Thursday, May 6, 2010

Overwhelmed, Overworked, and Under funded

Things on the farm have been busy to say the least. It seems spring comes and we are instantly overwhelmed, overworked, and under funded. To start off 3 weeks ago all 3 vehicles decided to go on strike- all within 3 days of each other. So at the moment we are down to one working vehicle. Chuck is finishing up at school and will be starting summer session soon.
Last week we came home to one of our ewes prolapsing, for those unfamiliar that literally means to fall out of place- so her uterus was falling out, not such a good thing. But I think we have it under control. Next week we should start seeing lambs- which is by far my favorite time on the farm! Last year was the first year that we let them lamb in pasture. I really liked watching the ewes give birth out on the fresh spring pasture. This year they will again be lambing on pasture, but this year I am not going to separate the new mothers from the rest of the flock. Last year after they lambed I moved the mothers and their offspring into a jug, kept them there for a day and then let them out. The jug is supposed to be a small confined area that allows mother and lamb(s) to bond. I am not sure if this is really necessary and I feel it stressful for the new mother being separated from the flock. I want our farming to be as natural as possible and I feel it very unnatural to move the ewe and her offspring.

Tomorrow we have a preschool group coming to the farm for a tour. Should be fun, I am sure the kid will love having a bunch of other kids around.

Earlier this week my grandfather was moved into hospice care, they call it comfort care. His health is declining, but his spirits are still up. My two aunts have traveled back into the state to spend some quality time with Grandpa and other family members. With my dad unable to drive long distances, the kid and I were able to bring him into the cities for a visit, and we hope to do so again next week. Although it is a sad time, it is also time of reflection. I have been thinking about all these great memories that I have. Ice fishing, strawberry and raspberry picking, fish frying, yearly trips out to Montana, holidays, the list goes on and on. If you know my grandpa you know he likes red meat, wheat or rye bread, and pie with ice cream. Although I know the pie is important the ice cream also has its memories, like going to Dairy Queen and getting a dipped cone- or better yet an ice cream cone in the back yard of Grandma and Grandpa place. I can say I never remember my grandma making a cone for us but I sure remember Grandpa doing it. I am not sure if I just noticed the way he did it or if someone pointed this out to me, but my grandpa knows how to make an ice cream cone. Really those cones are only good for holding the ice cream- they are stale and bland so it is the ice cream that is the important part, and Grandpa made sure that the ice cream made it all the way to the bottom. This is an important technique- you have to make sure you only scoop out a little to fit into that bottom part of the cone, from there it is also important to push each additional scoop down, there for maximizing ice cream consumption. Grandpa never skimped on the ice cream- a true sign of a wonderful grandpa!


Grant and Paula Sala said...

Jennifer~ I love this article, but you have brought me to tears!

The Peterson Family said...

Sorry about that Paula:) But it is so weird that lately all I think about is those darn ice cream cones he would make us!

Grant and Paula Sala said...

He did make the best ice cream cones!!