Fur baby for Mommy's day

This is my new Baby...Mack, he's 3 months old. Energetic but sweet tempered.


He has beautiful coloring, and he and Nathan are becoming fast buddies

We've been looking for a good Acreage puppy for awhile, I knew I wanted something with size and this morning right in time for a Mother's day pick up I found this ad

"3 Month Old Bull Mastiff-Cross Puppy To Give...
Hello, my puppy's name is Mack, he's 3 months old, he's a great lovable dog, brindle in color, I also have another 4 year old dog that does not seem to take to him. I am sometimes away for long periods for work and am afraid that the puppy may get injured. Please give him a good loving home and he will be yours for free. Must come pick up, ..."

We went and got him within the hour. I mean with a face like that you knew he had to come home with us.

It turns out he's Old Bull Mastiff crossed with Bloodhound- so when I said I wanted a big dog, I found one. According to wikipedia blood hounds males can be 80 to 110 lb, although some individuals can weigh as much as 160lbs
and bull mastiff 110 to 130 pounds .
So Mack is going to be a BIG MACk.

Miss Maggie was so excited, when Dad came around the corner carrying Mack...she could hardly wait for him to get put down so they could "meet"

They've been doing pretty well together, although I think Maggie forgot about puppy energy.

...and I think Mack is a little nervous, because he was getting beaten on by the other dog we was living with. But they are finding there groove, there in the kennel together in the mudroom tonight, so that ought to bond them pretty quickly too.

And of course Nathan is thrilled to have another dog,
Although, Mack is a puppy. And we've notice he seems to have some bad habits like JUMPING on people. Considering he'll probably be over 100 pounds, that's going to be my first puppy battle. As well a making sure he comes when he's called. The last thing I need is to be chasing a dog that won't come back to me over 30 acres!

But overall is was an awesome Mother's day- getting to add this new member to our family. And then getting to spend time out in the SUN with everyone, made for a fantastic day!!!!

Diggin' it

Remember in a previous post I comment on Chris new obsession? Well, He started side project of cutting out all the letter of Nathan's name from the firewood scraps. H e finished the last few letters tonight
Nathan playing in the garden with his new letter blocks...he's funny with them, they're actually quite heavy so he moves them one by one around the yard.
He needed them in the garden tonight, because that's where the action was! I finally got all the plants I bought at the farmers market in (before they withered and died on the deck)And then tackled the "other" plants that were already there, but most look a little worse for wear at the moment

Can you see the dried pods in this picture? I have no idea what it is???

But when I started cleaning up all the stalks and dried up pods this green was popping through underneath. I guess I'll just leave it and see what comes up if no one can identify it?

By all the dried up stuff I took off I'm guessing it was pretty big last year.

And we're pretty sure we have raspberry bushes again (YAY) they we're pretty dried up with a lot of dead leaves on top, so we cut them back about 6 or 8 inches (luckily they are showing no signs of blooming yet so I think we're safe in cutting them right now)- again Chris and his sawzall helped with the cutting!!!

And then there was this poor sucker- again I have no idea what kind of plant it is or was? but it looked so dried out and dead I told Chris to cut it down almost to the roots and see if anything happens in the next month or so...otherwise it'll just come out...I have a feeling this one may be a lost cause.

It's funny moving into new houses and always having to play guessing game with the vegetation.

My "WEED??? OR NOT A WEED??" game as I call it.

It always seems to go on the first summer while I try and decide if I should pull things out of the ground, or wait and see what develops...someone needs to write a book for new homeowners with illustrations of what weeds look like, and what "real plants" look like when the first break through the soil.

gardening

our little buddy

This was our little buddy

Poor little guy...He was still taking some milk at this point

Sad day around here

We were very excited around here last night. We got our first actual farm animal.

but the story gets very sad from there.

I responded to an ad for a bottle feed billy goat on kijiji. My thoughts on this were, if an animal is bottle fed, it views you as it's mother and would be much easier to handle.

