Archive for April, 2011

The power of God and Nature… Amazingly SCARY! Everyone here is fine, although I almost lost a batch of chicks. I could hear them peeping for help through the rain and wind and knew something was wrong. Boy was I right.. They were basically drowning. Mama hen barely had enough purchase to keep her position steady, and the chicks were under her wings.
I quick scooped up the mama and moved her to higher ground, and then had to lunge to catch the chicks before they were swept away in the current.

I made sure that everyone else was safe and sound as the wind was whipping around and the rain was pelting down, up to my ankles in water and mud. I get back in the house with a feeling of “all is well” and my husband says “you’re a nut”

What? They are my responsibility. It is my job to make sure that they are safe and happy. I could hear the little guy peeping in distress… How could I not go out?

His response… “We are in the middle of a tornado.. and you’re out checking on the animals. You are a nut.”

The storm raged for about an hour or so.. It may have gone on longer than that but I was asleep and didn’t notice. This morning, Thank God, Everything and everyone was alright. The only loss was a little rabbit food. Even the plants are okay. 🙂

I do have a lot of cleaning to do but I can handle that.

I am so grateful that my family and animals are safe and sound from the storm. that there were no serious injuries or damage. I am Praying today for those that were not so lucky.

I am grateful that I could save those four little chicks. I take my job of caretaker very seriously. Even though some of those chicks are destined to cross my table, I try to make the life they have as natural and protected as I can. Everything deserves to have a good life.

I am grateful that the storm is over and my friend can fly in without too much worry.


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My get up and go has got up and went….
I’m sure everyone has those days… weeks… months…

So much is going on. We are preparing to move my oldest MC, down to Savannah into the dorms. An old friend is coming to visit for 9 days, and I”m trying to get my house painted and my chicken explosion under control.
I need to borrow a flock of goats to help me clear the land and get the yard ready for summer. I have a huge pile of mulch in my front yard that needs to be distributed.
I am down to the halfway mark on the second to last chapter.. and I’m hitting a wall. I don’t know…

I guess it boils down to the old saying, “I’m trying to do everything.. and ending up doing nothing well…”

On the same note.. in this time of upheaval, i find myself questioning what I believe in again. It’s a tough thing to be floundering physically and emotionally only to add in spiritually. So brace yourself for the potential spiritual posts while I try to hammer out the particulars for myself.

Rabbits and chickens are doing fine! Plants are all doing fine except the basil. The Black Prince (Tomato plant) even has flowers on it, so I am watching and waiting expectantly. I have about 3 new asparagus plants coming up now, and the horseradish is doing very well. The rhubarb is also thriving where I have it, but I am a little surprised by the size of the leaves… it may end up a little crowded in there.

Hubby’s hands are doing better, but he’s really restricting his computer time and I’ve cut out all manual work for him on pens and the like. As much as I like to have his help.. he kinda needs to keep use of his hands to continue bringing home the monies honey.

I had to go back to the doctor for my eye and he prescribed steroid drops to help the scratch heal better. If that doesn’t work we’re looking at a surgical procedure. I give “the drops” a little pep talk before I put them into my eye, just to give them that added boost of positive force.

I am very grateful for my husband who supports me even when he doesn’t necessarily agree with me or share the same dream/idea/drive. I know and love that I can depend on him in any situation and I try to do the same for him. I am grateful for my eldest who has grown into a responsible young man in his own right – although he pushes it sometimes. He is going to college and has handled the process from start to finish (Much to my dismay – at many times).
I am very grateful for my youngest who is there for me with the chores and with a kind word and a gentle hug whenever and wherever I need it. He is growing into a responsible young man as well. He is really working at his driving and hopefully will have his license soon. I still pressure him to get things done but it’s only because I want the best for him.
I am grateful for my friends, both in state and out, who are there to listen and give advice when I need it. Who make me feel wanted, needed and loved.
Okay enough of the sappy ending..

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Happy Day after Easter Everyone – It’s been a long time since I have written. at least it feels like a long time.

Grapes are doing well, Rhubarb and asparagus are doing GREAT! Tomatoes, eggplant, and onions all look good. Berry bushes are coming back strong and the herbs are doing okay. (I think they need a little bit more water.)

We also found the two hazelnut trees that I thought were long since eaten. They seem to be doing really well too. the plan is to pull up everything growing alongside them, and mulch them to high heaven (so we can easily keep track of them)

As for my surprise Broody-fest, I have 39 chicks and counting – some hatched from the hens and some in my incubator. Can we say WOW!

heh, Anyway I have to run.. there’s my update.

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new growth

Yay!! Baby Grapes!!!

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All the new mamas

Guess you can tell it’s spring…

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The Middle Wife

The ‘Middle Wife’ by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher

I’ve been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself,but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second grade classroom a few years back.

When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.

She holds up a snapshot of an infant. ‘This is Luke, my baby brother, and I’m going to tell you about his birthday.’

‘First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom’s stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.’

She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I’m trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.

‘Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, ‘Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!’ Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. ‘She walked around the house for, like an hour, ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ (Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.)

‘My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on the car like the Domino’s man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.’ (Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.)

‘And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!’ (This kid has her legs spread with her little hands mimicking water flowing away. It was too much!)

‘Then the middle wife starts saying ‘push, push,’ and ‘breathe, breathe.
They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said it was from Mom’s play-center, (placenta) so there must be a lot of toys inside there. When he got out, the middle wife spanked him for crawling up in there.’

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat.

I’m sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it’s show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another ‘ Middle Wife’ comes along.

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Bagpipes at a Funeral

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man.

He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the Kentucky back country.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn’t stop for directions.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.

I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends.I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

Apparently I’m still lost…. it’s a man thing.

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