When I had my She Who Must Be Obeyed blog, I found it easy to add several posts a day. And I did it for at least five years. And, I was working full time, traveling all over the place. I really need to get my blog juju back.
I cannot even figure out where I pick a category before I publish a post, and then I realize I have a zillion categories, what the hell was I thinking?
And I need to fix so many things, but if I spend time figuring all that out, I’ll never post anything.
And what if I decide I want to rant about the crazy people with TDS? Will that invite a bunch of trolls?
Update – they caught him, and the two little girls are safe.
We locked up our farm earlier today, when the Amber Alert first went out, because our farm is right next door to Donny Jackson’s father’s land. His name is also Donny Jackson, but is of course the Senior.
At least one helicopter was overhead, and because there are a lot of wooded areas on our farm and on the Jackson land next to us, as well as the land to our south, which no one lives on, we loaded up the shotgun and a handgun, and actually locked every door to the house.
I hope they get this guy. He has a bit of a reputation so far as we are concerned because he set leg traps on a creek that goes down the property line, and trapped our dog, Gunner, years ago. We were lucky to find Gunner, as it was during a huge snowstorm.
Anyway, I was a nervous wreck until we learned that the man and his little girls were seen at the Oklahoma border some hours ago. I hope he is caught before he hurts them.
Yesterday, the high was 44 degrees Fahrenheit. Today, it got up to 87 degrees. A cold front was forecast to come in this evening, and I was out with the goats when the winds suddenly changed from South, South West to North, North east. I looked up at the sky, and the front line was right overhead.
It is 56 degrees at the moment, and we should get some much needed rain from all this front activity. If you want to see our weather, you can go to https://www.wunderground.com/weather/KKSEASTO10 and see our particular weather stats from our weather station here.
When you live on a farm with a bunch of critters, the weather forecasts are really pretty important. It looks like we might get snow next week, so I was thrilled when our friend, Major, came by this afternoon to check on his deer blind. I asked him if he could move some of our giant hay bales to both the bucks pasture and to Willowheim. And, of course, he did.
Still need to spend a lot of time figuring out how to make a sales page here. I have been scouring some beautiful kid mohair that I sheared a couple of months ago, and as much as I would love to keep all of it for myself, I do need to make some money to keep my farm going!
This, of course, means I need to figure out how to sell mohair and other fibery things from a blog!
I was once really good at technology stuff, but I have not really kept up. I appreciate not having to write my blog in html anymore, but I am horribly ignorant of all the jargon used – do I want blocks or widgets, or what, to make money here.
So, please bear with me, It may take a bit of tinkering to do what I want.
And please, do comment with any ideas.
Oh, oh, oh – I still need to figure out how to do the blogroll – it’s not quite the same as the blogs I am following – at least, I don’t think so!
It was a beautiful day, as you can see. This is our lower hay field. We grow Brome hay. It’s a perennial, so pretty easy to keep up! We have a farmer who comes and fertilizes it in the winter and then mows and bales for us in the summer. We have a deal, he keeps 2/3 of it, we get 1/3. It mostly works pretty well.
I drove down here to cut some saplings down that were encroaching on the field. I wanted to get them while they still had leaves so I could feed them to the goats. Goats love tree leaves. LOVE THEM!
There are a few wildflowers sprinkled through the field. Clover, sunflowers, black eyed Susans, etc.
After I took the saplings up to feed to the bucks, I drove over to try to figure out how the hell I am going to get the incredibly large round bales to the goats’ pastures for feeding. I have been taking bales apart, putting hay on the truck, driving to the correct pasture and unloading the hay. All by hand. And I mean, by hand. Ugh. I have rashes constantly from the hay!
Our tractor has been out of order for several years. And even if it was in working order, it is not nearly big enough to haul 4ftx6ft round bales – these things are monsters. They are the bales on the left – the one on the right is a 4ftx4ft bale – it is possible to move them with the truck, but still not easy.
Hopefully, I’ll figure this out soon, I do not want to spend 3 hours a day unraveling these monster bales, throwing bits of hay on the truck and then unloading the bits of hay to the goats.
Our silly goats seem to enjoy being out in the snow. When I went out to get them their hay, they were all out in the pasture instead of their run in.
All the goats ran over to me, except one. She had managed to get one end of some baling wire stuck in her mohair and then the other end wrapped around a tree.
It was not hard to get her loose, but she had been there for a couple of hours, I’m afraid. She was being very stoic. She stood patiently while I cut her mohair from the wire, and then she very primly walked over the the hay to eat.
It’s early for snow here – a lot of leaves are still on trees. We are due for a hard winter, though, it’s been years since we have had much of a winter, and we need one – it kills off all the bad things like flies and other bugs. Yes, I’m ready for a true winter.