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Alaska memories! One year ago today.

Was just reading my Facebook posts from a year ago and discovered that we have memories!!!! Here’s what happened a year ago today.

Well home, finally warm and dry. Looks like today’s little outing turned into yet another Alaska adventure. Went to town, ran errands and was

Pretty much a typical day, right? Well maybe if you don’t live out in the woods! Many of you have seen my earlier post complete with pic of me burying the 4 wheeler In a foot of water and ice. Okay so not too bad, swallow pride and call hubby-then as I look at the phone a bit of panic……battery is flashing red……next heartbeat wolves start howling and it’s getting dark. So putting on my bravest mom face (had my 2 ten year old girls with me) I tell Cati to call dad as I continue to work to get the wheeler dislodged from the hole and return the back wheel to the ground (it’s a foot off the ground at this point. Okay then at that moment I am lifting with all my might as Cami is on the wheeler hitting reverse I hear laughing. Laughing? Really? Like a danged Hyena laughing. So I stop, not believing this sound I am hearing and wondering who the heck put Hyenas out here to roam with the Moose, wolves,Coyotes and Bears. Now mind you the minute we stop the 4 wheeler and I step aside and right into knee deep ice cold water the laughing stops. Thoroughly convinced I have finally lost my marbles I begin the entire process of lifting the front end while soaking wet and freezing and right when she starts moving a half inch there goes that danged Hyena again! Start, stop, start, stop and I finally realize the laughing Hyena is the chains dear hubby put on the tires hitting the ice chunks and making the ominous laughing sound! Now about this time hubby shows up-it’s still light enough to see 20 feet in front of you gets out the handy dandy come along and gets me unstuck, trailer reattached to the wheeler and I travel another 30 feet and splat-guess who just found the second crater that by now feels to me like the son of the Grand Canyon! Once again he gets me pulled to solid ground and it’s dark. Not just twilight I can see half a mile but dark enough I could hardly see my hand in front of my face but I’m on solid ground, my trusty camo steed is raring to go into battle and I’m headed home. Got to love this boring life I lead and my dear hubby for always coming to my rescue 🙂

  

Winter is in the air

It seems winter may just make an appearance after all here in Alaska. The past few days have found us bouncing between wind, sleet, hail and snow peppered moments. Always on the ready we have busied ourselves with repairing animal pens and shelters which is a never ending job, gathering firewood, hauling water and of course dear hubby has been also busy making repairs to the wheelers. He did get excited when he discovered that one of my “mall” aka local dump site finds turned out to be tire chains that would fit his 4 wheeler. 

Yes we have finally frozen up. That glorious time of year when the soggy ground almost magically freezes and ends the muddy season. A time for celebration for this off grid family as now we can begin the real work. When the ground is frozen logs can be hauled with greater ease as they slide across the frozen tundra much easier and travel back and forth to town is done by machine versus on foot. 

This is also my favorite season because of the holidays. I love holidays! Big meals with family all around and this year will be even more special as we have plans for fellow homesteaders Reese and Ann to join us and perhaps another couple too! Yes I love to entertain. Cooking for a crowd is one of my favorite things to do and although we will be cramped in our small quarters what a time we will have. 

The kids are loving the snow and chilly weather. Aunt Cathy sent them ice skates so we are planning on going to the hidden lake once it is frozen solid. I do have plans for an ice rink in the front yard if I can make it happen. It’s not as difficult as it may sound. Once the ground freezes solid I will start emptying the dish water out there and it will freeze. If I can keep the critters out it should get smooth and they will have a fenced in area to skate away in. Yes, creative thinking is a must for sure.it really should not take long to accomplish weather permitting with as many dishes as I do! 

 I know this is a short post but the roosters are crowing and it’s almost 5:30 a.m. So time to get the dough kneaded and commence my day. I hope your all blessed with joy and happiness.  I’ll leave you with random pics as has become the tradition. God Bless!

