice ride on the mare yesterday after I had spent too long bent over Opal, picking pig mites off of her and drowning them in soapy water.
I had decided to make a concoction of Crisco and pyrethrins to rub the pigs with to not only kill the disgusting adult mites, but also their eggs which are stuck all over the hair shafts.
The feed store didn't have the poison I wanted so I used Crisco alone. It killed the mites on contact and also made the pigs so relaxed they drooled.
They also fought each other and me to be the one getting shorteninged.
In the top photo, Opal is still comatose from having her armpits and groin area instantly relieved from the burrowing little buggers.
I need to buy more Crisco to finish Garcia.
Maybe I'll physically remove the eggs instead of poisoning them.

Seven Little Piggies Sound Asleep

Katie's first litter of piglets is ready to go.
We will miss these little cuties!

My Little Fall Hike

Here are some images of today's peaceful hike through the trails.
This morning was overcast, but then the sun came out and I got to see this beauty surrounding me. Now it's cloudy again.

Good Morning, Farm

Here's Garcia, having his breakfast.
I'm glad that he loves us and is always kind and gentle.