Notes from around the farm.

We have a new Boer billy. He and our older billy are not
co-existing very well. You might say they are butting heads.
(Pun intended) Older billy is headed to the goat auction
next week, but it will be fun watching them go at it during
the meantime.

We are going to adopt a half dozen old hens this weekend.
It's been a year or so since the fox, coyote, coon, possum,
whatever ate the final hen from our last batch. We are just
pushovers to friends who ask if we can take in their fowls
when they no longer can house them. I guess Tyler will have
to start setting the trap again for unwanted night raiders.

Our grand-kitty is missing. Our oldest son has a cat that we
babysit when he is at work. Now get this, Kent would never
let us keep an animal in the house (except for goats on IV's,
chicks just hatched, and other special circumstances)...oh, but
grand-kitty can come in and sleep on the beds and practically
do whatever she wants. What does this bode for our future
grandchildren. Do you think he will spoil them at all?

The hay is ready to bale. Our problem is that the equipment
is so old it barely makes it around the field one time before
needing to be repaired. Luckily (though I don't believe in
luck), Papa thinks driving hay equipment and repairing it is
"The Life", so we just wait 'till he gets it all done, and then
the boys and Kent hit the field to load hay bales and bring
them to store in the barn. Then they hit the creek and cool
off. It's tradition. The city cousins love haying time, but they
are all growing up and have a hard time getting here for it
these days.