Friday, March 30, 2007

Oh, the Glamorous Life I Live!

I know you're all sitting out there wanting to live my life. It's so terribly glamorous, what with my Farm Girl Spa each morning, muddy pedicure and all. But I've only been telling you half of the story! The cute half. The diabetic overload, sweet half. But in reality...

Bessie is prone to sticking her head through the fence...and getting stuck. Not just once, but several times. Look at that big hole in her ear! That happened on her second day here. You'd think she'd learn, but no. I am unsticking her daily.



You want to come visit? I've got something for you to do. Aside from unsticking Bessie. Sheep poop. It piles up around the place like nobodies business. Well...I guess it's the sheep's business. You'll need to grab Blake (Darling's name for the pitchfork) and start shoveling up the old bedding and wheeling it out into the garden. Battling flies all the while, of course.



Make certain you get it spread evenly around the plants.


Then you can mend the fences. City Boy would be more than happy to hand that job over to you. Not that he minds terribly doing the work, he's just not happy about the camera aspect of it all. He's camera shy, my City Boy. You're not camera shy, are you? You wouldn't hide, making it nearly impossible for me to get photos for the blog?





Oops! The Tax Collectors have realized there's activity that they've missed. Better impose the Mend A Fence Tax.


While they're at it, they figure they'd better install a compost for the garden tax. Plus charge me for their contribution (poop, that is.) That'll be two cookies each. Make that two cookies and a cracker filled with peanut butter.

Another load of compost heads to the garden. Don't you just love my wagon? City Boy bought it for me. Can't say my man isn't a hopeless romantic...

It's deworming time now. We use a paste product that is applied with a syringe into their mouths. Nasty stuff. They do not like it.

Okay, so Carrot likes it. Alot. He won't let go of the syringe. Darling must offer a deworming tax. Quiet Storm is not so cooperative. And just so you know? The back end of a horse is way more businesslike than the back end of a sheep; you'll be expected to clean that up as well.

By now it's dinner time. Taffy stands patiently as the boys grab a quick bite.

Okay, okay...I just couldn't help a little cute!

18 comments:

Dixie said...

I absolutely love that last photo! It's adorable.

I would sooooo love to come live with you and work on the farm! I ain't afraid to shovel poo. I ain't a camera shy either!

Lady Of Chaos said...

Oh those ears... I just love the little guy. Great shot!

As for the less than glamorous part of farm life... One wheel barrow full at a time is how I look at it. If I think of how many I have to do, I hate it, but if I just say one down one to go (over and over again), I get it done so much quicker. :)
Rachelle

Alpicks Treasures said...

They are so cute and they tie you down I bet. Enjoy them while they are little, once they grow up your feed bill will grow with it.

Marion said...

what beautiful babies! Great photos!

oreneta said...

OK, that was a lot cute....city girl here, I have wondered about the process of mending fences...do you need some kind of tightener?

Connie Peterson said...

I don't know who is luckier ... me, having only chicken poop to clean up or you having more poop but cuter animals to work with after the cleanup. Sweet little boys - too bad they don't stay that way!!

Tracey said...

Oreneta, they do use a tightener/stretcher for big jobs. For us, it's just as easy to pull it tight by hand. The biggest issue we've got is the horse leaning over the top (as you can see by the pic of the fence behind Taffy!)

Yesterday was really more gate mending; a bit of fencing attached to a gate to keep the lambs from climbing through.

PEA said...

Ok ok, you win...I've changed my mind about wanting to come live with you!! LOL Actually I do realize all the "nasty" work that goes with having a farm...I have a few relatives who own farms and have seen what needs to be done. Have a wonderful weekend my friend, I'm off to the Sugar Bush:-) xox

KELLY FISHER said...

Gee, Tracey! I am feeling a little responsible for the "reality check" regarding your life! Even after reading about your day - it would be great to change lives for a day! Ha!

FarmgirlCyn said...

For the life of me, I cannot figure out how you have the time to take care of your real farm (as opposed to my pseudo farmette) and blog as funny as you do!! AND figure out how to use Photoshop????!!!! (that thing has me running round in circles!) I want those new babies! First I'll have to get a REAL farm.

deb said...

Tracey,

Love the pictures, especially the one of Carrot holding on to the syringe...what a character - he hasn't changed a bit..don't you just love him ??

Tracey said...

Deb, no, he's not changed a bit! Still mouthy and thinking he's a cocker spaniel that belongs in your lap. Which makes Darling a little nervous, lol!

Connie, you get eggs every day from your hens along with the poop. So perhaps they're not as cute, but they're a derned sight more functional on a daily basis.

Cyn...I need a maid...

Burg said...

Nice pics..

Thanks for stopping by my little corner of the blogosphere.. I notice that you practically have the same line in your "about me" section of your profile as I do.. And here I thought I just made that up last night. You know what they say about great minds...

Leann said...

I just love your storys and pictures.you make me miss the country so bad I can hardly stand it.and those lambs are so dang cute I would love to have one.but my apartment would let me.
the only part I dont miss is the poop scoop!!!!and the smell.
have a great weekend.God bless.
say why are all guys camera shy?
I have a son in law who is the same way.

Diesel said...

Don't you have a wheelbarrow?!

I built a treehouse today. :)

How long do people have to vote in the Booger contest? I was going to post a link tomorrow.

Beth said...

OH. MY. GOD. I want that little lamb to be all mine! He/she is so cute....can they stay that little? ;)

cammyk said...

Oh, I just want to squeeze that little guy....sooo cute! Growing up we had a huge momma cow that my dad named Bessie. She was his favorite. I had forgotten about her until I read about your Bessie.

Becky said...

I've been around my fair share of goat & horse poop. And I know how to watch my step! ;o) Still love the country, even if it is a little smelly from time to time.