   
    
  

 

Turkey Butchering ****Warning graphic pics******

As promised I am sharing our turkey butchering.  Butchering any poultry you must prepare the animals the day before.  No food for 12 hours prior but allow water.  This will make cleaning the birds much easier.  Assemble the following: A very large pot for scalding and a heat source-propane turkey fryers work well. (you can dry pluck but I prefer scalding as it cleans the birds and removes a thin layer of skin where dirt gets trapped).  A second large pot or tub of clean cold water for rinsing after gutting, a propane torch or any source of flame for singeing the pin feathers (optional) sharp knives, a cooler for the dressed bird, a separate tub of cold water for the giblets, neck and feet if you choose to keep those.  A long wire with a weight (3-5 lbs.. sturdy string or twine for tying feet and hanging.  While one person holds the bird with wings pressed against its sides another ties feet together-these pics show my 60 lb. 10 year old daughter holding the 30 lb. bird while hubby ties its feet.  The bird is then hung up and the wire with weight is inserted in the soft tissue under the beak and through the mouth and twisted in place then quickly given a sharp tug.  This will break its neck and put it into shock so it doesn’t feel pain.  We then make a slit below the head (front side) to severe the artery and bleed the bird out.  Allow it to hang at least 10 minutes to bleed out.  You may seem some wing flapping so stay clear as the wings are powerful but it is only muscle contractions at this time. Grab head and pull while making a cut all the way around the base of the head to remove it.  You may encounter a tough cord, this is the spinal cord and just cut through it.

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Once the turkey is bled out untie legs and scald-make sure the water is right at boiling as it will make your job easier. Scald the bird for a couple of minutes pushing it down with feet to completely submerge any feathered areas.  This is the most difficult part as the bird gets much heavier with wet feathers!  Remove and test by pulling some of the leg feathers, if they come out easy then put it on the table breast side up and begin plucking.  I prefer to do wings first while still hot.  These feathers can be difficult.  You will find that when plucking if you leave a few feathers in your fingertips and rub the smaller feathers will roll out.  Some people swear by rubber gloves during this process but I have never been able to work with them on.  Get off as many feathers as you can.  Some new growth or broken feathers can be removed by squeezing (like a pimple) I know-yuck but that is the way it is and unless you want to find out what cooked feathers taste like you will get them out.  Some feathers are very small almost hairlike and that’s when using the torch comes in handy as it burns them off leaving a tiny back spot that will wash away.

Once you have plucked and singed put bird breast side up on table with neck facing you, grab the skin on the neck and slide down.  Cut this skin off 3 -4 inches from the body then push it back against body.  Holding bird with one hand stretch out the neck as far as you can.  This will separate the neck bones and make removal easier.  as close to the body as you can slice through the flesh all the way around the base of the neck and set down your knife.  If you have some help holding bird this will be much easier. Grab the neck and twist then with tip of knife sever any tissue that is still connected.  An alternative way to do this is to use large garden clippers to cut through the neck.

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Once this is completed take your fingers and slide along the skin on the right side and separate the craw from the attaching tissues and pull this out (this is why no food for 12 hours, an empty craw is much cleaner to deal with).cut it off and discard.

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Turn the bird around still breast side up and at the knee joint slice through at the bend and snap backwards to reveal the inside of joint and cut the tendon inside continuing on through to slice through skin and remove feet.  After a bit of practice this part gets easier to do.  once feet are removed then make a horizontal slit a half inch above the cloaca (yep its discharge end) this is made easier by sliding the skin up on the breast and making it taut.  Slip your fingers in to help guide knife and cut around the cloaca now enlarge the horizontal cut large enough to get your hand in.  Sliding fingers in an upward movement against the breast bone grab the gizzard, it feels like a hard rock in there. Pull that out and the innards will follow.  Cut the gizzard free and set aside  then find the liver it looks like a big red blob.  Notice the green sac hanging from it-do not puncture or cut that as it is full of bile (if you do quickly wash off all traces) cut around the bile sac to remove liver and set aside.  Now remove the rest of the innards and discard.  Reaching back in feel all the way up to neck and grab out the heart.  Trim away the veins and arteries and set that aside in your cold water tub.  Once all the guts have been removed rake your fingers along the rib cage to remove air sacs and windpipe.  Put the bird in the cold water tub and scrub the remaining blood and airsacs out then wipe over outside to wash off any bits that have stuck.

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Place in cooler and fill with cold water.  Add ice if needed to keep temp between 36-40 degrees.  maintain this for 24 hours then empty water, rinse bird and repeat.  Do this for 48 hours before freezing or cooking 72 hours is even better and your bird will be moist and tender.  Note***** DO not skip on the rinsing of the bird every 24 hours or changing water-this is important to maintain an enviroment were bacteria doesn’t grow.  Do not permit temp to rise over 40 degrees!!!!

