Little Miss Lulu

I've met a lot of puppies over the years, but until very recently, I had never met a purebred Afghan Hound puppy.  Now I have.

Meet Lulu...

She is about 12 weeks old here and I found her to be super sweet, intelligent, curios and oh-so-soft and cuddly.

These are awful pictures that do not do her justice, but it is hard to get good photos of a blue-grey puppy on grey snow on a very grey day. 

The dark bits you see on her are not dirt, they are dark points like you might see on a Siamese cat.  The horse behind her is Rosie, the foundered mare whose feet I have been working on.  She has significant rotation in both front feet, but she is making great progress, which you can see in her alert gaze and nice square stance.  She was feeling good on this day that we had to chase her a bit to catch her for feet trimming.

Lulu has not gotten to fully meet the horses yet, but she is intrigued.

She is trying to decide if she should be worried about horses or if they would be fun to chase. 

Lulu is super soft and silky right now, but I confess that I am glad I am not the one who will have to take care of the coat she is going to grow into. 

I think she might look a bit like this one day...

I know that if I had a dog like this, I'd end up taking the scissors to her the first time Mud Season hit, which would probably cause Afghan Hound breeders everywhere to have a stroke. 

I am super glad to meet Lulu and I am looking forward to watching her grow up.  I am also glad that I am not in charge of grooming.

I will stick with cuddling every time I visit.   Who could resist a puppy like this after all? 

Small Lives

It is hard to blog when the world is tearing itself apart.  It is hard to write funny stories or share the trials, tribulations and triumphs of a small, quiet life when the rest of the world is facing raging wildfires, hurricanes, floods, disease.  Shootings.

There has been an awful lot of that in the past year and with every new tragedy, the words that describe the latest bit of farm trivia get scattered and fly away like ash in the wind.  What is left behind is a void filled with helplessness, rage, anger, sorrow - all the dark things that take up so much space and energy yet fail to fill that void.  I feel the hammer blow of all these dark tides and I try to shield myself from them while still feeling empathy and sympathy for those suffering through them.  It is a hard balance. 

Added to that are the smaller poisons of a toxic workplace, the bleak days of deep winter and the daily regimen that you have to endure this time of year rather than enjoy.  I have a thousand blog posts swirling around in my head, cluttering things up.  It would be better if I just wrote them down and got all that noise out of my head, but I've had a bad case of the why-bothers lately. 

I'm trying to regain that balance and remember why I bother.  I believe in small things like leading by example and doing my best even in the face of indifference.  I believe in the value of small, ordinary lives lived as well as possible. 

And so...I reach for all the little trivialities that push back the dark.  The small things that actually do fill the void.  The little moments of goofiness that lighten the day's burden....

The knowledge that the peace that so eludes the wider world can be found in small, quiet corners....

That I can't provide safety and happiness for many, but I can for a few.

That there is value in things that so many find useless.

I can't fix the big problems, but I can still celebrate the small, good things like when a friend gets the puppy she has always wanted to have. 

Random Review

Donkey in the Mist

Shaded Out

Hmmm, sunbathing on a cold day....looks like a good idea, but the best spots are taken.  What's a big donkey to do?

The Little Brown Brat certainly looks comfortable...

 Out of the wind and in the sun...

That sure does look like a good place for a big donkey.

"HEY you BIG LUG!  Get out of the way, you're blocking my sun."

"Humm, am I?  I hadn't noticed.  What a pity."

 "Life is so unfair.  Why did Ma ever have to bring that big lug home"

Two Shots in The Ear

Another guest blog here (With a few comments from the usual blogger in italics) from me, farm buddy (what a pathetic nickname!!!!).  

Since Farm Buddy doesn't like her nickname, I guess I should tell you that her real name is Elva, which means Little Elf in Norwegian.  I think we should should start using that instead, the Little Elf will be thrilled.

There has been lots of drama here on the farm, what with a pregnant Maremma, bored Border Collies, cows that are dreaming of the upcoming grazing season, and impatient chickens. However, first things first….Today (yesterday) is Ms. Dancing Donkey’s birthday, so please everyone wish her the happiest of birthdays!!!!!!

