Hildegarde, Morisot and Widget


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Here are some pictures of our new goat Hildegarde, our mama goat Widget and her kid Morisot:

And there you have it.  Our three goats, Widget, Morisot and Hildegarde.


August 21st Eclipse


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By the 17th, all the towns within an hour of our house had sold out of the eclipse glasses.  We thought we might have to figure out how to make our own, but my mom found out that my grandmother’s library was having a program on the eclipse and would be giving out the glasses afterward.  On her suggestion, my grandmother took my cousins to the program and managed to get an extra pair of glasses for us.

We had my family plus four friends all sharing the glasses and it worked great.  The friends also brought a pin-hole camera that they had made and some binoculars to project the eclipse on paper.

The morning of the eclipse day, the sun was unbearably hot and it was in the mid eighties.  By 1:45pm, there was a cool breeze and we stayed in the sun, with its intensity lessened by the eclipse, the entire time we viewed the eclipse and were perfectly comfortable.

We just got a new goat who loves people.  She and our cow (also a people lover) stayed quiet and inside even when we sat right outside their paddock.  They didn’t come out until after the peak of the moon’s coverage of the sun.

Mid-Summer on the Farm


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We have finally finagled a way for us to go on vacation for a few days this year.  It took weeks to figure out how we could do it, since we have to cater to the needs of all our animals.

Meg, our milk cow, will be going away for breeding in a few days, which means that we have to dry her up.  It’s a very sad process, because we love her milk and we won’t get any more until next June.  We milked her Monday evening and will be doing it on Thursday morning or evening, depending on how full her udder is.  She is doing fine with not being milked, as long as we feed her copious amounts of hay.  Cows love eating.

We are separating Morisot, the baby goat, from her mother, Widget, at night and then we milk Widge in the morning and let Morisot out.  Widget is giving about three cups a day, which is pretty good for a Nigerian Dwarf goat with a baby.

Morisot’s horns are getting to be about an inch long and she enjoys butting people’s arms and legs with them.  We keep telling her no, because when her horns are five inches long, that will not be very pleasant, as you can imagine.

The sweet little bantams that I’ve been raising for my friend are going back to her soon.  They are very friendly and amusing to have around and I’m considering asking her if I can give her $20 for them, but we really don’t have anywhere to put them and our big rooster has taken a disliking to pipsqueak upstarts in his job field.

Marvin, the head bantam rooster, had a standoff with one of the big hens the other day, which was hilarious.  She is one of our largest hens, at about 10 times his size.  Marvin put his wing down and did his mating dance around her. Deciding that she would not take sass from a little pint sized rooster, she put HER wing down and did the rooster’s dance around him.  Needless to say, he strutted off to go woo his brothers.

A few days ago, I tore out our peas, since it’s getting too hot for them and they had powdery mildew for some reason, and last night I took out the pea poles.  It was very satisfying.  Then I pulled all the weeds (well, not ALL the weeds, there are always more), cut the roots off and put them in a big bucket for Meg.  We do that with most of our weeds, because the animals love them.  We call them salads.

Actually, it’s a circle.  We take the cow manure and put it on the garden.  Then the weed seeds in the manure sprout and we pull them and give them to the animals, who in turn give us more manure for the garden.

The chickens really love the cow and goat manure as well.  Whenever the cow sticks her tail out in preparation to poop, the chickens come running and look up (“manna from heaven” as my mom said) and immediately start to scratch it up, looking for bits of grain and seeds.  The goat poop, which is little “nanny berries,” is like a little gift.  The chickens follow the goats around just waiting for it and then break each one open to see if there’s some tasty something inside.

Another really hilarious thing happened, which was this:  I had an old piece of roast beef in a container that I took out to give to the chickens.  I gave it to them and a chicken picked it up and carried it away with a horde of other chickens running along behind, trying to intercept it.  Then I saw that one hen, Clio had a hold of another something and there was a chicken screaming and I saw Thia, who has a very floppy comb, had fallen down on the ground.  I finally realized that Thia was the one screaming and the nice piece of meat that Clio had, was in fact, Thia’s comb.  Clio didn’t see the actual bit of meat and instead thought “I want that bright red juicy piece” and clamped her beak onto the prize and refused to let go of it (and apparently realize) that it was her sister’s comb!  I felt really bad for Thia, whose comb must have hurt a lot.

While on the subject of funny animal stories, I’ll tell you this one that got a group of adult friends that I was giving a tour of the farm to, laughing like crazy:

Our dog is deathly afraid of goats.  She will walk out the back door; see the goats and then back herself into the breezeway again.

Our goat, Molly, has head-butted her numerous times, so she thinks the whole caprine species is out to get her.  My dad decided to take her out into the back yard to introduce her to Widget and Morisot, because they are really sweet and there’s no reason for a 60 pound dog to be afraid of a Nigerian Dwarf goat and her tiny baby.