Keep gizzard, livers and hearts in separate water baths under refrigeration until time to either cook or freeze.

If keeping the gizzard you need to clean it.  Lay it in your hand and cut it open  ( if you look at it you will see a white area that gets narrow in the middle-cut it there and turn inside out.  It should be full of rocks or grit.  this is how birds process food.  Empty the grit out and notice there is a rubbery lining.  peel that lining out and discard. in th pics here you will see bits of melted aluminum the turkey ate digging through ash pies.  I look at every gizzard-who knows someday we may find a gold nugget!

If freezing your bird place neck, gizzard, heart and liver inside a  plastic bag.  Insert that into body cavity for easy removal during thawing. Finding bags large enough for a 20+ pound turkey is almost impossible ( cooking bags will work) I use trash can liners and double bag, expel as much air as possible to prevent freezer burn.

With a little practice you will find that you can process birds in a matter of minutes. The prep and cleanup takes longer than the processing.  We do literally a hundred plus chickens and turkeys a year and hope that by the grace of God we are blessed enough to do even more next year.  Knowing where and how your meats are raised and processed is important in todays world.  Our animals lead a fulfilling happy life from the day they are born until the day they become meat on our table or someone elses.  Free to roam and not be caged up 24/7.

Holiday season is upon us

It’s that time of year again when thoughts of big family dinners, shopping and Christmas music is blaring at every turn. Of course we are sheltered from the commercializations of the holidays and our thoughts turn to things like butchering turkeys. That is what has been on the agenda for a week now yet the weather has given them a bit of a reprieve. Tomorrow-well today actually as it is after midnight, we will butcher the remaining birds and they will be on the menu for Thanksgiving dinner. Sadly we lost many this year to both predators and the flooding we experienced but with a bigger flock next year and proven broody mommas (both or birds hatched chicks this year) we expect that we will see a better year in 2016. For those of you wanting to know how the processing is done I will post after and hopefully dear hubby or one of the kids can get pics. Don’t worry if your squeamish I will warn in the title so you don’t have to see if you don’t want to. 

   
It’s 1:30 a.m. And I find myself wide awake after my nightly jaunt around the place checking critters. It’s become a difficult task with half frozen ground and I find myself either skating on the ice or sinking in the mud but as I slip, slither and slosh through the elements I am being rewarded with stars in the sky, a bit of the Aurora showing a hazy green and the wind whispering a mournful tune through the trees. 

The time is getting closer for some of the goats to begin kidding and I am sure now that Charlotte the pig absorbed her second litter of piglets so no guess as to when she will finally farrow. This off weather has been difficult for both the animals and us humans. Trying to keep the water away and from warm to cold to warm again has messed with their bodies natural coping abilities. This cycle will pass but it leaves devastation behind that isn’t as obvious to those who aren’t living it. Just a challenge though that time will overcome. 

It seems we now have two goats that think indoors is better than out. Our little wether Klondike (who is destined for freezer camp)fell in a water hole yesterday and luckily the kids were close enough to save him. By the time Caleb carried him to the cabin he was very chilled, weak (the goat) and showing signs of hypothermia. Getting him inside, dried off and warm again he soon was back to being an obnoxious little goat who now is standing at my door bellering. He doesn’t miss his momma he misses being spoiled. Of course the country kitchen cure all has wetted his appetite for sweet treats. For those of you who don’t know what that is, the country kitchen cure all was a milk replacer concocted of carnation canned milk, corn syrup if you had it or any other sweetener like honey or maple syrup. A bit of salt and some water to dilute it and you could nourish both 2 legged and 4 legged critters back to health. To this day I still use it.im sure there are those who would dispute it’s use but there are many an old timer that was raised on that mixture. 

   
I’m praying the weatherman is correct in his forecast. Only time will tell of course but it looks like we may see a solid freeze in the coming week. Would sure help with getting around out here-and getting in. With all the breakdowns we are waiting on parts so we can have a wheeler that is in working order. Our good friends Dan and Robin saved the day by loaning us a wheeler as papa Freds is now in need of new cv joints (this place is brutal on them)and our wheelers are waiting for parts to arrive. One of them still in the swamp until it is solid enough to drag it home and see what is wrong. We aren’t quite at total self sufficiency but we get closer each year and praying 2016 will be the year we accomplish it. If we truly had to we could survive without many things but our desire is not to just survive but to thrive in our little world.