Next on the agenda, of course, would be Bess, the pregnant one.

Bess is on the second day of her fifth week!! She has been experiencing a little bit of loss of appetite, which had me worried, but she acts totally happy and healthy, and she is eating her normal amount of food, just without her usual enthusiasm. By next week, she should start having a voracious appetite. I am giving her a high-quality kibble with added beef, eggs, milk, and vegetables; all produced here on my farm (except the kibble of course). I have purchased a dog wading pool, with a diameter of 50 inches, which is the width of a double bed, and also a special whelping pad that goes inside. I will be setting that up for her soon in my living room, and I will be sleeping right next to the pool, so I can make sure everyone is safe, happy, and healthy. I have wool from my sheep that I will also have in there, so the puppies will be exposed to the smell of livestock right from day one.

Most of the drama on the farm has centered around the cattle.

 A while back, I noticed that one of my bred heifers, Caddie, (Short for Cadillac) was limping. I suspected hoof rot, which I haven’t had a problem with in many, many years, but also wasn’t sure if she slipped on the ice or just tripped on some frozen manure outside. Caddie is a big girl, probably 750 pounds, and although she likes me to scratch her and pet her, she would not take kindly to having a halter put on her or having her sore foot closely examined.

I called up one vet and asked if I could give her a little tranquilizer, so that I could examine her foot. Caddie is due to calf sometime after June 1st, and I wanted to make sure it would be safe. Well the vet totally freaked out, wondering where I had gotten a hold of tranquilizer, obviously thinking that I was going around selling date rape kits, (we DO normally use the tranquilizer on the big cows so that they can be bred via AI.  How would you like to wake up pregnant from an unexpected nap?) and she informed me that she would never give tranquilizer to a pregnant heifer, and told me to just soak her foot in warm water for two hours.

Obviously SHE does not know Caddie!! 

After worrying about this for days, Ms. Dancing Donkey convinced me to contact her vet. Her vet was very nice, and told me that OF COURSE it is perfectly SAFE to give tranquilizer to a pregnant heifer, and she supplied me with antibiotic that was supposed to be administered in the back of both EARS! 

Just the thought of this almost made me faint!!!! 

Luckily, Ms. Dancing Donkey volunteered for the task (Let’s be honest, she thrives on these kind of challenges). So last Saturday night, after a couple of failed attempts the days before, I got up my nerve to successfully administer tranquilizer to an unsuspecting Caddie. I had waited until evening because it had been a sunny day, and the cows were outside all day catching rays, so I had to wait until they wanted to come inside. 

As soon as I gave her the shot, I ran to call Ms. Dancing Donkey (let’s shorten this to MDD), (MDD?? What kind of nickname is THAT? Sounds like something nasty you'd read about in a doctor's office) and she came right over. However, Caddie did not seem to be tranquilized enough to allow a halter and two injections in the BACK OF THE EARS!!!! 

This required much agonizing on my behalf until MDD finally convinced me to give her more tranquilizer. Meanwhile, while we were waiting for Caddie to fall asleep, I had to tackle another problem. I had a handsome Belted Galloway bull named Hercules on the farm from August to December.

Hercules was good, except I was very worried that my June born heifer calf, Parsnip (Last year's calves were named after cars, this year's were tubers.  The Little Elf also has a cat named Mud and I'm the one who gets greif about nicknames!), might have been bred. This would be horrible of course, as she is way too young. This necessitates the use of a drug that would stop the pregnancy, if she was indeed pregnant. 

Now at this point I must assure all of you that I am not a farmer that uses lots of drugs! I hardly ever do, but I cannot risk a too-young heifer being pregnant, and I could not have separated her from the bull, as I wanted Parsnip’s mom bred, and Parsnip is still nursing and must be with her mom. As for Caddie, I will not have an animal in pain just because I don’t like to use antibiotics. If one of my animals needs antibiotics, I will give it to them. However, if this was a steer, I would not sell the beef to one of my customers, even if the steer received the antibiotic a year before becoming beef. I would keep that steer for my own beef. Luckily, so far, I have never had to use antibiotic on a steer. I hardly ever have to use antibiotics at all. 

