I’m sure the question crossed many minds as to whether or not keeping a smelly ol’ buck around would begin to test our patience over time. Well, we’re almost a month in and I can confirm that everyone is just as happy to have him around as when he first came home. His rut is nearing an end, and he isn’t as smelly as he was. Either that, or we’ve gotten used to his odor. Now there’s a scary thought….
Perhaps you recall the story from last year where one of our goats escaped while on the way home from being bred with a buck. It had been a final straw for Rachel, who spent an hour looking for Lily in the dark far from home. “I don’t care what it takes. Next year, we’re getting our own buck.” You see, the job of taxiing lovesick goats back and forth from a farm with a buck largely fell on her….
Wait, wait, wait, WHAT?! A maple sugaring post before the Autumnal Equinox even?! Yes, and for good reason. We might be five to six months away from the sap run, but now is the time to identify which trees we want to tap come February. We’ve tapped the same couple of trees for 3 seasons straight, and we want to tap a few more this year to increase our yields. While I’ve made a mental note every spring to scout…
With all of our goats dry (not milking), we’ve had a little bit of extra time this year. We’re certainly missing the raw milk, but we are grateful for the opportunity to think about the coming months and year and how we may be able to accomplish more next year than this one. If not even for the chance to plan, this rest from milking was realistically even necessary – we went from having 3 boys who could eat, use…
What? It’s almost August?? Somehow it’s the second half of July and I feel like we’ve done absolutely nothing this summer. That isn’t true, but it certainly feels like it. Here’s what’s going on: The house project has stalled. It took National Grid eight weeks to move the gas line so that the next part of the project could keep going. In that time, our contractor’s crew started working on another job (and frankly, I don’t blame him), and we’re…