Blogging seemed necessary for me after Dad passed away in 2008. It was a way to slow my life down a bit and try to keep some precious memories alive through imagery and the written word. I come from a long line of farmers on Mom's side and it seems that I am inclined to follow that type of lifestyle. If you are interested in the old days check out the links below.
Jessie, my perfect 'first' horse is now 26 yrs. old and a registered AQUA bay mare. Blue, my dominant Appendix, is a registered American Paint. Jessie loves her grass more than her mother and Blue loves eating (period) and 'herding' poor Jess. Both love eachother! Jessie is very smart and warned me of the fox who was within 7 feet of Callie.
LaQuinta, My Elegant and Athletic Egyptian Queen
While showing in Lexington, I stayed at the LaQuinta Hotel and all summer saw this poor cat who was too shy to be caught. On the third try, it took over an hour to convince her that she would be making a good decision!
Little Bear, Our First Baby
Mama Dog, a wild black lab mix who refused to be tamed, dropped two of her pups at our back steps of the new house. Little Bear rules all of her siblings and tries to rule her parents. She is a very good guard dog!
Nugget, The Boss of the Boys
Nugget arrived about a year after Little Bear. At first he refused to come in, so I would wrap him up in thick blankets during winter's cold nights. He is the best dog, and so gentle with children. But, his growl sounds like some monster from a scary movie, no kidding!
Rocky, Mama's Mountain Lion!
While photographing the huge Rockefeller barns at the Rolling Rock Hunt Club in Ligonier, PA, I sadly spotted a dead black cat near the road lying in the grass. When I stood up, an older kitten approached me sporting a white bulging eye. He let me pick him up and off we went to find a vet!
Coty, Everyone Wants To Take Him Home!
While riding Blue in the big field, I heard the dogs barking. My heart sank as I couldn't see well but thought I saw a coyote. We trotted across the field only to find a terribly thin stray in need of our home. Coty is a superb watch dog!
Sammy, Mama's Shy Boy
Sleak beautiful Sammy was watching over Black Jack on a little hill as he laid dead in the ditch beside the highway. He heard my screams of anguish as I picked up our gorgeous brother of Little Bear. Two months later, he chose to live with us.
Callie, My First Barn Cat
One June day, something thin and dark hesitantly showed herself near the entrance of the barn. With a weak meow, she told me she wanted to stay at the barn, pleasing me to no end! Callie is the most patient cat and the only cat who allowed me to put 'antlers' on her head for Christmas.
Cricket, My First Kitten!
Something told me Callie was pregant though she did not show. She was so proud to introduce me to my first and only Grandcat! I never had a kitten before and this cat has totally melted my heart! He is rotten to the core and frequently must be reprimanded with the dreaded 'Love Jail'. Grammie holds him like a baby and pets him gently despite the awful protests that escape his strong jaws. He only receives 'Love Jail' after a vicious tackle that includes biting his mother's back and knocking her over. After his release, he immediately rubs my leg with his 15-inch long tail!
Princess, A Gift from God
The day after Cricket was born, Little Bear let out a weird bark. I discovered a gorgeous long haired cat perched in the corner of the unfinished side porch where the dogs cannot access. Still beautiful despite being starved and bone thin, Princess has become just that...a princess! She does what she wants but she makes up for it by being the most affectionate cat in the world giving lots of kitty kisses.
Daddy Cat was wild! After a year of daily feedings, long begging sessions and quiet study while he hid safely under the horse trailer, I finally won his trust. He now resides in the barn separated from Callie and Cricket who stay in the tack room. Daddy Cat is extremely vocal and affectionate, always thanking his Mama for his new home.
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The turkeys are learning! Awhile back I blogged about trying to teach the turkeys that it is safe to eat in the corn yard and that I am not a threat when they see the strange creature with two legs, two arms and two noisy buckets scattering yellow goodies all over the ground. Tis the season for making babies and I was blessed with a gift from God to see a spectacular tom display his beautiful feathers early one morning. I am quite sure there is correct terminology for his behavior so my apologies to my more knowledgable readers. Ok, I decided not to be lazy and look up some info....he was strutting...intending to attract females (obviously) who largely ignored him and scare away other males, which must have worked as I did not see any other toms or gobblers.