So he drags the dog out and shows her to Morisot and Widget.  The dog cowers and flinches away from them thinking “something is going to happen.  They are going to hurt me.”  Finally, she is like “please let me go back.  I want to be done with this” so she turns around and begins to slink back towards the house.  Then…WHAM!  Widget head-butts her retreating back-end and our dog puts her tail between her legs and runs to the house thinking “I knew it!”

As my mom would say, “never a dull moment around here.”



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Thursday evening our goat Widget had her kid!  We named her Morisot (more-iss-o), after the female painter Berthe Morisot, who painted in the 1800s.

We thought Widgie would be having triplets, or at least twins, since she had triplets last time and she was very large, but she just had one little girl.

Happy Earth Day!


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Hello!  Happy late Earth Day!

Well, it’s been a while…

We sold our calf.  We sold her to some friends who live about 20 minutes away, so we can go visit her whenever we want.  Meg, her mom, mooed all night after we sold her.  It was a sleep deprived night for all and I’m sure our neighbors like us even less than they did before.

Our brood hen, Runner, now has chicks!  Her eggs didn’t hatch, so yesterday, we got six bantam chicks from my friend.  She has too many chicks to raise anyway, so she was really happy to have six less.  We put the chicks under Runner and she took them.  When they are old enough, we’ll give them back to my friend, which is fine, because we don’t need anymore chickens.

It’s been a beautiful day today.  We have lots of flowers blooming-daffodils, tulips, hyacinths, plum tree and cherry tree.  Not to mention all the other trees that are flowering, such as sassafras, maple and ironwood.

We’ve been making lots of art, writing and reading (Harry Potter for the first time!) and gardening.  Our vegetable garden is looking good.  We have planted peas, onions, carrots, turnips, kale, mache, escarole and mustard mix.  Also been digging out hordes of Jerusalem artichokes.  I swear, those are the most invasive things ever!!

I can’t say that I anticipate posting more.  I’m trying to spend as little time on the computer as I can, so maybe once a month, maybe less.


Here are some pictures I’ve taken:

Gandhi Peace Greeting


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My mom used to be the director of children’s ministries at our church for a few years when I was younger.  Every Sunday in Sunday School, we would all say the Gandhi Peace Greeting.  Yesterday I was trying to remember how it goes, so I looked it up and decided to post it here.

“I offer you peace.
I offer you love.
I offer you friendship.
I see your beauty.
I hear your need.
I feel your feelings.
My wisdom flows from the highest Source.
I salute that Source in you.
Let us work together. For unity and peace.”

Mahatma Gandhi

Dicey’s Song


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I just finished reading Dicey’s Song by Cynthia Voigt.  I would like to post a few quotes from chapter 7:

“‘….I got to thinking-when it was too late-you have to reach out to people.  To your family too.  You can’t just let them sit there, you should put your hand out.  If they slap it back, well you reach out again if you care enough.  If you don’t care enough, you forget about them, if you can.  I don’t know, girl.'”

That was Dicey’s grandmother speaking to Dicey.

Now, on the next page:

“‘….And I’m sorry, the way it turned out.  Because somebody’s slapped your hand back good and hard.  But I don’t want you to stop reaching, just because it didn’t come out the way it should have.'”

That was still Dicey’s grandmother.

A bit further down that page she says:

“‘I took him-in the nature of an experiment.  You know? I wondered if I could.  I like him, don’t you?’

‘Sure,’ Dicey said.  ‘We all do.  But that’s why you told him how poor we are.’

‘You don’t go reaching out with your hand closed up,’  Gram said.  ‘It worked out all right this time.’

Dicey thought.

‘It took me so long to learn,’ Gram explained.  ‘I’d like you to have more of a head start.'”


I love when she says “you don’t go reaching out with your hand closed up.”  That’s the main reason I posted all this.  I had to post a bunch so it would make sense, but that part and the first part about reaching out is really what I wanted to quote.

Think about it.  Really think about it.  The more you do, the better it gets.


The quotes are all from chapter 7 of Dicey’s Song, by Cynthia Voigt.

Matthew 25:31-45


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Please read this section from Matthew.

31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’

41 “Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. 42 For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, 43 I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’

44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’

45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’




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My friend was saying that many of her family members voted for Trump.  She said that she doesn’t think less of them, or not like them because of this. She said that many people say that Trump supporters are stupid, dumb, or evil people.  She said that that makes her very sad.

This makes me sad as well.

My mother has said that Trump supporters are dumb.

I have thought less of people who voted for Trump.

Trump supporters are just expressing their opinion.  Even though these opinions are rather racist, sexist and generally not good.  They have a right to their views, just like people who didn’t vote for Trump.

We need to respect them for the humans they are.  We need to respect their views.  We would not be happy if people called us stupid because we have the views that we do.  So we need to think, would we like it if someone called us stupid?

Calling Trump supporters stupid is along the lines of what Trump himself would call non-Trump people.  We don’t want to be like Trump, right?

At least I don’t…

So love.

Love is the way through this.

Love the people who are targeted by Trump.  Love the people who are scared.  Love the your friends and family.  Above all, love the people you don’t agree with.  Trump supporters included.

A challenge?


But try.

You can’t say that something is impossible until you have thoroughly tried it.