Who else is already garden fantasizing? I know I cannot be the only one! With a full growing season under my belt I now have the confidence to get out and grow! Yes it was a lot of trial and error but it proved what worked and what didn’t!  Yes I can grow tomatoes and tomatillos here! While we didn’t grow enough to get us through until next season we did have enough to can and enjoy our bounty-next year will be better yet. 

Back to the holidays. I’ve quite a delimma. Last year the girls and I overcame our limited space by creating a construction paper Christmas tree and hanging it on the wall-this year the wall is covered with shelves. I will need to be really creative to figure out where we will put a tree this year. To those who think a tree is trivial I must explain that because our income is so limited, gifts for the kids are not something we have the luxury of buying so I do what I can and start new traditions so they have fond memories of when we celebrate the birth of our savior. Priorities. It’s all about what truly matters.

Well the wind is really whipping and the cabin is beginning to feel the chill so I must go stoke the fire and think of a nap as I have a big day ahead. I pray your all warm and dry, safe from the storms that life can toss at us and Thankful for the blessings that you have. Until next time…..

Easing into winter

It appears winter might possibly make an appearance. Not with a blustery blizzard and frigid temps rolling in like a freight train but more like when you dip your toes into the chilly water easing yourself into the chilly abyss versus diving in all at once.

This morning I made a lap through the critters quite quickly as they are all sleeping soundly in their beds-well except for the turkeys who seem to think roosting on the fence is a better idea than roosting in their shelter and let’s not forget Frankie.  Frankie the billy goat who thinks he’s a people. Seriously, he refuses to stay with the other goats (unless the girls are in heat) preferring the company of humans much to our dismay. He has learned he can head butt his way into almost anywhere but he still remains gentle towards us only seeking to be included in the family.  I do have to draw the line at the door though. He isn’t allowed inside the cabin but somehow seems to find his way in. Yesterday it was a bit windy and chilly so the door was not left open yet I looked up from kneading bread and who’s eyes did I meet? Yes, Frankie was standing there staring at me with a “what’s for supper mom?” Look on his face. Never a dull moment when there are goats around.

Dear hubby was quite busy yesterday with our trail of broke down wheelers-now he has two of them to somehow get home and while we wait for parts he is doing everything “old school” aka on foot. Our feed that was in the truck needed brought in so he decided the old sled would suffice and hiked to the truck-2 of the kids went along and what was to be quick trip (4 hours out and in again) turned into 8 with our last wheeler now sitting on the trail awaiting a rescue mission which has not yet been planned. I might also mention a friend in town needed to rehome her beautiful flock of chickens and of course dear hubby never batted an eye just loaded the crate onto the 250 pounds of feed he was already dragging into the farm and began his hike. Now here he finds himself with 2 kids, on foot traversing the snow, ice, mud, muck and various other obstacles that the trail has to offer-in the waning light of winter dragging a sled that is fully loaded. When they finally arrived home 2 hours after sunset it was a sight reminiscent of the early days of the gold miners traversing the terrain in winter headed to the Klondike to find their fortunes. If only I could of gotten a picture!

While Dear Hubby and 2 of the kids were gone I thought I was going to have a quiet day. HA! Goats being goats they managed to get their horns hooked into the tire chains we had hanging from the sawbuck. Now if it were just the goats involved they have learned that if you get stuck just stand still and beller at the top of your lungs then mom comes to the rescue (yes I’m mom to everyone and everything here). The jingling of the chains was just too enticing to the piglets we are growing out and they felt the need to become- involved. Now by involved I mean to say they managed to get the chains untangled from the goats-good thing? Wrong! They untangled the goats and one of them ended up with a set of chains wrapped around itself like body armor and instead of standing still decides running into the forest full speed is a much better idea. Now I am following a squealing pig dragging a clanking chain (almost like an old horror movie) and every time he snags on something that holds him back for a millisecond he squeals like the Devils got ahold of his tail. I finally catch him when he attempted to duck under a downed tree and became too entangled to run any farther. Untangling him and retrieving the chain I hike back to the yard with the icy chain over my shoulder only to discover the goats had managed to get into the hens laying house and have eaten the bedding in the nesting boxes. After placing the chains in their appropriate place albeit a bit higher than before I repeated the original task (bedding for the chickens) and headed back inside to check on my bread rising and for a much needed cup of coffee.

