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Farm Dog Heaven

How many children are told that their missing pet went to live on a farm, where it will have plenty of room to run and other animals to play with? Yesterday we buried our farm dog, May. She was approximately 13, having come to live on our farm, like many farm dogs do, after being abandoned by her original owners. May the Dog was a chaser of cats and catcher of ground moles. She "farmed" every day with Husband. Although we suspect she was part pit bull, she was kind to children, pigs and cows but tough when faced with raccoons and even foxes. While her roadkill breath was not welcome in our house, she found shelter in soft piles of straw in the barn and sunny spots in the barnyard. Having already enjoyed wide open spaces, stealing water from the cows' deep, cool tank, snacking on pigs (that died of natural causes) and rodents (that didn't), doing daily "work," barking vigorously at every possible feed truck, sampling every type of poop, I have to w

Fair Weather Farmer

Only days ago, we practically had a blizzard . Now it's sunny and in the 60s! Fair weather farmer that I am, I (finally) ventured out with the kids to visit some of the newest members of the farm. Here is a Landrace sow and her cute little piglets. Landrace pigs are known for their floppy ears and I have decided that there is almost nothing cuter than a floppy-eared pig. They will live in this private house with their momma and heat lamp until they are old enough to be weaned. They can crawl under the board to visit their mother and get milk but they can crawl back under the board to sleep and stay warm. It's good for little pigs to have a place away from their mother--hey, if you had nine babies and weighed 400 pounds, you might lay down and squish one too. These little pigs are three days old in this picture today. But just in case you want to take one home to snuggle, note that they will weigh 250 pounds or so in six months. 

When Farm Kids Make a Snowman

Earlier this week, a band of snow stopped over our farm and dumped at least seven inches. While Husband trudged outside to dig out the pigs, Ryan, Morgan and I packed up our snowman (and woman) supplies and headed outside.   The yellow eyes were my idea--but not really. When I was gathering supplies, I thought it would be good to use the two halves of plastic eggs to make the eyes, so I ducked into the kids' playroom and grabbed green and blue eggs. What was I thinking?   Ryan and Justin use plastic eggs year-round as their pretend pigs on their pretend farms. They actually have a whole pretend farm economy that even includes hog shows and marketing. The blue and green eggs were their best ones, OF COURSE, according to Ryan, so he threw some new ones in the bag we were taking outside. So, yellow eyes.   We also used a bucket from the barn packed with snow to make their bodies. So that's not eczema on the snow woman's face, it's feed. I tried to tell