tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89405765227590241202024-03-21T18:03:55.642-07:00Rosebriar FarmAudleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-92062012016543954462011-01-28T18:37:00.001-08:002011-01-28T18:49:15.339-08:00Farming can be a real pain in the butt…..literally<p>Seriously, this morning at about 5, I dressed for work and made bottles for the calves.  As I started to step onto the first step off the frost covered deck.  My feet flew out from under me and I landed on my booty.  When I hit my left arm had a quick pain then I felt nothing in it.  My lower back near the booty was seriously hurting and I could not get up.  Luckily I was ready for work so my <strike>electronic leash</strike> phone was on me.  I called Jen and asked her to come help.  She was kind enough to help me get up, without even the slightest laugh.  She found me some Aleve while I fed the calves, looked at the swelling on my arm and even offered to take me to the doctor.</p> <p>After I left for work much to my chagrin; Jen and the kids had a GREAT laugh at my expense.</p> Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-36825415748907104022011-01-25T19:12:00.001-08:002011-01-26T04:29:42.825-08:00My bottle calves are udderly confused.<div align="center">When a calf is on the teat, if the milk is not flowing as fast as they want or not flowing at all, they will push into the udder. This will cause the udder to release milk. This is also true with the bottle which normally means the nipple opening needs to be cut open a little.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT-RF_tmXcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/mvwF0qg8QXs/s1600-h/cowanat%5B7%5D.jpg"><img alt="cowanat" border="0" height="406" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT-RGKp5PLI/AAAAAAAAAkM/BI4AEkEWuPg/cowanat_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="cowanat" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">Well today I went to feed the animals with the exception of the calves. It was not time for them to eat, I usually feed and water everything before making their bottles. Then I will feed them a bottle in each hand sort of resting on my leg in case they push into the bottle it will not knock it out of my hand. <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT-RGtqwxYI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/_W-nnl_HSCw/s1600-h/164300_1542158594919_1263573162_31184531_2746421_n%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="164300_1542158594919_1263573162_31184531_2746421_n" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT-RHHtlogI/AAAAAAAAAkU/O58Z7ykL8R8/164300_1542158594919_1263573162_31184531_2746421_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="164300_1542158594919_1263573162_31184531_2746421_n" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">This hold allows for the bottle to be knocked out of the hand when they nudge for more milk.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT-RHWQrOSI/AAAAAAAAAkY/O1lhmtgQj5A/s1600-h/180801_1542159234935_1263573162_31184535_1117437_n%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="180801_1542159234935_1263573162_31184535_1117437_n" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT-RHq7IJKI/AAAAAAAAAkc/9ZNtEeY4p9A/180801_1542159234935_1263573162_31184535_1117437_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="180801_1542159234935_1263573162_31184535_1117437_n" width="644" /></a></div><div align="center">A more secure hold for the bottle, as it pushes into the body.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT-RIDa4Y-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/lU_iAzTDSzk/s1600-h/167658_1542158914927_1263573162_31184533_7673718_n%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="167658_1542158914927_1263573162_31184533_7673718_n" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT-RIaU5nDI/AAAAAAAAAkk/OrUDYyB1uFU/167658_1542158914927_1263573162_31184533_7673718_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="167658_1542158914927_1263573162_31184533_7673718_n" width="323" /></a> </div><div align="center">Brad and I feeding.</div><div align="center">When I walked in the fence both calves came running over to me, I did <strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">NOT</span></strong> have bottles in hand. The larger of the two calves was walking in circles around me when the the smaller one ran his nose into the back of my left thigh and began nudging, repeatedly. </div><div align="center"><strong>I believe he is udderly confused.</strong></div>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-4662656210219413722011-01-24T12:12:00.001-08:002011-01-24T18:22:52.377-08:00How much veterinary work should we do on our on?<strong>DISCLAIMER: While there are no gross photos in this post there is a gross description of a surgery conducted by Brad and me.</strong><br />
I have always given my dogs their vaccinations. These are subcutaneous shots: just under the skin. Like the shots we get in the arm.<br />
Recently I bought a cow, that I later determined was sick when purchased, I learn how to give intramuscular shots, like the shots we get in the hip. In an animal you plan to eat these go in the neck muscle.<br />
In the last two years of raising chickens, I have had to somewhat learn to be a chicken vet. When we had many little chicks and their legs were banded for identification, there was one who missed getting a band changed and the leg grew around the band. Brad and i removed the band, and doctored the leg until it had fully recovered. <br />
When Lilly was attacked by a dog she had a serious cut on her back. Again my faithful assistant accompanied me with a in depth wound cleaning and regular treatments until she had fully recovered. <br />
Well this past we we were at it again. The girls were feeding my dog when they let Duke out without my knowledge. After returning home from church, I went to check on my grandparents and Brad found we had an injured chicken and one missing. When I returned home, I found Brad setting in my recliner holding the injured chicken. He told me it was bad and he did not know if she would make it. When I saw the problem, I considered euthanasia, because he was right. But it was worth a shot…..Right?<br />
She had a busted crop:<br />
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The “crop” is the pouch in the digestive tract where food is ground by rocks for digestion. <br />
We went to my parents house where we could work in the garage, because this could get messy, I have new hardwood in my kitchen, and besides it was in the low 30s outside. <br />
