Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Frum Tor

Heyo Bad Man.  Tor heer.

'Smee, Tor!
Iy borroed Bad Laydee's cumpyooter compootur   majik bocks to rite yoo a nowt.

Bad Laydee says dat Fryday is a big day for us threee.  Shee says its the day dat Iy has to go outsied.

Wy Bad Man, wy?

Dis my wy face
Shee also says dat its the day dat Dicksee gowes to hur new home.  That ok wif mee, Bad Man.  Shee bited mye tayles too much.

OUCH!!
And shee aslo attakd atakked jumped on mee wif meny bites.


OOF!

UGH!

OOCH!!
Iy not liek hur so much for dat.

And it o.k. if you takes Mylow to outsied.  Hee looks nise,


but hees rellee vishus visheus rellee meen.  Seee?


But mee?  Iys not liek dat.  Iys a guud boy.  Shur Iy doos plaey wif my bruddur and sistur,









But dey mayked me doo it.  Iy not liek it so much. 

Yoo nowe wut I liek?  Sleeeping.  I liek sleeeping, and den yoo not nowe Iym eeven arownd.



Iy eeven sleeep wif peeples aslo.


And Iy not cumplane comeplayn say anyting wen dat litteler gurl raps mee up.


Seee mee sleeping?  Iy so inosent innoesent nise.


And Iy still neeed mye mama aslo.

Bad Laydee says we gots a bond, Bad Man.  Mebee its caus Iy sits wif hur wen she yooses the majik bocks.

Reelee Iy jus lookin owt the windoe

Mebee its caus Iy clime up hur pantses to saye heyo evury day.

Iy dunno.

But Iy promis promice swere Iy will not clime the screeen no mores, if yoo lets mee staey in.
Ooooopsee!

Iys comin bak doewn
O.K., Bad Man?  Mebee Iy eeven calls yoo Good Man frum noew on.
Ugh!  Dis camra is to clos to mye face!

.....But prolly not.
Dats beddur.  'S hard to taek piktchurs of meeself

Dats all Iy has to saey, Bad Man.  'Cept Iy luv yoo.

Dis is aslo mye Iy luv yoo face
Frum,  Luv
Tor

Monday, June 4, 2012

Who Knew? Plants Have Ears!

Who knew?  When I finished planting and exhorted all the little plantlets and seeds to grow, who knew they would actually listen?

They did!  Go figure.  Instead of a dirt patch, I now have:


Beans!!!   Beany beany beans!!!

 Lots of them! 


And weeds!!!  Weedy weedy weeds!

Crap, no, that's not good.  Possibly there's a frequency I can speak in that weeds won't hear?  I'll work on that and get back to you.

And strawberries!
Red and ripey!

Once again, my Ozark Beauty strawberries are kicking every other strawberry's butt in production.  Yeay! 
Is there a trick to this?  Yes, there are two.

1.  Just for the first year, pinch off all the flower buds.  Let them grow and get all happy in their dirt before they think about reproducing.  Don't let them flower, so they don't berry.  Yes, it's hard to wait, but we're homesteaders, and nothing we do is fast.  I think we can be patient.

2.  Cut off the runners.  This has been circling the web lately as a "new" idea, and that cracks me up.  It's like a duh.  Think logically for a minute: if your goal was to produce another like yourself, and you did that with a runner, then heck, you're done and you don't have to try as hard to spread your seeds (as in with a berry), because that's just gravy.  But, if your little clones are now gone, you need to work harder on berry production, so those seeds at least have a chance to take your genetic material into the future.  So you get more berries.

But what do you do with the runners?  I guess you could toss them, but since I'm not made of money, I don't.  I clip their little runner stem close to their little rootlets, dip their little butts in some rooting hormone, and plant them in a pot with some nice dirt in it.  Then I water them really well, and wait.  And eventually, their roots will grow and they will be a big plant all by themselves, and you can add them back into your garden with their parents and have more berries.  But not that first year, since you plucked all the flower buds off, right?  Right.



This does work, and I would say go ahead and try it, but be aware for the first few days after you've put those little babies in the pot they will look like CRAP, and you'll think you've killed them.  But be patient, they need time.

And maybe sing them a little song or something, to let them know you love them.

Not that I would do that......

'Cause that'd just be weird, right?

Er....right?

....

(clearing throat) Anywho....it seems the corn listened as well, because little corns are popping up too!

Yeay, little corns!

And little zinnias!



But look who didn't listen?  The big dirt patch full of field corn!


Stupid big dirt patch. 

Maybe in a few more days. 

