Monthly Archives: March 2005

Mother Nature most definitely did not cooperate. In fact she pretty much thumbed her nose at me. I did not make it to class. Matt and Rafe ready to go out and move some snow. Rafe is wearing his super … Continue reading →

No post yesterday, I spent the evening plugging away at the next section of our business plan that is due tomorrow. I also played around with an idea for a new farm logo. Our old logo just had a cow … Continue reading →

If you were a fly in the barnyard this is a sight you’d see more and more often in the next month or two – me gazing longingly at my garden. There is just something so satisfying about digging in … Continue reading →

Karen over at Rurality has me so looking forward to getting new chicks. Click here and here to see pictures of her cute, fuzzy little babies. There’s nothing like picking up that box full of soft peeps, all cheeping away … Continue reading →

The good news is that nothing else died here this weekend. I’m not sure why we’re having such bad luck with the cattle this year. Last year we got 8 healthy calves out of 7 cows with no problems whatsoever. … Continue reading →

Called home on my way back from class. Bad news. The last of the heifers had her calf last night. Dead. Things like this just bum me out. Remember Hee Haw ? If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have … Continue reading →

A typical, blustery March day in Iowa. I hate wind, but in March I try to be grateful for windy days. They help thaw out, dry out, and warm up the garden. Not much going on around the old homestead. … Continue reading →

Rafe Henry is 3. Or “free”, as he says. My baby – though when I say that he replies, “I not a baby, I Rafe!”. Happy Birthday, buddy.

We got a couple more dumptruck loads of woodchips today, and it was an early out of school for the girls. So as soon as Matt got off work they got busy making more piles for the cows. As soon … Continue reading →

Today when I went outside on my lunch break the heifers and Fudge were sunning themselves on a pile of woodchips. They’re pretending not to notice me, but see how they have their ears turned backwards towards me? Silly girls. … Continue reading →