Brad helped me by taking care of the chicken until I could get all my supplies together. Then we began; the crop had to be cleaned out (this is like a person having their stomach pumped). Once the crop was cleaned, we had to suture the crop to allow her (hopefully) to be able to eat in the future. After about 6 stitches in the crop, there were only a couple of stitches in the outer skin because she needs a place for drainage to prevent infection. We placed her in a cardboard cat carrier with some bedding, she spent the night in the laundry room. The following morning Brad put her in the bus stop with the large animals to keep the roosters off of her. When I came home from work that afternoon she had flown out of the fence, when into the coop and laid a beautiful green egg, she appeared to be eating fine. We are now ready to remove the outer stitches however the internal stitches will have to stay. Unfortunately they are not the dissolvable type as I have limited veterinary supplies to work with. <br />
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<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT3dKNg8fZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/v2LTd1Eimyo/s1600-h/DSC_3826%5B4%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_3826" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TT3dKjjzcaI/AAAAAAAAAj0/slDPIu6tzq0/DSC_3826_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_3826" width="589" /></a>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-76599387586312670262011-01-21T16:28:00.001-08:002011-01-21T16:44:01.324-08:00OOPS!... I DID IT AGAIN! Britney SpearsAs you may well know in early December I tried my hand at a <a href="http://rosebriarfarm.blogspot.com/2010/12/wheres-beef-little-old-lady-from-80s.html" target="_blank">Bottle fed Charolais</a> and it <a href="http://rosebriarfarm.blogspot.com/2010/12/inexperience-that-ends-with-wacky.html" target="_blank">did not end well.</a> Jen and I had decided a couple of things; 1) Wait until Spring 2) Buy in pairs. Well this week she was on Craigslist and found me some Holstein calves. Well we did half of our plan; I bought a pair. Let’s just hope I can keep these healthy.<br />
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Brad opening the trailer door. <strong>This little fellow is really good help.</strong><br />
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Brad keeping an eye on one while I took one to the stall.<br />
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The larger of the two.<br />
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Starting to get comfy.<br />
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They found the water.<br />
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The smaller one.<br />
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Romeo walking off shaking his head…I believe he was thinking <strong>“Bulls, BULLS…How about a Nanny”</strong>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-1520365447846820292011-01-20T07:18:00.001-08:002011-01-20T09:45:45.395-08:00New AdditionI have a really cool looking <a href="http://rosebriarfarm.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-handsome-fellow.html" target="_blank">rooster (Mr. Darcy)</a>, I bought him over the summer, along with a hen which was killed by a raccoon earlier in the fall. He is of one of the smallest bantam breeds; Japanese Black Tail Bantam. These come in a variety of color but I prefer the white because the black tail really stands out. Poor fellow is so small he can not breed with any of my other bantams.<br />
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Mr. Darcy on the inside roost.<br />
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After searching Craigslist, I finally found him some company of the same breed. <br />
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While I was gone to pick them up, I asked Jen to run by the co-op and pick up a new feeder. However I learned a very valuable lesson when I brought these home. Expect the unexpected when you send a “city girl” to pick up farm supplies.<br />
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<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TThSUDi3sHI/AAAAAAAAAiU/JadrFXLxnNk/s1600-h/feeder%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="feeder" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TThSUcwKUYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/GNVKMhHwiGU/feeder_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="feeder" width="323" /></a>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-63955786654811695862011-01-18T22:00:00.000-08:002011-01-21T16:46:29.491-08:00Wacky Wednesday!If a cow laughs, will milk come out it’s nose?Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-14581455270567849332011-01-15T18:43:00.001-08:002011-01-21T16:46:11.107-08:00Why did the chicken cross the road?<div align="center">I have know idea but I can tell you why they stayed inside for three days despite the fact that I would open their coop. Well lets open their door and see.</div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #333333;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TTJbQqEwjzI/AAAAAAAAAhk/LZcuhFy_SrY/s1600-h/DSC_0047%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0047" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TTJbRJuVgwI/AAAAAAAAAho/pgILnC3SQDU/DSC_0047_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0047" width="323" /></a></span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span>They HATE the snow.</span></div><div align="center"><span></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #333333;"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TTJbReS_vXI/AAAAAAAAAhs/JQBE_qkVJ0w/s1600-h/DSC_0044%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0044" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TTJbRrKEeRI/AAAAAAAAAhw/z1J5vhw4NKQ/DSC_0044_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0044" width="644" /></a> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #333333;"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TTJbSG7P4xI/AAAAAAAAAh0/YGzK0saJJz8/s1600-h/DSC_0042%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0042" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TTJbSyLp-II/AAAAAAAAAh4/aPgBsF0RQCQ/DSC_0042_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0042" width="644" /></a> </span></span></span></span></div><div align="center">Look the outside roost has not a single chicken foot print.</div><div align="center"><span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #333333;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TTJbTZuBznI/AAAAAAAAAh8/i7jR6Ycz3do/s1600-h/DSC_0040%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0040" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TTJbTsJAFhI/AAAAAAAAAiA/zLXFC0-Ed50/DSC_0040_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0040" width="644" /></a> </span></span></span></span></div>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-52037650623370286872011-01-12T17:30:00.001-08:002011-01-21T16:45:19.506-08:00Wacky Wednesday… Super Hero<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TS5VuU9bZHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/-j0fBstm4hw/s1600-h/DSC_0035%5B9%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0035" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TS5VuwzXHmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/NbVWir2MHN0/DSC_0035_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0035" width="644" /></a> <br />
