I need to get out and milk and care for the four-legged animals. I’m doing everything but. The air is so heavy and oppressive that it’s hard to do much of anything right now. Mica woke me up several times last night. I took him out once to pee, but he didn’t have to go. He was just being fussy.
I’m farm sitting through Wednesday so when I finish with my animals, I have to head out to take care of those critters. Then I need to drive to CVS and get some allergy medicine. That’s probably why I feel so crappy, my allergies are bad. My head feels like it’s going to explode.
There is so much I want to get done today, like working in the garden, setting up Gwen’s grazing paddock, packing in the holes around the wooden posts that Wally dug Saturday afternoon (this is really high priority), cleaning the house (way low priority), figuring out what to make for supper (pretty high priority), etc., etc.
Last night I cooked what could have been an excellent cold-weather meal. While we were eating it, I thought to myself, why am I cooking like this when it’s 90 degrees out. Stupid, stupid, stupid use of artificial cooling. If we did not have the A/C on, I surely wouldn’t have cooked or eaten this meal. Yuck. All the fresh ingredients that are available and I’m cooking out of the freezer and can jar (my canned tomatoes). I guess because of my exploding head, I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Yesterday, we brought home eight live rabbits: six does and two bucks. We put them in a spare dog run and I’m going to see if I can’t raise some babies off them. Not that I need more animals to take care of, but I’d like the on-farm rabbit manure.
Part of the thought process behind getting the pigs was to have them turn the compost pile. Well, turn it they did, too much in fact. The huge pile of manure, sawdust and straw is now flattened. So much for that idea. When the pigs are gone, I’ll sow some sort of cover crop in their pen and when it’s grown in, let the goats and cows eat it. I think I’ve finally convinced Wally of the necessities of raising pigs, but using them as “pigerators” (Joel Salatin’s term for using pigs to turn bedding used by his cattle over the winter into compost) may not work on our farm, but who knows, maybe once the pigs are gone and I’m able to get in there and inspect their work, I may be pleasantly supply. Another task: get more manure and bedding material in the pig pen for them to turn. The season is far from over and the pigs are not getting out so we may be able to hold on to them into the fall when it comes time to compost vegetable plants from the garden we can add that to the mixture.
The pigs are getting several gallons of whey on a daily basis. I soak oats and barley in the whey for at least 12 hours which makes the grains easier for the pigs to digest. They are also getting lots of fresh vegetables, both whole and scraps. Several friends are saving kitchen scraps for the pigs. They will be well compensate for their efforts with sausage in the fall. I’ll throw some empty five gallon buckets in my truck when I head out to take care of the outside animals and will stop at the tomato field on the way home and get a few buckets full of cull tomatoes for them.
I guess I’ve procrastinated long enough. Time to get my butt in gear.