April showers bring May flowers. What do May flowers bring? Pilgrims! Sorry. That's an old joke I was told in school. Around here April showers bring May showers that bring water-logged hay fields that have 3 foot tall grasses that can't be made into hay. So...now what? Let the goats eat the grasses! The goats bawl & complain to go out to the pastures. It doesn't matter that they just got grain & hay. They NEED that green herbage. Goats are by nature browsers. They love bushe
The daylight is growing shorter. The air is getting colder. Snow flurries herald the winter solstice. Firewood is being chopped, stacked & burnt. The farm had an odorous, musky scent. Sounds of blubbering & bawling were heard constantly day & night. Less & less milk daily. What does this all mean? Things are winding down here at The Two Nickels Farm. We are done with breeding season, I think. We managed to get 12 does bred to 5 different bucks. We are expecting kids the end o
The end of January doesn't conjure up idlylic scenes of farming. There is no hoeing weeds in the garden. No making hay. No little baby chicks peeping. No milking. No sweating in the warm golden sun that seems like it lasts all day. No watching captivating sunsets to the chorus of crickets. There is none of that happening right now on the farm. Right now the chores consist of hauling water from the kitchen because the outside water spigots are turned off so they don't freeze.