Duke, the flying Basset HoundAudleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-13861440744432242892011-01-04T20:18:00.000-08:002011-01-21T16:45:39.773-08:00Wacky Wednesday Appropriate for After Christmas<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TSNIU2O_OjI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Uk8wmZr1yQY/s1600-h/after%20christmas%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="after christmas" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TSNIVMW4C9I/AAAAAAAAAhY/n4odCi-c0Mc/after%20christmas_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="after christmas" width="364" /></a>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-77284965167042218122010-12-30T18:45:00.001-08:002010-12-30T18:54:13.927-08:00“How can you kill something you raised?” well let me tell you<div align="center">That is a question I get by everyone when they find out I actually eat chickens and turkeys I have raised. </div><div align="center">In a <a href="http://rosebriarfarm.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-processing.html" target="_blank">previous post</a> I gave a brief explanation of how this is done I have made a few adjustments after a few processing's now. </div><div align="center">Start with a building a fire; you will need this later.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DsIuaZWI/AAAAAAAAAfs/RFWXfNblhTk/s1600-h/DSC00496%5B6%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00496" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DsukVZqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/QoVsvwu-pJ4/DSC00496_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00496" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">Put a huge pot of water on to boil.</div><div align="center">Get your bird.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DtDc9ZaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/-Mj11VJfygw/s1600-h/tom23.jpg"><img alt="tom 2" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1Dtov9RDI/AAAAAAAAAf4/bkD4fQRTUiw/tom2_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="tom 2" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">Hang a rope from a tree limb.</div><div align="center">Tie the turkeys legs together and hang him upside down.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DuAcD_tI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZUiDxyl2jis/s1600-h/DSC004683.jpg"><img alt="DSC00468" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DumCrr1I/AAAAAAAAAgE/_jbfZxymIhE/DSC00468_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00468" width="353" /></a> </div><div align="center">This will freak him out for just a few seconds, then he will calm. This is my preferred killing position; they do not flop on the ground and bruise the meat.</div><div align="center">Next take a super sharp knife and cut the veins on each side of the neck. Only the veins try to miss the fingers.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DvMxhhwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/iPlqLz0sygU/s1600-h/DSC00471%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00471" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1Dv8VzhGI/AAAAAAAAAgM/_nYFwNcpwAU/DSC00471_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00471" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">Give them a few minutes to bleed out. </div><div align="center">Put the turkey in a wash tub and pour hot water on it. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DwUhY9hI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ahqUiFpBcbc/s1600-h/DSC00497%5B3%5D.jpg"></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DwUhY9hI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ahqUiFpBcbc/s1600-h/DSC00497%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00497" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1Dxf7XrdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rWBlQu1BXxw/DSC00497_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00497" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">I prefer this to dipping the bird, it seems to get the wing areas better. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DxwSz0TI/AAAAAAAAAgY/zBmTXMOZpmc/s1600-h/DSC00505%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00505" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DybhUbzI/AAAAAAAAAgc/uiXpsBdM11w/DSC00505_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00505" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">Pluck the bird.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1Dy5KcOaI/AAAAAAAAAgg/21mHz8lTtXA/s1600-h/DSC00512%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00512" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1DzZ9neuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/7BecNAytXuE/DSC00512_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00512" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">My photographer was pretty much grossed out at this point and pictures of removing the entrails would be too gross for some of my readers (and you know I’m politically correct). </div><div align="center">Remove the entrails, neck, feet, etc. and toss in the fire along with the feathers.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1Dz64N1uI/AAAAAAAAAgo/9yWv-9E7y_Q/s1600-h/DSC00514%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00514" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D0fJLgdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/8ipMlbbC6H8/DSC00514_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00514" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">Otherwise your help will get them. You don’t want them to get the taste of fresh blood.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D1Ku1vSI/AAAAAAAAAgw/9uYBz4XJtTI/s1600-h/DSC00467%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC00467" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D1ssXugI/AAAAAAAAAg0/qIb5OhlD0Uw/DSC00467_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC00467" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">That is Lucy, Sasha and Winston’s pup.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Once the bird is cleaned, soak in cold water to cool the temperature down.