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Sunday, June 3, 2012

Big Girl Bells

I think you know by now I love my goat girls.  Way too much, in fact, if there is such a thing.  And yeah, they are a little spoiled because of it.  I spend too much time kissing their goaty faces and skritching their goaty backs and letting them attempt to sit in my lap.  But I can't help it.  In fact, I think they're just great, and I love to spoil them.  One way I do that is by giving them beautiful jewelry.  You know, a tiara here, a bracelet there, a hoof ring, that sort of thing.

Nah, just kidding. 

They have collars.  The couple of times that I brought them to the vet, I did get ribbed.  I was told they were "so fancy" with their collars on.  I guess people don't collar their goats around here.  But I do.  For one, they look snazzy.  For another, they have bells on them, so I can hear where my girls are.  It's a little piece of mind, knowing I can listen for the tinkle of their bells and know they're in their pen and ok.

Up until now, Lilly and Min have been wearing a small bell, meant for little kids.  But now they are officially 4 months old, and not so little, so it was time to switch them over to their big girl bells.  The little bells were starting to look ridiculous, and you know that's never going to fly!

On the left, the little girl bell.  On the right, the mega-bell!
First I had to get them naked.
Hey maaa!  Why you taked my collar??

Maaaa!!!  Lookit!!  I'm naked!!
That was difficult enough, because they don't stay still.  But then I had to get the collars back on, which was something.  Forget trying to take a picture.

"Min!  Stay still!  I want to take your picture with your new collar!"
How about like this maaaa???
 "No, not like that, Min.  Try again."

How about like this maaaa??? 
"Well, I did get your collar, but I didn't get your face.  Try again?"

Here's my face, maaaa.  Good??
 "It's good, Min.  What about a glamour shot?"

Here maaaa.  How's this?  This is such hard work.

Dulcinea has never worn a collar, and anytime I have put one on her, she's fought me.  But she's officially 8 weeks old, and it's time to be broken to it.

Oh, and yes, she's feeling much better.  I waited the week to see if she was really better, but I can (I hope) safely say now that she is better.  Interestingly, since coming back from the vet, she has put on weight and grown quite a bit.  It could just be coincidence, but it seems to coincide with the Bo-Se shot she got.  I'm wondering if a Selenium deficiency had something to do with how slight she always has been.  Her mama was not small or slender, and Dulci always was.  I'm wondering if the shot somehow kicked her metabolism into gear and now she can pack on the weight she should have had.  And I'm wondering if I should give my other girls Bo-Se as well, since I know they never got one.  It's a question I am going to pose to the vet this week, when I give them an update.



"Ok, Dulci, it's time to put on a collar."

No maaa, no.  No wanna collar.
 "Yes Dulci, you're a big girl now, and it's time.  Here you go."

Maaa!!!   Maaa!  I think I'm being ATTACKED!!

There's something on my neck, Maaaa!!!
 "Yes, that would be your collar."

Maaa!!!  I don' like it.  Gettitoff!  
"Nope, that's it.  You have to wear a collar now".
Ugh, she's SUCH a baby!
 "I know, Lil."
Maaaa!  Maaa!  Lookit!  I's ok with it now!

See mee? 

Wan' me to get closer?  See mee now, maaaa???
"I see you, Dulci.  Good girl."

Wait maa, wait!  Lookit!  Glamour shot!  See maa?  See???
"I see you.  Let's go into your house ok?  Let's give a tour."


Ok maaa.  This is my water bucket and my window.

"Your water bucket and your window?"


Ok, everyone's, maaaa.  Sheesh.   And this is the other window.

And this is Lilly and Minerva's hay rack.  They don't let me eat from it.  They're mean!!!

And this is my hayrack.  All mine.  But I have to share with a stupid chicken.  She putses eggs in my hay.  Stupid chicken!
And these is the food bowls.  When we eat, I has to play bowl roulette, because when I find good stuff in my bowl, Lilly butts me out and I have to switch bowls to her bowl.  Then Minerva butts me out and I have to switch again!  It makes me so tireds!
"Hmmmm...so true."

Yeah, the food thing is not working for us.  There is way too much bowl switcheroo.  If anyone has a solution to this issue, I'm all ears.  I have some ideas, but I'd love to know if anyone has had this problem and tackled it.  It's been a real pain in the neck, as I don't want to stand there the whole time they're eating just to be sure Dulci gets her fair share. 

"On my way out girls, let's get a group shot."
Ok maaa!!!  Cheeeeez!
 "Lilly!  You weren't looking at the camera!  Scootch in!"

How's this maaa?  How's this?  Am I scootched enough???  Am I??
 "Get off of Min's head, please.  Everyone now.  Cheese!"

Chmmmmmmffzzz!  Slurp slurp chomp!
Amateurs.
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