This past year has been one of great transition. Two daughters, the ag loving ones, moved out completely and one got married. I tool a full time job outside of the home and that was quite a change. I had it in my head that maybe the season of the farm animals had past. We would just have a few chickens and that would be that.
I told myself that it was okay, in due time the farm animals would come back but to just be happy with so little responsibility. No wondering during a storm if everyone was okay, no fighting a biting North wind to feed and water, no more middle of the night checks because someone made a “funny” noise in the barn. Just enjoy a good night’s sleep.
After all, we only have one acre and I don’t drive an F250 anymore and we don’t have a livestock trailer- you see it’s just not that season.
But, the problem you see, is that once you have had the experience of seeing goats born in the middle of the night, or had the pleasure of a bottle calf thrive as you care for them, or tasted the meat and eggs from animals raised with love and good food- you just can’t forget it or leave it.
So, two weekends ago my husband and I had planned a date night in the city- Dallas, TX to be exact- complete with a hotel and nice dinner and nice breakfast the next morning. So he calls me the day before and asks if I want the night in the city or if I want to go to the family auction that sells small livestock…
I choose the livestock auction. So our date consisted of sitting in bleachers bidding on chickens, quail, dairy calves and the like.
I had more fun than I have had in many moons!
This is what makes my heart happy. I have just come to accept that glamorous for me is a pair of great fitting bluejeans and Ariat boots. I have dreams of perfect makeup and hair with done nails- but in the end, this farm and the animals that call it home bring me such joy that I just can’t escape it- irregardless of the work it entails.
Meet 46 & 48- two bull dairy calves. These fellows are riding great in the back of my Nissan Pathfinder- on cardboard of course. For those of you who have ever transported cattle of any kind know how they like to poop in transit- but God was smiling on me and nobody pooped. Had they relieved themselves the cardboard would have made no difference and my Pathfinder would have never been the same.
We have a trio of Mille Fluer D’Ulcce and three Rhode Island Reds. The Rhode Island Reds are already laying large brown eggs for us. The Mille Fluer are bantams and have their own precious little house that I will show you latter.
This little lady – a Satin Doe- got to ride in the front seat as I sat in the back to prevent the calves from crawling all over the SUV. Not pictured are 8 quail.
We didn’t have enough cages, but not to fear, the auction sells those, too. Really, it can be a dangerous place.
More information and better pictures are coming as I talk about the roles of the animals on such a small holding and how we do buy and have good success from auctions.