</div><div align="center">Wrap in freezer paper, like the chickens pictured below</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D2LMg1oI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xTL7fSp_7Jk/s1600-h/DSC_0010%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0010" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D2tlX4yI/AAAAAAAAAg8/UGifEgBR9fY/DSC_0010_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0010" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">or put in the refrigerator and cook in two days as the turkey picture below.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D3NM-ngI/AAAAAAAAAhA/oQkta5taarI/s1600-h/DSCN0588%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSCN0588" border="0" height="423" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D3fXnZ6I/AAAAAAAAAhE/1pE4bG9tQdA/DSCN0588_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSCN0588" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">Then kiss the cook!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D3725NeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/-sc14zZ360M/s1600-h/162696_1509380855496_1263573162_31124187_4271271_n%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="162696_1509380855496_1263573162_31124187_4271271_n" border="0" height="430" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TR1D4fEstLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/BRKDHeCij-Q/162696_1509380855496_1263573162_31124187_4271271_n_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="162696_1509380855496_1263573162_31124187_4271271_n" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center"><strong><span>ENJOY!</span></strong></div>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-71617583352572190832010-12-29T04:43:00.001-08:002010-12-29T04:44:27.677-08:00Wacky Wednesday…from the mouths of babes.<div align="center">The other day Brad and I were feeding the animals. When he walked up to the Pot Bellied Pigs Pen he said.</div><div align="center"> <strong>“Hamlet, this place is a pig sty, clean it up.”</strong></div><div align="center">Wonder where he got a statement like that……maybe I should have posted a picture of his room.</div>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-76086149523838405962010-12-27T17:48:00.001-08:002010-12-28T09:09:08.937-08:00“You Ain’t Gonna Believe This” Mel TillisIt snowed in North Alabama on Christmas Day.<br />
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<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRlBxkOd7bI/AAAAAAAAAe8/9CTETPVzVrk/s1600-h/DSC_0122%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0122" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRlByJy1djI/AAAAAAAAAfA/tqriiv4Jq30/DSC_0122_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0122" width="644" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRlByiEhcnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/xcAT19TAMgY/s1600-h/DSC_0138%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0138" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRlBy9wHFhI/AAAAAAAAAfI/qeUYknN_Sls/DSC_0138_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0138" width="644" /></a><br />
When you have a tractor and a snow in Alabama, you will have to pull at least one person out who has stuck their car in the ditch.<br />
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Samantha ( my oldest) after giving Dad a quick hand. Without a coat she was freezing me. <br />
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<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRlB05MHWQI/AAAAAAAAAfk/P0BkKf2JRv0/s1600-h/DSC_0117%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="DSC_0117" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRlB1Y8C4YI/AAAAAAAAAfo/oBEhMHEgYXc/DSC_0117_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="DSC_0117" width="323" /></a>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-62992525250890071062010-12-23T14:02:00.001-08:002010-12-23T14:04:41.298-08:00Rosebriar Farm K-9 Naughty or Nice List<div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRPG-iRuF-I/AAAAAAAAAd4/EvIR-qJFhNo/s1600-h/winston%5B7%5D.jpg"><img alt="winston" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRPG_E-xFJI/AAAAAAAAAd8/gRAKJVdfXU4/winston_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="winston" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center"><strong>Winston</strong> – <em>NICE</em> – He found the lost pot belly pig.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRPHBfMJ7zI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2HBGwTgHhSU/s1600-h/wishbone%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="wishbone" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRPHBp_5X5I/AAAAAAAAAeU/8PGvJg0-ez0/wishbone_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="wishbone" width="521" /></a> </div><div align="center"><strong>Wishbone </strong>(my dad’s dog) – <em>NAUGHTY </em>– She has killed more chickens than</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRPHCn8uceI/AAAAAAAAAeY/j_h2AUwngxA/s1600-h/colonel-sanders%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="colonel-sanders" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TRPHCxjmctI/AAAAAAAAAec/2hgL5jsJN5k/colonel-sanders_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="colonel-sanders" width="508" /></a></div>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-60396371823543437392010-12-22T05:53:00.001-08:002010-12-22T06:02:37.860-08:00Inexperience that ends with a Wacky Wednesday Quote<div align="center">So there are some issues with being inexperienced of the bovine species.  I recently went in with my brother-in-law to purchase a bull calf or so I thought.  It was later revealed to me, Wendy (Jen’s Sister) and I had made the deal Jon knew nothing of it until we owned a calf.  And as you all (as if I have a bunch of readers) know animals at Rosebriar Farm must have a name, Wendy decided to name this fellow Standing Rib Roast and noted so in the ‘for” column of her check.</div> <div align="center">When I purchased the calf I was unaware he had a cold, which with the brutal weather we had come in the next few days made it much worse.  He was walking around and eating fine, he had a small matted area around one of his eyes.  In a matter of about three days this become a bunch of matted area around both eyes and he was having a hard time sucking a bottle, as he would suck, he would pull his head back and cough.  Asking a cattle farmer friend of mine he suggested I try giving him some penicillin; an intramuscular (IM) shot in the neck (no need to damage a good steak with a puncture wound).  <strong>Really if you don’t believe it look it up. </strong>Since this was a Sunday afternoon, I called another cattle farmer who might have some meds I could get until I could get some, I spoke with his wife and she told me he didn’t have any but I should call his brother who just happens to be a veterinarian.  