I guess technically, it’s not a farm yet. We have no garden, and our only livestock is our rabbits. (We may have chickens by spring. We are at odds concerning goats. One of us wants them. One of us decidedly does not. The one who does not is planning to keep it a secret from the other that there is a raffle for a goat at Rural King right now. Who ever heard of a raffle for a goat, anyway? That is totally something that would happen only at Rural King.) Still, there’s a lot of work to do, and we’ve been pretty darn busy. And now that school is back in session, it’s hard for me to get much done. Even so, there is much happening, so I’ll tell you about it.
Gryffon, Gracie, and Nova get along famously, by the way. They play together all the time. The dogs lick her until she is almost dripping; she meows at them, but doesn’t seem to mind it. Other times, she jumps at them, attacking their legs, and then she runs away. Sometimes this results in a cat and dog chase all through the house. Once in a while, Gracie and Nova actually share the dog bed and almost cuddle together… except that Nova has most of the bed and Gracie is half on, half off the comfy spot.
As I mentioned in a previous post, the rabbits now live in a colony instead of in separate cages.
Here’s one angle. You can see three of the four does. There is a nest box because we’re hoping one of them is pregnant, but she doesn’t seem to be pulling fur or anything, so I’m doubtful. There is also a five-gallon bucket just in case one rabbit wants a cozy space. (I’ve never seen any rabbit use it.)
In this photo, you can see the poultry feeder that we use to feed the does. You can see the fourth doe, as well as the cage we keep the buck in. I wish the buck didn’t have to be in a cage, but if we left him with the does, they might fight with him. And if they didn’t, we’d probably end up with a lot more baby bunnies than we wanted. So far, this new method seems to be going okay. The rabbits are inside our small barn. The colony’s boundaries are made up of hardware cloth and scrap lumber on two sides, and the walls of the barn on the other two sides. There is a concrete floor covered in long grass clippings from our yard. (My amazing husband made the enclosure entirely with supplies we already had. We spent no money on it at all!) We keep the rabbits watered with water bottles attached to the hardware cloth, but also a one-gallon poultry waterer.
In July, Stephan and a friend put a new roof on the pole barn, in preparation for it becoming the new place of business. Here you can see the old and new roof, plus a pretty sweet view of the front two acres of our place.
Weekdays are now filled with school for me, but Saturdays are becoming busy with work on the property. Today I did two loads of laundry (and hung them on the clothesline), cleaned the bathroom (I cleaned the rest of the house last night — in one easy evening after school! That’s one great thing about a small house!), did some shopping (trips to Rural King are becoming a part of life), mowed the grass, worked on some Christmas gifts (made with things found right here on our property, but about which I cannot tell you because it is only August and the presents are still a secret), and made a very farm-like dinner of smoked pork chops, German potato salad, sauteed squash & onions, and bruschetta. It was a feast, and we needed it because we worked hard today and we were hungry!
The Husband spent today at the old house removing peeling paint and touching up. He came home and rescued me after I got the mower stuck in a ditch. Later in the evening, he got the mower stuck in a different ditch.
This is a huge mower, by the way. It doesn’t get stuck easily, but when it does, it’s very difficult to get out.
Here’s a photo of me in July, with The Beast.
Still, despite our misadventures of getting it stuck, I’m thankful for it. It was out of commission for about a week (it was leaking hydraulic fluid and would run but would not move forward) so our grass was getting really long. At least it’s working again. I mean, working except for being stuck in a ditch.
Country life. I’m enjoying it.