Sigh.....

Spring has sprung.

Finally.

The garlic is growing, and the reason for the tomato cages is because...

The chickens are free range again. And they'll eat every little green thing they see.

Daisy is "over the moon!" about being outside again.  

It doesn't look like it, but take my word for it...she's happy.

And Peeper is singing the praises of no snow, well not much snow anyway,  longer days and warmer temps. Hallelujah!!!!! Everyone is in a better mood.

Only in Nova Scotia....two weeks ago it was -2 degrees Celcius at 7am and +26 at 5pm.

Gotta love Nova Scotia.

Have a Blessed Night!

Lisa

When the cows came home..

Remember these guys?

Daisy..

Woody

Well they've been away at the neighbouring farmer's field for the entire summer. Usually they come back in October but it's been an extremely mild fall so they've stayed there till today.

We had a bit of snow two days ago so it was time for the cows to come home.

The farmer told us that Daisy got kinda big...really big. Bigger than Woody. Because all summer she became a big mooch on another cow's teat! She nursed all summer on another cow.

Honestly, I find that kinda funny.

But here's what they look like now.

Daisy turned out to be black not brown. The ole farmer thinks she might

 be crossed with Black Angus. 

Next week Woody is going to the...well you know.

But we're still not sure what to do with Daisy.

Her and Peeper have a thing going.

Peeper is in love.

The minute Daisy walked into the pasture, the other goats went the opposite way.

Peeper on the other hand, walked right up to her and introduced himself. 

They've been inseperable ever since.

Love knows no bounderies.

Have a Blessed Day

Lisa

Peeper

Ohhhh...Peeper!

You are so bad.

For several months this summer he lived in the barn. No fence would contain him.  

So at night he'd sleep with the guys and then during the day he'd move to the girls apartment.

He'd find a hole in the fence, we'd fix it, he'd find another hole, we'd fix it.

Just when we thought we had him contained, he'd MAKE a hole and we'd fix it.

Finally after awhile we made the decision to sell him.  It wasn't a decision I made easily. 

I love my Peeps.

He's my little boy.

But it was no life for him in the barn and it would cost several thousand dollars to make a fence that would contain him.  Something we couldn'd afford.

So I placed ads everywhere.

Then on Open Farm Day a little girl came over and before I could scream,

" DON'T TOUCH THAT ELECTRIC FENCE!!!!"  

She grabbed the fence! (We had warning signs, but she was too young to read and her parents had their backs turned)

Nothing.

Nada.

Oh.

That's why when the turkeys would stick their wattles on the wires it wouldn't zap them.

I just thought they were too stupid to realize it hurt.

That's why Peeper was escaping!

We actually had someone that was coming to buy him that week.

I called and said, sorry but we're keeping my boy!

Our troubles weren't over. We tried everything to fix the fence, check the wires, change the fencer, add another ground, wet the ground. Nothing was working enough to keep him in. 

The big girls were happy inside, so they didn't bother trying to leave and Bear had gotten zapped once and never dared to go to the fence again.

So I ordered another fencer from work....a big one.

I didn't frig around.

Meet Super Energizer 5!!

That's Mr. Super Energizer 5 to you!

Oh and Mr. Energizer works.

It's for 50 miles....we only have 4 miles of fence. Heh, heh, heh.

6 joules.

Er, Er, Er. ( Tim the Toolman's voice)

Peeper is safe and sound in the fence.

Problem solved.

Have a Blessed Day

LIsa

Peeper, the farm mascot.

I've always wanted a Nigerian Dwarf goat. I find that they're cute. 

They look like mini goats, not like Pygmies that look more like a barrel with 4 legs.

So a friend of mine raises these cuties and she offered one to me.

We really couldn't afford it right now, so we bartered.

We disbud and band her goats so we traded the goat for services.

You gotta like that!

The little thing doesn't eat much.

I'm used to feeding a large scoop to each goat twice a day.

The first time I fed him I gave him a whole scoop of grain.

I think he figured he had died and gone to goat heaven...

till I realized what I had done and scooped some out.

But I mean, come on! Look at that face! You just want to feed it all the time.

It's soooo cute.

When we first got him, he was ALL boy. ( He's only 3 months old)

But we are slowly changing that, or the band around his testicles is anyway.

Until he loses his manhood he can't go outside or Pisnak will beat the poop out of him. Because I mean testosterone is testosterone. Doesn't matter if you're standard size buck or three apples high buck. But needless to say Pisnak would win.

So we bring him for walks everyday until he loses his manliness.

Then we'll start introducing him to the rest of the gang.

We have already started introducing him. 

Maggie hates him and Azelle loves him. Maybe she thinks it's her baby.

Bear the guardian finds him amusing.

Peeper tried to attack Bear. 

Bear was like, "Really? Seriously? Come on, my paw is bigger than your head!"

Oh well. In a few months they'll all be one happy family.

I would have blogged Peeper earlier, but I've been having issues with Blogger...again.

But today they were resolved.

Have a Blessed Day.

Lisa