Much to my dismay he did not seem to care I had a very sick calf; said he did not use penicillin on large animals anymore, he had something better.  I waited as if he would then suggest something…….after a long pause.  I said “and” (keep in mind he has a vet truck with all the meds on board to make farm calls), he says come by the office tomorrow and we will discuss what to do.  I hope you are reading this part with an irate tone as I will not take another animal to him.  </div> <div align="center"><em>Since then Dr. Steve Powers, where I take my small animals has recommended a large animal vet.</em></div> <div align="center">So the next morning I made a trip to <a href="http://rosebriarfarm.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-do-you-know-if-you-are-accepted-as.html" target="_blank">Cagle’s</a> where George Cagle helped me with my problem.  He told me what he would recommend and sold me the necessary items and even told me if some of the items were not needed to bring them back.  He was not out to make a few bucks on a sale, he wanted to help me get my calf healthy and keep me as a satisfied customer.  For days we (Brad and I) treated this little fellow and each day we saw some improvement.  And when I say treated I mean treated; IM shots of antibiotics, tube feeding with Bounce Back, a (Gatorade, Pedialyte, type) electrolyte replacement, as well a tube feeding regular milk formula for calves.  This is similar to intubating  a person except instead of finding the airway to the lungs you find the stomach.  </div> <div align="center">Well a week and a half into this whole ordeal., when. I was at a company gift exchange when I get a phone call from Jen (ignore), I immediately sent her a text, “swapping gifts, I’ll call later, what’s up?”.  As soon as I sent that I get a call from Sam, my darling 18 year old daughter (ignore), forward the same text message to her as a response.  By the time the text message went out the phone indicated a voice mail had been received.  I immediately check to message to hear:</div> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large">“Dad, your Standing Rib Roast, is not standing……uh…..it’s dead.”</span></strong></div> Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-40091324122222757462010-12-15T04:47:00.001-08:002010-12-15T04:47:04.706-08:00Wacky Wednesday<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TQi4xubLWXI/AAAAAAAAAdw/rqlKMMzi2AI/s1600-h/1238446777_TopGear%20T-Shirts%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1238446777_TopGear%20T-Shirts" border="0" alt="1238446777_TopGear%20T-Shirts" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TQi4yEvsRXI/AAAAAAAAAd0/i28eXCui37w/1238446777_TopGear%20T-Shirts_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="575" height="484" /></a></p> Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-49477294847642868252010-12-08T08:59:00.000-08:002010-12-08T08:59:00.682-08:00Wacky Wednesday<p>A Montana rancher got in his pickup and drove to a neighboring ranch and knocked at the door.  A young boy, about 9, opened the door. <br />'Is yer Dad home?' the rancher asked. <br />'No sir, he ain't,' the boy replied. 'He went into town.' <br />'Well,' said the rancher, 'Is yer Mom here?' <br />'No, sir, she ain't here neither. She went into town with Dad.' <br />'How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?' <br />'He went with Mom and Dad.' <br />The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the  other and mumbling to himself. 'Is there anything I can do fer ya?' the boy asked politely. 'I know where all the tools are, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message fer Dad.' <br />'Well,' said the rancher uncomfortably, 'I really wanted to talk to yer Dad.  It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Pearly Mae, pregnant.' <br />The boy considered for a moment. 'You would have to talk to Pa about that', he finally conceded. <br />'If it helps you any, I know that Pa charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I really don't know how much he gets fer Howard.'</p> Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-75516234122193678592010-12-07T17:02:00.001-08:002010-12-07T18:11:23.475-08:00“Where’s the beef?” Little Old Lady from an 80’s Wendy’s commercial<blockquote> <div align="center">I know I have posted a picture of the little bottle fed calf Jon and I agreed to purchase.  Well Monday evening I picked him up and moved him in, since I was working alone and trying to get him settled in the dark, I was unable to get any picture. He was on a feeding schedule of 11:00 am and pm.  Well that's not going to work here.  So, I fed him about a quart of milk replacer about 7 pm, to get him to his new feeding time of 5  am/pm.  At 5 am he was as eager to eat as I was to feed him in 19 degree weather, I guess he was still adjusting to his new roommates. </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZAu7PiwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/FC428DdiKNQ/s1600-h/Audley%20Feeding%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="Audley Feeding" border="0" alt="Audley Feeding" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZBAC8OWI/AAAAAAAAAc0/k9D5PSglhOY/Audley%20Feeding_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="323" height="484" /></a> With Maestro<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZBzrkb7I/AAAAAAAAAc4/StStbkxTv34/s1600-h/cow%20standing%20in%20bus%20stop%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="cow standing in bus stop" border="0" alt="cow standing in bus stop" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZCVFBqAI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lAk5ngX2A_E/cow%20standing%20in%20bus%20stop_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="429" /></a> Coming out of the bus stop.</div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZCyF_crI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KzcUXLw0xsU/s1600-h/brad%20and%20cow%202%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="brad and cow 2" border="0" alt="brad and cow 2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZDVJBjjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/wgriu34sSiU/brad%20and%20cow%202_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="429" /></a> </div> <div align="center">Brad, my helper, checking him out.</div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZD5BYKtI/AAAAAAAAAdI/vXuRfclbJ3c/s1600-h/sally%20and%20cow%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="sally and cow" border="0" alt="sally and cow" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZEFOPgII/AAAAAAAAAdM/D7NZLQPLBr0/sally%20and%20cow_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="323" height="484" /></a> </div> <div align="center">With Sally.</div> <div align="center">This evening at 5 pm he was HUNGRY!  </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZE2FLZAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/EHK12Ka706I/s1600-h/bottle%20feeding%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bottle feeding" border="0" alt="bottle feeding" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZFeGagQI/AAAAAAAAAdU/LVUUOHbjgRY/bottle%20feeding_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="429" /></a> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZFpClSAI/AAAAAAAAAdY/w4I8Hxk9clQ/s1600-h/bottle%20feeing%202%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="bottle feeing 2" border="0" alt="bottle feeing 2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZGAmm_nI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NAKn52f_Atw/bottle%20feeing%202_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="429" /></a> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZGTUF4MI/AAAAAAAAAdg/YZa7hdOPQkM/s1600-h/close%20up%20feeding%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="close up feeding" border="0" alt="close up feeding" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZG8Mu60I/AAAAAAAAAdk/1vVcBCNrhDg/close%20up%20feeding_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="429" /></a> </div> <div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZHCuaoHI/AAAAAAAAAdo/xCd4M8rxhjw/s1600-h/close%20up%20feeding%203%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="close up feeding 3" border="0" alt="close up feeding 3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TP7ZHq4OzPI/AAAAAAAAAds/D32hlRTlDk8/close%20up%20feeding%203_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="429" /></a> </div> <div align="center">That must have been good…he downed it quickly.</div></blockquote> Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-67096229346172170682010-12-04T21:01:00.001-08:002010-12-04T21:10:33.097-08:00Still loving technology.Today I was looking at craigslist and saw the following ad: <br />We have baby calves for sale, still on the bottle for $75 OBO. If you are interested call me at 706-237-XXXX <br />or call/text at 706-313-XXXX. Can send pictures. <br />So, I sent a text message asking for a picture.  Here was the response a good looking Charolais, bull calf. <br /><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TPscrDJhjjI/AAAAAAAAAco/0K04-4l-C3s/s1600-h/first%20cow%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="first cow" border="0" alt="first cow" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TPscrtdGB1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/SxgVGn5M2K8/first%20cow_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" height="484" /></a> <br />I forwarded this message to my brother-in-law, Jon Waldron, explaining I should be able to bottle feed and wean as I am usually home during the month of December (not a busy month in the boiler business).  I explained to the owner, I was discussing the purchase with Jon and it would take a little while to get back with them.  Three or four hours later Jon got back with me and we worked out a good plan, as I was walking through the grocery store (texting) with Jen…Jon will buy the calf, I will take care of getting it, castrating, weaning, and then take it to his farm in Murfreesboro, TN.  He will feed hay until the pastures are green, and when we are ready to slaughter…we will split the processing cost and beef.  <br /><strong><span style="font-size: large">Technology is great while Jen was purchasing beef at the Fresh Market, I was buying in bulk for next year.  </span></strong> Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-32326873278396935452010-12-03T21:00:00.001-08:002010-12-03T22:02:38.018-08:00Been preoccupied with Pop<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TPnK8n2-OqI/AAAAAAAAAcY/iicb16z_-T8/s1600-h/IMG_0034%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="IMG_0034" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TPnK9BqySBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NTeDjEh5E3s/IMG_0034_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="IMG_0034" width="364" /></a> <br />
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I have not blogged in a couple of weeks because instead of taking care of my farm I’ve been taking care of my granddad. Pop had a heart attack on November 21st, the day before he turned 84. He spent a week in the hospital getting stable enough for open heart surgery in which he had:<br />
<ul><li>Maze procedure (to correct atrial fibrillation) </li>
<li>Quintuple (5) bypass </li>
<li>Mitral Valve repair </li>
</ul>Pop did not become my Pop until 30 years ago, I was 9 when he married my Grandmother and he is the only granddad I have ever had. He had no children before he became a widower but he quickly figured out the role of a granddad to the point.<br />
I have said many times IN THE FUTURE, when I become a granddad my goal is to be as good at it as Pop is. <br />
<div align="center"><em>Here is an idea of how funny and supportive Pop can be. When I get a new animal, I always show it to Pop (my granddad) in April, I had just picked up new chicks and stepped to show him and Granny. He asked why I did not get any ducks. I responded saying I did not have any water for them. In a very matter-of-fact tone he looked at me and said “dig a hole”. </em></div><div align="left">So for the past two week the farm has some what suffered, I did make sure everything had food and water but Pop comes first. I have spent many hours at the hospital and enjoyed being able to be with him. It made me feel good tonight when I walked in the Surgical ICU to visit and the nurse said he had been asking for me. </div><div align="left">Thanks to all the people who have been praying for Pop and please continue to do so, he had a serious surgery and is 84 it could be a long recovery. </div><div align="center"></div>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-79949436668584146782010-11-30T20:55:00.000-08:002010-12-03T22:03:01.534-08:00Wacky Wednesday!<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TPVvUX6l_eI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/66G_6sPuGyU/s1600-h/0610-DanReynolds3-tattoo-parlor-ss%5B4%5D.jpg"><img alt="0610-DanReynolds3-tattoo-parlor-ss" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TPVvUx9u3oI/AAAAAAAAAcU/-Fg4cIrSHog/0610-DanReynolds3-tattoo-parlor-ss_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="0610-DanReynolds3-tattoo-parlor-ss" width="627" /></a>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-67847633846249340672010-11-25T09:42:00.001-08:002010-12-03T22:03:21.237-08:00A Turkey's Lament...When I was a young turkey, new to the coop, <br />
My big brother Mike took me out on the stoop, <br />
Then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow, <br />
And he told me there was something that I had to know; <br />
