The Mondays, they keep coming

I remember writing on a Monday about feeling weird about not having to go to work.  I don’t feel weird now.  It’s just back to the grind.  As Wally and I keep saying to each other, “it is what it is.”  We need to just deal with it, for now.  This morning, I found a job on the North Carolina Unemployment site that might be interesting so I wrote to inquire about it.  It’s scary to think about starting a new job, as much as I dislike the one I’m in, it does offer some security, I guess.  Heck, I might get fired today.  I suppose nothing is really secure.

The next few days are going to be extremely hot.  Lovely.  Luckily it’s only going to be a few days.  Tuesday is supposed to be up close to 100 degrees.  Oh well.  It is July.

Yesterday afternoon, we bought a buck rabbit and I bred (well the buck bred) one of the does.  For years (and years and years) I butchered rabbits for the cats and dogs.  I’d be willing to bet I’ve butchered hundreds of pounds of rabbits over the years.  It doesn’t bother me.  Our cat and dog rabbit supply dried up over a year ago now and I haven’t been able to replace it.  That was a sad day.  Now the cats and dogs are stuck with store-bought chicken and turkey as well as meat from the animals that we raise here and in the winter, lots of venison.  The rabbits we have right now are not really meat rabbits, but they are an experiment.  I’m searching for heritage breeds of meat rabbits and hopefully I’ll find some.  I warned Wally that he might be making more rabbit cages down the road.  I have yet to get to the point of butchering an animal that I eat myself.  Hopefully I’ll be able to do that with rabbits.  I’ve never eaten rabbit before so I guess this is not the best way to go about things, but I expect I’ll like it.  I like eating meat from the animals we raise.

Speaking of meat: I haven’t said much about Gwen (the Jersey cow).  She’s down in the pasture and she’s no longer lactating.  The plan now is to leave her down there with a young bull calf (he’ll be old enough to breed in a few months) until next spring and hope that he’ll be able to get her bred.  We’ll have her pregnancy checked in the spring and if she’s not bred, then she’ll go to the processor and we’ll hold on to the bull until the fall.  If she is bred, we’ll send the bull to the processor.  Spot, a Jersey steer we raised on goat milk will go to the processor late summer, early fall.  Looking forward to the meat!

Best get out and get the milking done.  I’ve already been out doing some chores including hanging out a load of laundry, but I haven’t milked  yet.  This evening is going to be rough for milking.  I told Wally that we might have to bring the goats into the house and milk them tonight and tomorrow night.  While this summer has been hot, it’s been nothing like last summer, which is a very good thing.

Until later …