Farm wives don’t quite have the days that other moms do. Farm Life makes things a little more adventuresome. Some times God finds a way to wear you out before your children have even popped out of bed…
The last couple of weeks have been a farm life frenzy. Cows, a bull, horses, and chickens, along with our pets and a couple of baby bunnies.
Farm Life About took My Nose Off
Two weeks ago:
It all started when I got up to go check on our pregnant mare Stormy, due to foal any day. I walked out of the house, had just walked around my van when a huge black cow comes flying by. I don’t mean meandering, I mean a dead run, because Aunt Bea (our dog) is right on her tail. Aunt Bea does this when the cows get out, because the yard is her area, not theirs. After I peeled my nose off the cow’s side and gathered my wits enough to look around, I noticed eight cows in the yard. I called my hubby who was still in the house and let him know about the cows. They aren’t our cows, but, we don’t really want them running around the yard, especially where our children play. As we got to checking the situation out a little closer, we quickly realized there were actually around 25 head running amuck. It took about an hour to get them all rounded up and back where they go.
Farm Life found a baby bunny
As we were finishing up and hauling hay to the horses, I looked down and found two baby bunnies (no hair yet), they were alive, but they were not in a nest. I sent them in with one of my girls to get warmed up. Later that day we found two more not far from where I had picked them up already dead. One died that night, and the other lasted four days. I suspect as the cows were running through the yard, they scattered them.
Horsing Around with Farm Life
Last Sunday, we decided to let our kiddos ride our older horse (not the pregnant one). Well, she decided to prove to us that she isn’t old, umm, I think 24 for a horse is pretty old. lol She tried to take off with our ten year old, so The Hot Guy (aka Brad, my husband) jumped on her, and she tried to buck with him, so I got on and just road her down until she quit trying to buck. I was able to walk the next morning, and it has been nearly two years since I last road, and it has been nearly 20 years since I had to ride the buck out.
It takes a bit to remember that when you are training, your horsemanship skills fly off the horse with that first buck. Your goal becomes, sticking with the horse, to help the horse know that won’t get them out of their “job”. And so, as much as I hate it, my toes are down here, as I am nudging her back into movement after bucking a whole circle with me. lol
Monday, we had an orthopedist appoint for our thirteen year old, Philip who broke his wrist nearly three weeks ago at a youth group skating party. When we got home, I rode Dee, the old horse again, and had to again ride the buck out. I haven’t ridden since, as I umm, needed to umm, rest up and let my legs stop hurting. lol
Bucket Calf
We also, still have a bucket calf we are feeding. This is Rosie and Hannah. Rosie is not as calm as Scooter was, and is quite um, spunky. Scooter was put together with a mama cow who lost her calf and is doing AWESOME!!
Hannah LOVES to help with Rosie. 
We had doctor appointments every day this past week. Noah has a sinus infection, Heidi had a second opinion on her vision (which is a whole other post), and then Isaiah got strep, and Hannah had an appointment for her legs.
Friday, before we took off to Hannah’s appointment, we had a special deliver, which I will post about soon… Hint, it has to do with the beginning of this post!
With all these appointments and happenings on the farm, my posting may become a bit sparse, but I plan to be posting some more farm pictures. We should have lots of baby pictures coming soon…
Farm life is never boring and constantly changing. Do you live on a farm? How does your farm life compare to ours?
mother, christian, wife, woman, child of God. It is about my life as a farmer’s wife, as a cook, a baker, a nurse, a teacher, a woodworker, a housekeeper, a farmer (yep, I drive tractors, pick up hay bales, and other farm duties), a gardener. So, what you read here, is me, as a transparent sometimes hot headed, passionate, and opinionated person.
I grew up on a family owned/operated dairy farm. My brother is the 6th generation to farm it! My husband and I live on 1 acre, but dream of the day when we can buy a small acreage and supplement our income w/farming so he can get an easier, less stressful job. So fun to read this and reminisce. I just wish my folks had homeschooled me so I would have had more fun on the farm as a child.