Bread in the oven, cup of coffee in hand I am just lowering my cold wet body onto a chair and as I touch the seat I hear what sounds like a 747 crashing outside-running to see what is going on I discover Frankie has liberated not one but 3 rabbits and has managed to get inside a rabbit hutch then hooked his horn from the inside on the wire and thrashed around until the hutch is lying on its side. Dang it Frankie!  Untangling that mess was quite like sorting out a ball of barbed wire. Getting him free I run back to check on bread, remove from oven and back outside to right the hutch which is now starting to freeze in the snow and make the needed repairs. Luckily the rabbits were ready to return home and sat at my feet waiting.

Ah, finally that cup of coffee-cold and yet was warmer than I do I gulped it down and looking at the time realized supper still needed made and it was 6 pm! 

At last all were home safe, critters fed and bedded down. My evening winding down and there is peace once again. Making my final checks at 11:30 I am comforted by the knowledge all are sleeping peacefully so I kiss each child on the forehead, start down the ladder, miss a rung fall into bed and decide I’ll just stay there-the fire doesn’t need stoked after all. Yes some nights you literally fall into bed.

Have a blessed day all and be thankful for your blessings~

Time stood still

Just for a few moments, time seemed to stand still. The twinkling stars of silver on a canvas of midnight blue, a masterpiece of its own but tonight there was more. The dancing haze of green arching upward then swooping down as gracefully as any bird in flight, yes for a few moments time stood still. I was mesmerized. It was if the haze were beckoning me to it. Reaching out and then quickly fleeting towards the heavens. Just a moment longer, one more swoop, swirl and spin of the entrancing light dance put on for only my eyes…..The night chill drove me indoors yet I couldn’t step away from the window as wave after wave of the haze grew brighter, more distinct and the dance seemed to be drawing me into its peaceful yet vibrant existence, if only for a few moments.

The Aurora was beautiful and it removed the word “chore” from my nightly task of critter checks. If it weren’t for them I’d have missed the show that words can never truly describe. The reality is-my moments were actually almost 90 minutes of 25 degrees but the chill of the night air only heightened the experience. 

The past several days have been daunting. Frought with ups and downs, highs and lows. Breakdowns of crucial pieces of equipment, worries piled upon worries yet tonight I was renewed. Tonight the solace was found in twinkling stars and swirling ions of light. Tonight I remembered why I can and will press on changing the lows to lessons and the highs to memories I can reflect on in the future.

I have always known I wanted to share this life we live with others-all of you reading this and following along our daily journey but tonight I finally found the answer as to why. The peace I feel deep inside is indescribable. I have longed for and searched out this peace my entire life and now that I found it I only wish I could bottle it up and send it to the far corners of the world so others can feel it too.

Even as I sit here listening to Frankie the Billy goat who has once again found his way not only into the yard but onto the deck AND is knocking on the door (yes seriously a goat knocking on the door at 2 a.m.) I should be annoyed with him but I feel peace. 

The snow fall we recieved has made the simple task of walking through the yard treacherous as it is still wet and mushy underneath. I found myself stuck yesterday while making my rounds and had to be rescued by dear hubby and son. I stepped in a spot and sunk to the tops on my knee high boots! It was like quick sand-really Quick quicksand! They made their way to me and pulled me out but not before chuckling at my predicament. 

I mentioned break downs and didn’t elaborate but it suffices to say that 2 of the wheelers are out of commission for awhile and the other things will just be put on the back burner until finances improve. I have more pressing things to do in the coming days such as getting birds dressed and ready for freezer camp. One more torrential downpour could devastate the remaining birds and that isn’t acceptable to the bottom line. 

This strange weather pattern were in seems to be affecting people all over the world. I keep reminding myself that it isn’t just us, there’s really NOT a dark cloud hovering over us but some days it does seem so. If it weren’t for my faith I would probably be depressed at what is happening but I know God is just preparing my family for greater things and he has given us the ability to continue on-yes we can and will persevere and brighter days are on the horizon.