His look and his tone I will always remember, <br />
When he told me of the horrors of ..... Black November; <br />
"Come about August, now listen to me, <br />
Each day you'll be thick, where once you were thin, <br />
And you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin. <br />
"And then one morning, when you're warm in your bed, <br />
In'll burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head; <br />
"Then she'll pluck out all your feathers so you're bald'n pink, <br />
And scoop out all your insides and leave ya lyin' in the sink, <br />
"And then comes the worst part" he said not bluffing, <br />
"She'll spread your cheeks and pack your rear with stuffing". <br />
Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat, <br />
I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat, <br />
And decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked, <br />
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked; <br />
I began a new diet of nuts and granola, <br />
High-roughage salads, juice and diet cola, <br />
And as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes, <br />
I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes, <br />
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half, <br />
And tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed; <br />
But 'twas I who was laughing, under my breath, <br />
As they chomped and they chewed, ever closer to death; <br />
And sure enough when Black November rolled around, <br />
I was the last turkey left in the entire compound; <br />
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap; <br />
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap, <br />
She held me today, while sewing and humming, <br />
And smiled at me and said "Christmas is coming..."<br />
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Borrowed from a fellow member of <a href="http://www.sufficientself.com/forum/" title="http://www.sufficientself.com/forum/">http://www.sufficientself.com/forum/</a><br />
Happy Thanksgiving!Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-16799052025412240542010-11-23T20:58:00.000-08:002010-12-03T22:03:32.043-08:00Wacky Wednesday<div align="center">Starting today I will be posting a ‘Wacky Wednesday” post. </div><div align="center">This will be a funny or wacky something related to farming. </div><div align="center"><u><strong><em>ENJOY!</em></strong></u></div><div align="center"><strong><em><u></u></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOx_OGCe27I/AAAAAAAAAcI/LW7MhDUKtCQ/s1600-h/funny4%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="funny4" border="0" height="484" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOx_O88wzyI/AAAAAAAAAcM/RYSLxFlVykE/funny4_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="funny4" width="333" /></a> </div>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-33240583758957833922010-11-23T04:32:00.001-08:002010-12-04T13:17:25.505-08:00Check out these chicks<div align="center">I’ve been <strike>talking</strike> writing a lot about Thanksgiving coming up, lets switch gears a little. Here is a series of pictures of some cute little silkie chicks. I found these locally from a breeder and wanted to add to my silkie population to one day be able to breed my own. The two adult chickens are <a href="http://rosebriarfarm.blogspot.com/2010/03/foster-parenting.html" target="_blank">Scarlett and Rhett</a> they are currently raising these; they will soon be on their own but they still need the adults to keep them warm at night. </div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0JuGFFrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vU86XgSRkus/s1600-h/silkie%20chicks%204%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="silkie chicks 4" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0KoWi-2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/PU8GQz9Yeus/silkie%20chicks%204_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="silkie chicks 4" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">Here they are on the first time out of the nursery, it was a warm afternoon.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0K7JhhXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/0wTdKx3HLuQ/s1600-h/silkie%20chicks%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="silkie chicks" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0LcKSlrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/cL55PrC_dnA/silkie%20chicks_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="silkie chicks" width="644" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0MQA44gI/AAAAAAAAAbM/5tbbDi7Ox30/s1600-h/silkie%20chicks%202%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="silkie chicks 2" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0Mp4TMzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/N-_eLeKqFwE/silkie%20chicks%202_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="silkie chicks 2" width="644" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0NIOuF8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/yky7m32jbvM/s1600-h/silkie%20chicks%203%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="silkie chicks 3" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0ObQcHCI/AAAAAAAAAbY/FP0B49LRwlU/silkie%20chicks%203_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="silkie chicks 3" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">I think the picture above is awesome, dad is making standing watch as other big chickens are nearby.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0O8v4e8I/AAAAAAAAAbc/36J8oDQ89pE/s1600-h/splash%204%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="splash 4" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0PJsbL8I/AAAAAAAAAbg/rfRTTApZsLI/splash%204_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="splash 4" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center">They love bread left over from meals or the concession stand.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0P76msTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/I-yjq_PpU7E/s1600-h/splash%201%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="splash 1" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0QV_qRJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/OnrJ9yfsIKY/splash%201_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="splash 1" width="644" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0RUIIESI/AAAAAAAAAbs/9PVZN_uBMAg/s1600-h/splash%202%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="splash 2" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0R-fEoxI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7DFHsrhPWFU/splash%202_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline;" title="splash 2" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span>And</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;">Of course I had to save the best for last. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: small;">Check out this little fellow, smiling for the camera.</span></div><br />
