Monday, February 22, 2010

Cleaning Up After the Octo-Farmer

My friend and fellow blogger is running the cutest posts for February on the toys and treasures that her sons stash in their ride-on car.

I thought that I could do the farm version and share the nasty things that Husband likes to store in the kitchen or even in the bathroom that most people wouldn't allow in their garage.


How many hands does Husband have? Apparently all eight of these wet, bloody, poopy gloves need to be on the kitchen floor to ensure a thorough soaking of newsprint into the carpeting. Note, that I, no fool of a farm wife, have sought to counter-act his efforts by installing the darkest most speckled carpet ever made.

Stay tuned to future posts for the crisper full of refridgerated pig medicine and the dryer vent of straw. Cute!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Sign of the Farmpocalypse

Every issue of Sports Illustrated has a brief quote titled Sign of the Apocolypse, a humorous but true sports news item that makes you wonder--have we gone too far? In that spirit, I present the first installment of Sign of the Farmpocalypse, because I just can't make this stuff up.


I couldn't see because there was pig milk in my eye. 

- Husband desribing his nightime duties as midwife to our sows (mother pigs) and how he got a teat-ful in the face when he was checking to see if the sow was ready to nurse pigs.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Dayton Gets Schooled on Ag

Ahh, Poop Day, God's gift to farm wife bloggers. My latest submission to Dayton's online hub, Dayton Most Metro, not only shares important Poop Day advice but provides definitions of key agricultural terms.


Would you click if the headline was Key Agricultural Terms. I didn't think so.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Winter Wonder Farm

Yesterday we got eight inches of snow. My driveway is not scraped; my back porch remains icy. Here on the farm, all the shoveling and snow removal is focused on the livestock. Snowed-in farm wives, minivans and sidewalks are not a priority.

A self-proclaimed fair weather farmer, I ventured out today with Morgan, sacrificing my cozy sweatpanted existance to bring you a winter weather farm report. I even caught the farmer out hamming it up (get it!).

By the time I got out there, the shoveling was done and feeding time had begun. These hungry sows (mama pigs) were glad to have a cleaned off spot in their pen to eat dinner.

Right now we are in baby pig season at the farm. I know it seems like a better idea to have babies in the spring, but since we will be selling the majority of the pigs to 4-H'ers for the county fair and to other farmers as breeding stock, we want them mature (250-280 pounds) by August/September for fair season.

Can you believe this sweet little guy will be a big hog in six months?

Or these? I love the little Herefords. Thanks to Husband's hard work, they can come out of the little house they share with their mother and not get buried in snow.

Fortunately, this little one and her brothers love to shovel snow. If I can just get them strong enough to put the snow blade on the John Deere, we'll be all set.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Spring Training 2010

This weekend was baseball / t-ball sign-ups for our home town league. Justin couldn't wait to get signed up for his second year of t-ball with Daddy signing up to be head coach.

Serving as head coach of a t-ball team is a little like being assigned to herd cats. Thankfully Husband has the patience of an angel.


This patience was tested later this weekend when Justin insisted on going outside in freezing temperatures to take batting practice.

Appointment Pooping

  NOTE: If you do not want to read about my healthy bowel movement, well too late you just did. I recently became you-better-get-a-colonosco...