A few days earlier, I saw two toms by themselves checking out the corn yard for the first time. I wondered about those feathers dangling from their chests and originally thought maybe they were molting (the horses, dogs and cats are shedding) or they were in a fight (the deer are always 'hooving' eachother), but something in the back of my mind told me those were males and (I looked it up) that is their beard! It grows longer with age however, my source says they could live up to 13 years but most die after two years or so...strange. No explanation as to the early deaths unless it is resulting from the hunters. Speaking of such individuals, yesterday morning I heard a gun shot close as I was in the barn. But due to being slightly downhill and in a brick building, I am unable to tell the direction of the shot. It was tinny in sound and I have heard that gun before. Little Bear, when frightened, trots down to the barn to get me, so I walked up to the house with her to discover Nugget and Coty were nervously awaiting for me on the back porch which tells me it was close to the house... damn the soul that continues to trespass on my property. It angers me to no end knowing what a stray bullet could do... Sammy was out too, and the idiot could have shot him...So off I go up the woods along the deer paths but found nothing. Of course I won't, this man is good at hiding, he is a hunter....I did scare off my turkeys and some deer so he must have already left after hearing my angry words or he was not in that area, etc. Alas, I got some decent exercise as I walked up and down some hills, covering about 50 acres. I was down with a severe cold for 9 days prior so this was good for me to get back in the swing of things!
I now have a lone female who frequently visits the corn yard now, so perhaps she has found a safe place to nest close to the house....Sammy, don't you dare go in the woods now! (and yes, Sam is off the 'deer' hook. Many thanks to my educated readers who enlightened me on deer carcasses...I saw it again yesterday and it is now obliterated)....Have a Happy Easter and enjoy a wonderful holiday with your loved ones!
Happy Valentines Day! We have lots of love on this farm beginning with of course the good husband and I and our family. But family on this farm includes all of our furry creatures too.
Check out Ringo and Patty Pat (I guess Patty Pat is a girl though her antler stubs stumped me...She looks a bit pregnant too. I had no clue they loved eachother until yesterday. Bucks and does do not normally hang out until later in the spring and summer. Patty Pat's name is taken from that silly 'Pat' on Saturday Night Live where we still don't know if the character is male or female. Look how proud Ringo is of his Patty Pat!
Jessie and Blue can't even be out of sight with one another. Today they finally got turned out but only rolled and kicked a couple of times. They love being muddy and they love eating their grass!
Daddy Cat and Callie used to love eachother three years ago, for a day maybe...Cricket is living proof of their brief romance. Callie is now tolerating Daddy Cat getting close to her. She wanted him to take her for a ride today (on the Kubota of course!).
Look at Love Rock! Isn't it cool? The excavator was going to throw it over a hill but I noticed its unique shape and directed him to position it under the tree by the pond...a very romantic place to sit!
Big Rocky is totally in love with Baby Bridget! He constantly tackles her despite her squeals of protest. After getting back on all fours and shaking herself, her tail stands straight up ending with that cute curve and she rubs on him for more. What a little flirt! And more he gives, wrapping his strong arms around her entire little body biting harder and harder until I have to separate them. Then he hisses at me like a snake which I have to remind him that he is a cat not a reptile. After that I recieve deep growls and long whiny songs all the way to the bedroom where I plonk him on the bed to give the baby a rest! My big Mountain Lion would have been a great dad...oh well. I wish I had a 'tackle' photo to show you how bad he is...
Just yesterday I discover that Beauty's Boy loves chasing my turkeys! Bad boy! As hard as I work to get those birds to eat, then this little brat has to ruin it! Usually the deer ignore the turkeys. He is so cute and his mother is one of the prettiest does I have seen. I wish I had video yesterday but I couldn't tear myself away from the window to grab the camera. He was jumping all over the place, backwards, straight up in the air and twisting his entire body loving every minute of his new found dominance.
Yesterday was the anniversary of my Dad's passing. Valentine's Day is now a bit rough as the day before takes a toll on my emotional well being. As hard as I try to smile and keep up a good front and continue to do the daily chores, inside I am worn down and old, emotionally exhausted from the numb disbelief that my Father no longer exists in physical form. He loved the outdoors. He used to work on a farm when he and Mom first married and long ago considered moving up to Vermont. He showed me the farm they picked out but could not afford it. How different my life would have been had that happened! But, each day I am reminded of him through myself. I feel he is with me many times and strangely enough that stupid movie that we watched so many times together when I was a kid came on last night...all I had to do was hear that eerie tune and I knew immediately...see the good husband likes westerns and 'The Good, The Bad and The Ugly' appeared. I just laughed and thought to myself that Dad is with me as that movie hasn't come on for years or my husband just didn't tune in at the right time...Love you Dad. There is a lot of love on our farm and I sure haven't and won't forget about my love for you!
