Feast or famine the age old fate of the farmer. We were certainly missing the rain up here on the hill. Every day we were watering a different part of the garden and were holding off planting the rice to make sure we would have plenty of water to keep them happy. Sunday was the first milking that was in the rain since the calves were born in early April. Mother Nature tried her hardest to make up for the lack of water by giving us long cold rainy days. The rice paddies filled up and the garden soil soaked up all the water it could. It also forced us to do a little less those few days helping us to refill our energy levels.
The weather has been messing around with our planting plans as it tends to do every year. This year everything seams to be going a little slower then normal. But now we are looking at a potential explosion of growth with these sunny days and a water charged soil. Meadow found a handful of peas out in the field today so maybe by next week we will be harvesting them for everybody. If we are really lucky the new potatoes will be ready soon and the classic sweet pea potato combo will be on all of our plates.
We weaned the piglets last Thursday and they are all doing great now with out their mommas. It is always tough for us to separate the kids from the moms in each group. The pigs seam to get over it the fastest. Or they are the less able to vocalize their displeasure. The piglets are finally starting to figure out that Meadow and I equal food. They still scurry around when I go in to feed them in the morning but it lasts a little less time each morning. By the time they are ready to head off to their new homes they will coming running when every they see us. We probably have an easier time weaning the pigs then some other farms because we produce so much milk that we can give them more then their moms ever made. We don’t tend to see the normal slow down in growth that other farms have after weaning. Our little guys just keep growing and growing.
The milking goats are very excited for sunny weather. During the rain we kept them in a close paddock that had good shelter for them. During the summer when it is warmer and raining we let them stay out in the pasture. With the cold rain they are much more susceptible to problems. The goats we have in this day and age are not nearly as rugged as their wild brethren. And also won’t eat any of our tin cans. We thought they would be a great way to recycle our metals but these darn things only want to eat plants. Grrr.
Our walkbehind tractor was down for the count last week after a bolt broke while I was plowing in the rice paddies. The replacement part finally came in on saturday so after a bit of repair I was back plowing. Since the weather forecast was calling for crazy amounts of rain I wanted to finish up with plowing so we could plant rice after the weather cleared. With Meadows help clearing rocks in my wake we were finishing up as it was getting dark. I was in my own little world with ear protection on and my eyes watching the soil in front of me. Meadow on the other hand was watching the impending thunderstorm getting closer and closer. She eventually decided that the storm was too close, got my attention and said we should head in. I was so close to being done I told her just a few more minutes. As a side note that same day I was listening to a radio show that mentioned men were far more likely to be struck by lightning then women. While ignoring such facts I kept plowing even as the light rain began to fall. It was only when the skies started pouring out buckets of rain did I finally admit defeat and we rain for cover. Safety was back at the house and all we had to do was run along our electric fence line and cross through two gates. Normally not a problem. With lighting a little too close it is a bit of a scary situation. But we survived so I was clearly right in staying out. I might have an idea of why men might get hit more by lightning.