<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0SLcRaSI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KcOG98hg-b0/s1600-h/splash%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="splash" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOu0S7Fr75I/AAAAAAAAAb4/CLKLZ7DlL0k/splash_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" title="splash" width="644" /></a>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-68367094222797638412010-11-20T20:00:00.001-08:002010-11-21T06:42:25.369-08:00Have I come full circle?According to the free dictionary <a href="http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/come+full+circle" title="http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/come+full+circle">http://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/come+full+circle</a><br />
come/go/turn full circle: if something or someone has come full circle after changing a lot, they are now the same as they were at the beginning .<br />
I have mentioned my Great <a href="http://rosebriarfarm.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html" target="_blank">Uncle Hoolie</a> before in my blogging, he is the person who planted the crazy idea in my head to be a farmer. I used to visit his farm as a child and he would teach me things about cattle, tractors, equipment, etc as well as let me play. His son John Glen, my cousin was one of my best cousins growing up we would spend hours playing on the farm. Well last night instead of going to the football game Maddie ( my third child), Chris, and Cassidy (John Glen’s second and third children) all spent the night with my Grand Mother. This morning I was out feeding my animals when they all three walked over from Granny's. <br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Take a look.</span> <br />
<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZR6vb_fI/AAAAAAAAAaE/pAYkmIXAumk/s1600-h/Maddie%20Cassidy%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="Maddie Cassidy" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZSvORr4I/AAAAAAAAAaI/jvV-ReEWw5I/Maddie%20Cassidy_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="Maddie Cassidy" width="644" /></a> <br />
Maddie and Cassidy with a turkey feather.<br />
<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZTW91X8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/keRtgN_hUUc/s1600-h/cassidy%20lilly%202%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="cassidy lilly 2" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZUpwYPcI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SOukaR_KwOE/cassidy%20lilly%202_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="cassidy lilly 2" width="644" /></a><br />
Cassidy petting Lilly.<br />
<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZWGxgzKI/AAAAAAAAAaU/pqJX3BgX3Uk/s1600-h/cassidy%20rabbit%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="cassidy rabbit" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZW-oK4WI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7WQz3YQCwyc/cassidy%20rabbit_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="cassidy rabbit" width="644" /></a> <br />
Cassidy petting Bunniculla and Chris and Maddie looking at the eggs that were collected.<br />
<a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZX8yjqbI/AAAAAAAAAac/WYTm2L8ZjCk/s1600-h/Cassidy%20eggs%203%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="Cassidy eggs 3" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZYpI3jwI/AAAAAAAAAag/QPuhCDYrWQ8/Cassidy%20eggs%203_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="Cassidy eggs 3" width="644" /></a> <br />
Cassidy collecting eggs, she washed then and carried them to her mother.<br />
<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZZNDc8aI/AAAAAAAAAak/-960z-pXBcY/s1600-h/chris%20feeding%20sally%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="chris feeding sally" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZZ1mQYJI/AAAAAAAAAao/Km2R3EFVKy0/chris%20feeding%20sally_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="chris feeding sally" width="644" /></a> <br />
Chris hand feeding Sally. The leash is because she was being walked by Cassidy to get fresh green grass.<br />
<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZbF3TWVI/AAAAAAAAAas/-SiTcSeFD24/s1600-h/kids%20and%20pigs%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="kids and pigs" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZcFGCoHI/AAAAAAAAAaw/e20Zck_VhZk/kids%20and%20pigs_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="kids and pigs" width="644" /></a> <br />
Kenzie and Maddie showing them the pigs.<br />
<a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZc8wOENI/AAAAAAAAAa0/W68UkwOO78M/s1600-h/kids%20feeding%20pigs%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="kids feeding pigs" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOiZdplXW_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/aFIDcv8WtJ0/kids%20feeding%20pigs_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="kids feeding pigs" width="644" /></a> <br />
Feeding the pigs, bread.<br />
This was so much fun watching them play on my farm. It meant a lot to me.<br />
<strong>So let me explain this again: I played on my Great Uncle’s farm and today his grandchildren played on mine.</strong>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8940576522759024120.post-60205956457476509992010-11-18T18:01:00.000-08:002010-11-21T06:40:40.072-08:00Giving Thanks Party.<div align="center">I read Jen’s blog and saw the Giving Thanks Party hosted by Lynn over on <a href="http://lifeatcedarhill.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Vintage Nest</a>. While there are many things I’m thankful for, let me start by first quoting Brad Paisley </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>“But remember I’m still a guy”. </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOXYeswGKBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/t3ZLJDf1rak/s1600-h/tom%202%5B3%5D.jpg"><img alt="tom 2" border="0" height="429" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_k-9FGVYVr0E/TOXYfV0mISI/AAAAAAAAAaA/tA9zu_d39y8/tom%202_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline;" title="tom 2" width="644" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span><strong><em>FRESH TURKEY</em></strong></span></div><div align="center">While he is in the field today he will be on my Mother-in-Laws table on Thursday.</div><div align="center">Until you try it you don’t know how good it is.</div>Audleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14158367545527747756noreply@blogger.com3