These pictures don't do the Redbuds justice! They are absolutely gorgeous this year! I will have to go out and take more pictures before they go away. Just too pretty!! Love this time of year!!
Who would have thought $3.97 a gallon of gas would have be a bargain these days!! But with gas prices just under $4.00 a gallon, I saw gas today going for $3.97 a gallon and a line of cars going into that gas station! And they (whoever "THEY" are) are predicting we should see $5 a gallon by this summer - GULP! If that prediction does hold true, we will have to do some very serious reconsidering of our markets.
Hyde Park is a given! But the others ones . . . I don't know. Will they be worth the gas it will cost to go there? That, my friends, is the
I should have enjoyed my life back in January when I was bored!! That was before THE BABIES! Now, I love having the babiy goats. I really do, but they do mean so much extra work plus the milking. And I love having the goat's milk because that means cheese and fudge and goat's milk ice cream and YUM!!! BUT that also means no free time (so why am I spending it writing on my blog) . . . BECAUSE that's why (typical Mom answer!!).
Farmer's markets start in about a month in a half - panic hasn't set in YET. I should be OK, I think. We are going to try 3 markets this year - Yep, 3. I know what the heck are you doing girl??? Hyde Park is a given. We will never give up Hyde Park unless we are asked to leave (and I don't see that happening - I hope not!!). We are going to try two new markets - Mt. Adams and Mt. Lookout . Not going to do Anderson. The Anderson Market died on me last year. Maybe it was me and maybe I just had too much competition. But that is never here nor there!! I wish the Anderson Market all the luck in the world and I love Nancy Downs to death - good person with the biggest heart in the world!!
Anyway, I definitely need 48 hour days. Either that or a xerox copy of me - now that is a scary thought!! Well, best get to work. The goats don't milk themselves. Hi Ho Hi Ho it's off to work I go!
Looks like kidding season is coming to an end. Kidding season is what goat farmers refer to as the time when all their goats give birth to baby goats. Baby goats are called "kids." My "Kidding" season usually runs from February to March. I have one more doe due to give birth any day now, then I am done until next October/November when they go into heat. And the proces begins again - ah the circle of life - hit it Elton John!!
This year turned out pretty good with only a few mishaps. Poor Kelsie and her stillborn baby - that was pretty rough! And can't forget the lamancha that just dropped the babies where ever!!
Next year will be better. I sold about half of my herd. kept my best milkers. And am keeping all the baby does (girls) that were born this year. So I will have a young, fresh herd.
As many of you may know, the Midwest was hit with some pretty powerful storms on Friday, March 2, 2012. Fortunately, once again New Richmond dodged the bullet and was spared (not by much). BUT the village of Moscow (just 5 minutes away) did not fare so well and approximately 70 to 80% of the town is gone from the EF-3 tornado. As of this morning (Monday, March 5), I have not been able to get in touch wtih a friend of mine. I am assuming that is because lines are down. Saturday morning, when I went out to feed my animals, I was amazed at the debris that I found in my yard. I am guessing this is from the tornadoes.
These are two of the larger pieces I found. Looks like they are roof shingles. At first, I thought they were from my house, but my house has brown shingles. This makes me feel so sad because the other pieces that I found doesn't look too good for what remains of the house.
If you get a chance today, would you please take a moment and say a prayer for the people affected by tornadoes in Ohio, Kentucky and Indiana? They are going to need all the help they can get.
Raising goats were never in "the plan." If you had told me 12 years ago that I would be raising goats, I would have laughed in your face! But, at a Valentine's Day Party at my son's Kindergarten, the local Vet showed up with two pygmy goats. As the saying goes, it was love at first sight. And the rest is history . . .