Now I'm not going to deny that honestly- all the signs were there...if we'd been paying attention and not in such a rush to "get our first farm animal". If I'd thought through all the reading I've done about even other animals I would have caught theses signs and never taken this little goat home.
-he had cloudy eyes (which is never a good sign in any animal)
- he was the only goat in the barn that wasn't wearing an ear tag (Chris noticed this, I didn't look close enough at the other babies to notice)
- he was having watery poops in the car even on the ride home- and excessively here when he got out and all night
- his owner wasn't keen on writing a bill of sale or even giving us his parents names, saying that the pid numbers only applied to sheep so far (umm no)
- there was 2 other kids butting us, and chewing on our pants the entire time we stood in the barn, who I assumed were at least a week older than "or little guy", but apparently the owner referred to them as his sibling as one point (thus he was the runt of the litter and way more lethargic and not as alert as these two -hmmm...another indication there was probably something seriously wrong?but like I said I didn't hear the comment and assumed he must be much younger than the other 2)

Anyways It was a very hard day on us, First our little buddy didn't take very much milk this morning and I was really worried about him getting enough. As I said he was pooping a yellow runny fluid, and was covered in it this morning. So I ended up giving him a wet and soapy rub down this morning with a towel, hoping to get some of it off...but he seemed to have less energy than even the night before and didn't protest to much.
Slowly throughout the day his energy decreased and decreased to the point he laid down on the barn floor and couldn't get up under his own strength.
We force fed him a bottle trying to get anything into him, trying desperately to get his strength back.
In the end we, and our little buddy lost the battle.
I cried.
I threw the stupid goat bottle across the yard I was so mad.
I felt guilty (still do) that maybe I had not taken good enough care of him...but after hours of discussion with Chris about all the "signs" I really truly think we have "greenhorn suckers" stamped on our foreheads. and pretty much got taken by a farmer who came across as really "nice" and helpful, and just didn't want to have an extra chore of bottle feeding. When in fact, I really think he knew that this little goat was never going to make it, and if he could get some sucker cash out of someone for it, better than nothing.
maybe we did some things wrong- I by no means claim to be experienced, but I honestly don't know what more we could have done...and I think, thinking back, he was already showing a lot of signs of being sickly. I think we may have been fighting a losing battle before we even knew we were in a fight.

Regardless of how or why. It was sad. It was a baby animal, and it was hard on both of us to watch.
I'm sad that it happened, but I also think it will make us a little better, and cautious in buying any other livestock from now on. The excitement of getting a cute animal is overwhelming...you just want to take it home, but in this case the heartbreak just isn't worth it. I still don't know that we will be able to pick out all signs of a sick animal, but I think we'll be much more aware and looking for anything that doesn't seem right. So even though it was a very sad and heart wrenching experience, and it was horrible that it happened with our first animal. In some ways, I think it may have been a lesson better learned right away...not that it's okay to lose the animal, but I think we may have quit and moved back to the city if we had lost an entire flock of sheep and lost them all or something.
And I guess if your going to live on a farm you have to get used to life and death...still not easy, but not everything is going to make it. no matter how much you'd like every story to have a happy ending

tommorow

we got home very late tonight, with another new addition. It took quite awhile to get everyone settled ...so I'll post some pics of our new arrival tomorrow.

1st Farm Animal

We have a brand new addition to the acreage.

A 4 week old kitten (we think it's a girl- but it's hard to tell at this young age)
I named her Chevy- which I think could work for either a boy or a girl just in case were wrong about the sex

I wrapped kitty up in a towel, and told Nathan he had to hold her like a baby just to make sure he was being gentle enough with her. She's so tiny we we're worried he might hurt her

All of my "FARM ANIMALS" together

Chris trying to introduce Maggie and Chevy

ohhh I'm so smart

or at least I like to think I'm smart.
But I think I've come up with a plan!

You see more than one person was concerned about me becoming a "farmer' that I don't have the heart to part with animals and I would end up with dozens and dozens of pets. everything from chickens to cattle.

but I think I may have just stumbled upon the solution to this.

