In earlier American rural life, communities raised barns because many hands were required. These events occured in a social framework with a good deal of interdependence. Members of rural communities often shared family bonds going back generations. They traded with each other, worshipped with each other and celebrated with each other. Barn raisings were an integral part of life and socializing.

In our modern American life, communities don't mean nearly as much as they did back then. It is our family's goal to bring a sense of community back to our lives and those lives that touch ours.

Thursday, April 7, 2011


We had a fairly typical day here today. Well, maybe not typical, but nothing too exciting either. We started our day as usual, feeding the animals. Hubby and I then wandered over to talk to Meme and Papa about the plans for the day. We did this under the (foolish) assumption that the older two were watching the littlest one. They weren't. It took us most of the day to discover what exactly he had gotten into that had made him all glittery. This evening, I discovered it was glitter acrylic paint. Hubby verified this further while he was changing T into a nighttime diaper and found glitter poo waiting for him. Oh joy. At least we know it went straight through. I have no pictures to share with you. For that you should be pleased.
Hubby and I stretched chicken wire around part of one of the outside stalls. We are trying to make a safe enclosure for the goats and eventually for the chickens. We are also trying to do it on a budget, which is why only part of the stall in now enclosed. The wire we used was from a previous tenants' very lame attempt to make a turkey coop. We also filled in the stall area with the leftover hay from the round bales that were once out front, but have now all been fed to the cows. Ranger loves this hay and wriggles around in it so much that his nose touches his hips. We had a trash burning day as well. We wanted to burn weeds, but oh, that darn wind again.
I drove Meme, M and T into Delta to pick up some little chicks for Meme. She chose four Ameracaunas or Aracaunas. They are the ones that lay blue and green eggs. M was able to help pick them out, much to her delight.
This evening we all helped Papa and Meme move some extremely feisty cows around. As in, horrid cows. As in, they would be better off in a rodeo or the crockpot. They are terrible mothers and terrible to have to take care of. We did move one sweet cow, though, and she made up for the others. She adopted a calf from one of the horrid mothers. So in addition to nursing her own calf, she is now nursing this other one as well.
We ended our day with a glorious sunset and delicious omelets made by Hubby.


  1. Thank you for sparing us the pictorial of Glitter poop. Though I bet you could put together a coffee book of images that someone would buy.

    On that note, I find I'm curious about the glittery poop.

  2. Your nice mama cow reminds me of one of my guinea pigs. She would take care of all the babies, even if they weren't her own. She couldn't nurse them (if she didn't have her own), but she would clean them, let them hide under her, etc. The sweetest thing to see :)

  3. Luke says he approves of this poop story...because it involves "dookie sparkles"...I'm not sure what that says about him...although we are with J and thankful you spared us any photos...
    On another note, I'm glad another calf found a good mama, instead of a rotten one. From here on out, when I eat beef, I'm going to pretend it came from a terrible, abusive mother cow.