Last Sunday as we faced getting buried coming in with supplies and the breakdowns began piling up I was faced with the reality that my darling Cati has developed her mothers twisted sense of humor. Walking in the dark in the wind a chill of night she stops and says “MOM”! Thinking a bear or other creature has appeared I immediately get my guard up and she then proceeds to tell me-“chill mom, I just wanted to tell you that at least we didn’t hear the hyenas this time” For those of you who haven’t read the story there was an incident when we got stuck in the mud and ice. The tires turning sounded much like hyenas yapping and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why there would be hyenas laughing at my plight! Yes my dear Cati is my mini me!

Well I’ve taken up enough of your time for today so I will leave you with a few pics of my family and our lives. The kids have grown so much in the last year and a half I’m simply amazed. I will ask that if you have the means to, please consider purchasing one of our tshirts or hoodies you can find them hereTwo Moose Farm shirts . Your support is appreciated greatly.

Have a blessed day all!

   
    
    
 

Coffee by lamplight

Good morning all, it’s a glorious day here on Two Moose Farm! 

 I returned from my critter checks to a warm toasty cabin, coffee done and lit the lamp for my “pondering time”. I just love this time of day-4 a.m. Is such a quiet time with everyone sleeping it gives me time to reflect on everything from the weather to when the next critter will birth. My thoughts today though are about my children’s excitement as we venture into town so they can take part in the Halloween activities. There won’t be much going on in our small town tonight but in their young minds it’s exciting, the thought of dressing up and being someone else for a few moments in time and of course the treats. Some question how a Christian family can celebrate a pagan holiday-we don’t look at it as such. It’s simply a day when you can let your imagination run rampant and get treats for the effort. 

The weather has turned cooler and being the cold weather lover I am I can freely admit I am a bit giddy. We had a bit of snow last night before the clouds parted and the stars began to twinkle against the night sky. It’s now 26 degrees out and perfectly still. I’m praying that the weatherman is wrong and we don’t warm up again as a freeze is welcome as  I grow tired of the mud and rain. 

 My family will soon awaken to the aroma of freshly baked caramel rolls and as the children try to focus on getting chores done and ready for our venture into town I must keep reminding myself that the days are numbered for them to enjoy their youth and I must have patience. 

As I sit here waiting for my dough to rise I find myself day dreaming. Laughing out loud I wonder if somewhere in this big world we live in if there is another middle aged woman sitting by lamplight, waiting for her dough to rise and dreaming of someday having a milk cow. We have goats for milk but I long for the day when I can once again have fresh cream from cows milk. Silly I know dreaming of such things. 

 Well I must get busy as the day will be long but I pray you are all blessed with good health, a warm home and happiness. I’ll post more later on our adventure to town.

A moment in time

  This is a bit off track but I feel the need to share this. 

Time is something there is never enough of. Even being away from city life it seems time flies by and is always in short supply. It’s 3 a.m. And once again sleep eludes me. I made a lap around the critter pens, looked at a few stars, watched the light of the moon dance on a few stray clouds…..and I cried. 

I cried for all the moments lost, all the time spent on anger, time that cannot be replaced. I cried for the daughter who will never hear her momma tell her she loves her, the granddaughter who will grow up without her grandma and I cried for myself who lost a friend today….on her birthday……the last one on this earthly plane.

Birth and death are but two moments in time what is in between is what we call life.

Make life count-no one will remember that you had a bad hair day-but they will remember your joy and laughter.

Thanks all for listening to my ramblings. May God bless each of you with a reason to laugh today-he has blessed mine with a memory of a friend I fought with, argued with, annoyed and got annoyed by yet through it all we shared love and laughter. I will see you in heaven someday my friend. 