ALPACA,

SHEEP

and ANGORA RABBITS

all three can be raised for fibre, which is harvested from the animal, and you still get to keep your "pet"
The alpacas and the sheep will need the PID numbers that I was talking about in an earlier post. but the rabbits (I think- unless they are being raised for meat) don't require the PID. just rabbit hutches...oh and smart me, I even have a book on how to build rabbit cages ~ can you guess what Chris new job is going to be on his next 4 off?

I have a couple e-mails out to the English Angora breeders I could find in web searches...so we'll see where this new train of thought goes.

Can someone explain this?

I really need to know what the fascination with Men and Fire is?

I'm not complaining I love a fire, indoors or out they're both good. But I just don't understand the need men have to Prepare fire wood, and things to burn...or the fact they never seem to be able to sit at fire without jumping up to"check it" or add just one more log.

Again I'm not complaining- it beats me having to do the work, but ever since we got here Chris is outside with his sawzall almost everyday- and almost everyday I hear how much he needs a chainsaw!

Hey at least he's found a hobby right?

argghhh...WIND

I thought Lethbridge was suppose to be the wind capital of Alberta- I didn't find the wind half as annoying down there~ then again I hid in my carport - to be indoors/ outdoors.

But today was bad here, it was sunny, but the wind was blowing so hard...it was one of those instant ear ache kind of days....so all my plans to start painting or planting were, well...Gone with the wind (I kill me)

So other than laundry, tidying, and dishes, it was a pretty unproductive day.

and I'm obviously becoming outdoorsy again, I was like a caged animal all day I just paces and and picked up stuff and paced some more...

but just going for wanders through the fields and trees has become one of Nathan and my favorite pastimes, so not being outside at all pretty much today was hard on both of us.

Our daily walks into the backfield...

A few days ago we started pumping out the rather large "pond" that had formed in the low spot of the backyard. And it was enough water that it actually took a few days to drain out. But the pump accidentally got left on when Chris went to work last night, so by this morning it was all virtually gone.- the pic is me moving the pump to deeper water (in my fashion farm boot~I'm sure the neighbors are laughing behind my back, but I love 'em) and then having to chase my helper back out of the water, he really needs to know what I'm up to all the time. And hey! any excuse to get in a puddle is always a good one for him!!!

Miss Maggie

I wrote awhile ago about our first night here and how Maggie the city dog almost got eaten by coyotes, because she was to busy sleeping. So maggie has been chained outside to keep her from wandering off and getting lost, or wandering to the highway and getting dead. She's not showing a lot of farm dog smarts so we decided to give her her freedom slowly.
Now to her credit, she is amazing if your outside with her, she watches Nathan like a hawk, she doesn't let me get more that 30 feet from her if we go on walks, before she doubles back to check on me.
Now, as I mentioned before,Maggie has been sleeping in the mudroom since the first night we were here. But the previous owners had dogs as well, although the dogs were about half her size, anyways they cut small dog doors through the mudroom and garage walls to give the dogs access.I showed maggie these holes when we first got here and she had no interest in even attempting them.
But,Chris came home from work one morning last week and accused me of leaving Maggie out all night. I guess she was waiting on the driveway for him. That's when we realized that she's skinned up enough to squeeze through the dog holes. Now most mornings it's a guessing game if maggie will be waiting to to be let out, or already gone.
Of course once she was letting herself out anyways without the chain, and seemed to still be on the property...the chain seemed a little pointless.
So for about a week now, we've been letting her go a lot without being tied up. and she seems to be coming back from her adventures whenever she's called. She hasn't yet gone near the highway, and the only real complaint is she keeps crossing the gravel road to play in the trees on the neighbors side (but they don't live anywhere close so I assume It's not a huge deal)
So it seems that the slow freedom approach is working- she now pretty much only goes chained when we leave- for fear that she'll try to follow the car. I can't think that will last much long either, when we went to town today, she managed to force the chain clasp somehow and was waiting for us on the driveway when we got back.
So I guess she's acclimatizing to this farm life pretty well too!

"All this taking care of you guys, and chasing birds and wading in the ponds is hardwork! a girl needs a break."