Is it possible to train totally 'wild' wildlife? I guess so, for my deer anyways...they have learned to come to the corn yard certain times of the day. They also know if they show up in the morning, I will faithfully scatter their corn in several piles then go on and do my chores. Maybe they have trained me! Certain deer, mostly the smart ones which is usually Bossy's crew, will even wait until after dark, hide near the barn and watch for me hoping for a late night snack. Last week, Buttons touched his nose to my outstretched fingers for a split second! That was a surprising first since his mother Brownie who has known me for three years won't even do that though she has gotten close. Don't worry, when other humans are around, they all scatter. The only other deer I have touched was Nub, Brownie's two year old boy though that was not by choice. Click on this link if you want to read Defying Death. Getting back to the turkeys...it is a tough winter for these amazing birds.
We saw the turkeys close to the house a month or so ago much to our delight as for years they seemed to have vacated the farm due to our dogs roaming at will. The electronic collars have worked wonders for the past few years but the turkeys continued to stay away, until last December.
They are extremely difficult for me to figure out. They do not behave in a consistant manner. They do not arrive on a daily basis nor scratch for leftover corn at a certain time of day. They know the good husband and I are the source of the corn as they must watch while I feed the deer or else how would they know to come so close to the house...
I have learned to just be honest with them... sounds silly, but it works. At first, I thought sneaking behind the barn to avoid them seeing me might be the answer since they used to run like crazy when a human approached. I would walk up the hill with two full buckets of corn and the turkeys would be out of sight. Now, I walk in my usual pace down the to the barn and this time, I talk to them. I know, crazy farm lady talking to turkeys, but their reaction changed! They didn't scatter. Granted, they cautiously walked back up the hill but several of them turned around to watch me. I always say the same words. The deer know the word 'corn' and many know their names, so at least the turkeys can learn 'corn'. One can only hope.
The first time when they didn't scatter in fear, they were headed toward the pond. But, when they heard my voice they turned to look and some lingered, while others walked slowly back in the direction of the corn yard but still on the other side of the road staying close to the brush for safety. They watched me scatter corn. I immediately left and went back to the barn hoping (to no avail) that they would come back down and eat.
The second time was just a few days ago. Did the same thing. This time they were a bit closer to the house but still going back up towards some brush. I kept talking and they kept looking. They very slowly made their way up the hill following their leader with a great view of the corn yard dotted with yellow piles of goodies. Still nothing. I left, this time walking back towards the house thinking my barn noises might disturb them. Nope, nada, nothing.
The third time, the good husband was in the car. They don't seem as afraid of his quiet engine so he backed towards the house, got me, drove to the barn to get the corn, and while they were only a half way up the hill, I scattered the corn from the car. Still didn't work.
I guess it took years for the deer to trust me, so I must be patient for the poor turkeys. I just don't understand why they won't follow the lead of the deer and save themselves from hunger. I know there is an alpha female who heads the flock and I think there is another alpha female who is last in line as the others in between seem younger and slightly different in color. Their behaviors in many ways mirror the deer with several competing for the corn. I've read about turkeys following the deer during Winter feedings so maybe with time, these shy birds will do the same. It is very frustrating trying to teach these turkeys! ;~)
After living 15 years in a very beautiful urban setting on top of my husband's highrise, it became obvious that I was out of place. I began riding about 12 years ago, purchased an awesome sport horse and competed in novice eventing. I needed to find all of us a beautiful place to live so that I could be the one to care for my Jessie, not a hired farm hand at a boarding barn that might close on a whim. We were blessed to find our old historic 80 acre farm tucked away in the woods that surround scenic fields. Hailing from generations of Vermont farmers and horse lovers, I felt right at home. I could now have another horse, dogs, more cats, plant flowers, grow veggies, mow the yard, feed and hear the birds chirping, listen to frogs, walk in the woods, and do all the things we did as kids. Kudos to my awesome husband. Without him, I would not be able to experience these blessings that God has bestowed upon Woodfield and all of its inhabitants.