The Runaways

Today was a hectic day for sure. Taking advantage of the beautiful sunny day I decided to deep clean some pens-starting with the meat chickens. Due to the mud and water all of the young critters have been confined to close quarters to prevent any more drownings. Yes, the water has gotten that bad. Closed in animals equals lots of shoveling. Just as I had completed the meat chicken pen cleaning (and wrangled all the little escapees) my phone rang. Dear hubby was calling from the trail where he and the kids were working to drain some of the standing water (some spots were over 3 foot deep),placing logs over areas that had turned to soup and replaced logs that had completely washed away. Back to the reason for his call-it went something like this: Your pigs are almost to the swamp (our description of where the timber ends) call them home. Click. Hmmm, someone was clearly upset. I went out to the trees and began hollering and calling….nothing. Not a squeal or grunt to be heard. By the way have you ever noticed how “Ours” becomes “Yours” when children or critters are being difficult? Still no answer or site of the wandering pigs I call dear hubby back and he tells me they are heading back-apparently it isn’t a good thing when you fight to place a log in deep mud and a pig roots it out while your retrieving another log. Thinking the pigs have gotten sidetracked by some tasty morsel-or more likely taking a nap I am diverted to another call for help. I can hear a goat screaming like it’s been caught by the devil himself so off I head in the direction of the distress call. Two hours of hiking through willows, over and under fallen trees and through tall grass hiding said fallen trees I locate the screamer. Next to the creek, completely fine except she had gotten separated from the herd. Really?  That is all I could think of at the moment to say to her. Now all her screaming was like calling every predator in the country out and I reach down to get some reassurance that I will be okay and guess what I did not have on my belt. Yep! In my haste I forgot to get my pistol. I had purposely left it in the cabin while cleaning the pens because this acidic slop is no good on gun metal. So I find myself in the middle of the banquet table and not a weapon on me. Thank heavens the Bears, wolves and coyotes were taking the time to enjoy the sunshine and not hunting idiots or I would have been dinner and the screaming goat dessert. Of course Doris the screaming goat got a severe reprimand and my yelling had caused the rest of the herd to come to investigate.

Hiking back to the cabin to resume my pen cleaning (nine goats following) I came upon a nice patch of cranberries. Of course I didn’t have a thing to put them in but there were so many! I couldn’t leave them just sitting there so I filled my shirt front and once again headed for home. Now for normal people this would have been a great reward for the effort of saving a little lost goat-NORMAL being the key word. Well if your as graceful as I am this is just one more of those incidents better left in the woods but of course I have to share it. Now mind you I already said it was a beautiful sunny day and I was outside working. That means I was wearing a tshirt-an almost white tshirt. When you couple an almost white tshirt full of extremely juicy red cranberries with a woman who has two left feet it’s pretty much a disaster waiting to happen. Yes, you guessed it-I tripped over an unseen log and try as I might not to lose the berries or break any crucial bones I land arm protecting berries mind you, on a soft but very large moss hump. It looked like I had been eviserated. Dripping red down one arm and all over the front of me my berries were now cranberry sauce and had anyone come up on such a site they would have thought I’d escaped being mauled. No harm no foul I continued onward to home, threw the “bloody” shirt in the burn barrel and only after I lit the trash did I think “wow that would of been a cool costume for one of the kids for Halloween”!

By now it is after 3 and I’m still not finished with my chores for the morning. I finished what I could of the pens, fed the ever starving meat birds again and was just getting the stove going again to heat up a cup of coffee when I look at the clock and see its 5:30. Wow where did my day go? More importantly where is my family?  They had run into town to check the mail since they were already out by the truck and I got yet another phone call. This time it was one of the kids asking if the pigs had come home. Well, no……. 2 minutes later the phone rings again and I hear-found your pigs they are at the truck. Apparently they were wanting to go to town!

By the time dear hubby, the 3 kids and 2 wandering pigs pulled into the yard it was right at dark. Time for the evening chores to hurriedly get done and then back to the cabin where my cold cup of coffee sat there right where I had forgotten it. Supper wasn’t on the table until after 9 and it was a thrown together pot of chicken and dumplings from a jar of my home canned chicken.

As I write this it’s 2 a.m. and I have just made the rounds checking critters who are all sleeping snug and dry in their pens. 

It’s a crazy, hectic and sometimes frustrating life here on Two Moose farm but as I climb the ladder to kiss each forehead of my sleeping children I thank God for his blessings he has bestowed upon our family. Now time for a quick nap before I have to start another day. 

    
 

Hoodies and T-shirts

Hi folks, due to popular demand I brought back these shirts for sale. We don’t make but a couple bucks per shirt BUT every little bit helps. Keeping the farm going and all the other things we do costs money and by doing this fundraiser we can afford to pay website fees and domain names. Thanks for your support

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