Okay, back to Parsnip.

She is a fast little wild child! There was no way I was going to be able to get that shot into her without slowing her down, so I had to give her tranquilizer too. Yes, that is an injection too, but I only had to give her 1/2 an ml instead of the five ml needed to stop the pregnancy. A little shot IS easier to give on the fly than a bigger one! 

So while Caddie was falling into a deep sleep, I snuck up on Parsnip and administered the injection with a bit of difficulty. Parsnip was very annoyed.  (The rotten little stinker jumped like a fish and took off at warp 9. A cow jumping over the moon is not that far-fetched.))

Back to Caddie….she finally was put under enough that I could get a halter on her and firmly hold her head while MDD nonchalantly administered an injection in the back of both ears!!! 

Luckily, I didn’t pass out. 

(Little Elves are so darned squeamish)

We then closely examined the foot, washed it out, put antibiotic on the exterior of the foot, and made sure that Caddie was in a comfortable position to sleep off the tranquilizer. The plan was now to give Parsnip HER Injection, but she was having nothing to do with it. Apparently I had not given her enough tranquilizer. (This is one heifer who won't wake up pregnant one day without knowing why.)

This was all occurring between eight and ten at night. MDD finally admitted defeat with Parsnip, but we celebrated our victory with Caddie, and MDD went home. At around 11:30 that night, I went to check on Caddie, and I found that Parsnip was a little groggy. After consulting on the phone with MDD, it was decided that I should attempt to give Parsnip a little more tranquilizer. 

Oh joy. 

Once again, I got up my nerve, chased her a little bit, and successfully got more tranquilizer into her. I then waited around for twenty minutes or so, and amazingly put a halter around her. She then decided to drag me around the barn for a bit before I was able to get my halter rope around a post and, oh yay, finally get that injection into her!! Oh happy day!! 

I then had to go out and check on her until 1:30 in the morning to make sure that she was up and eating. What a night!! 

Now, you must all think I have wild and crazy cattle, which is totally not true.

I pet, brush, and sing (so I am not a great singer, but they like it!) to them every day, but they are very smart, and they know when I am up to no good. Furthermore, they are big, heavy, and fast!! I am small, light, and slow! Bad combination. However, I am happy to report that all is forgiven now, and everyone is doing fine. 

Now, since MDD just posted about the chickens, I thought I would let all of you know that her old chickens are doing great at my farm. I LOVE chickens, well my chickens anyway, and they have the greatest life here.

They are locked in a chicken coop at night, but they are let out early in the morning where they are free to do whatever they want. Every morning in the winter, I bring them warm water and chicken food, and then I top it off with black-oil sunflower seed, which they love. They get that three times a day.

They also have access to my entire 140 foot barn. Of course in the good weather, they like to go outside.

One half of the barn has the cattle in it, and the other half has the sheep, and the chickens mostly hang out with the sheep. They dig in the sheep bedding and take dust baths, pester the pigs, and pick through the cow’s hay looking for seeds and such.

I have Buff and white Orpingtons, one black Australorp (The Godmother), some speckled Sussex, some New Hampshire Reds, some Red Stars, and the Silver-Laced Wyandottes. I do not think any of them are thugs, although I will admit the Red Stars are fearless and always trying to get into trouble. Hopefully MDD will supply some recent pictures of these beautiful chickens for you to look at, along with cattle pictures and some of pregnant Bess and my old boy, Scout, who is now 15 and a quarter!!

Well that is all the news for now, but you can anticipate many pictures of pregnant Bess in the future. And wait until mid-March when there should be PUPPIES!!! 

I can hardly stand the excitement!!! 

Of course middle child, Kelsey, is sick of all this puppy talk and just wants to play Frisbee. Sound familiar?