Auctions and leaves

Oh, the prices were high last night.  I couldn’t believe some of the sorry animals that went through that ring went for as high as they did.  I was hoping to score a goat or sheep to bring home to butcher for the dogs and cats, but they were going for close to $2/pound live weight.  I think the prices were higher because Easter is around the corner. I told Wally we should have brought our entire flock and sold them so we could go on a cruise with the money.

Ha! Ha!

Our goal is to sell whatever we need to sell out of the house so our animals do not end up in that Hell hole of a sale barn and believe me, it is a Hell hole.  I have never seen such disregard for animal life as I see there and it upsets me quite a bit.  This is only my second time going and it is likely I’ll never go again.

You may recall that I went to look at chickens.  I looked.  Most were roosters.  If Wally and I had perfected our rooster killing technique I might have been willing to stick around to see what the roosters went for, but it got late and my allergies were getting to me so we ended up heading out around 9:30.

On the way to pick up the sheep we were delivering to the sale I saw six large bags of leaves on the curb.  Leaves! Compost! Mulching material!  Yea!  I tried to convince Wally to swing back by there before the auction to pick up the leaves before someone else took them, but I was not successful.  Luckily they were still there when we headed home and luckier still that Wally has a full-size truck because we just barely got them all on the truck. We struck gold!

My garden is what is called a no-till garden.  I never till it; I just add more mulch material to it to build it up.  The mulch keeps in moisture and builds very rich soil.

When Wally got out of work yesterday afternoon I called him and told him I bought him some pets.  You may recall not too long ago I traded Mr. Red, a long-haired red cat for two short-haired black cats.  Wally still teases me about my two-for-one deal.  He thinks I got stiffed, but I think I got a bargain, I traded one cat for two, isn’t that a bargain?  Anyway, I’m sure Wally was expecting to come home to find more cats.  Instead I lead him down to the compost pile and lifted the metal container I placed over it and showed him a big old mass of writhing Red Wiggler Worms.  Red Wiggler Worms are composters extraordinaire.  I bought two pounds of them a few days ago and they arrived yesterday. I am sure they are happily dining away on the compost that has been piling up.

Fern saved the day this morning.  Gel was being less than effective at bringing the sheep down this morning and I didn’t have time to fool around with him.  So I calmly put his butt up in his run and brought out Fern.  She was a bit over her head especially since Gel had got the chocolate ewe riled up and she charged Fern a few times.  I finally went and caught her lamb and carried it into the ElectroNet and Fern was able to get the rest of the sheep up.  Later on when I called Wally to let him know I got everyone up, he told me, and I agree, that I need to focus on getting Fern and hopefully Cian and Kessie trained up enough that they can do the job in a pinch.  Who knows what was wrong with Gel this morning, but he’s staying up for the rest of the day.  I’ll use Fern and Kessie to bring the sheep up tonight.

Gel and I do have a very good relationship and 95 percent of the time he does all I need him to do, but there’s probably always going to be that 5 percent of the time that he’s going to bomb out on me.  Early on in our training career, I let Gel quit on me and, like with Kessie, I was too hard on him sometimes.  Luckily, dogs are very forgiving.  I wish humans were as forgiving.

Until later …