I enjoy cooking here at home the guys are reals good at asking I make something again
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Crazy day! Crazy goat!My husband spent quite some time tracing his "roots;" a DNA test on him might show how many of the family stories are accurate. One version is that a family name is Irish, another holds that it is actually a bastardized version of a French name. Another family group did quite a bit of migrating around in Europe before some of 'em crossed the ocean, so there's quite a bit of diversity possible there.
I have uncles on both sides of my family that did the family genealogy thingy; not experiencing a need to reinvent the wheel, I'm taking their respective words for it.
@getaclue quite a cluster of birthdays you have there! Hope y'all have a great time; a pool party sounds like a lot of fun.
Personally, I'm celebrating not having a pool - or rather, a pond, in my pasture anymore. We've had a couple of weeks of dry weather, and the water is now gone.
Unfortunately, that doesn't mean the hazards of water have entirely disappeared. There's a lot of peat in my soil, and the torrential downpours we experienced washed a lot of it from the higher areas and into the lowest ones out there. Most of it is firm enough to walk on, but not all . . . what's that they say about goats being born looking for a way to kill themselves?
I looked out my kitchen window, and I saw my old goat Daisy lying down near the back fence. After a while, I realized she wasn't lying down, she was stuck. She had found one of the few spots of muck that were soft and deep enough that it wouldn't support her weight, and had sunk in up to her belly. I fetched a lead rope from the shed and gingerly made my way out to her. The ground supported me (barely), but I guess goat feet are just a little too small. By digging in the muck, I managed to get my hands under her, and passed the rope under her rib cage. By pulling up on the rope, I managed to free her front legs, but she couldn't get any purchase so she just folded her legs and lay down again. I hunted up some pieces of deck board and managed to work a couple of them under her front end, then I dug down on each of her back legs until I could get hold of the hock and pull the leg free. With all of her legs free, she still just lay there. I pulled her over until she was entirely on the boards, and still, she lay there. With my sweat dripping on her, I pulled up on the rope, and yelled in frustration, "come on, you stupid beast, stand up!" Finally, she did, and ambled off as if nothing had happened. Evidently, it really was just that spot.![]()
I made lasagna in my pressure cooker--I used a spring form pan one a trivet. When it was done in the cooker, It went under a broiler to brown.
It was very good!
All i have had since we moved here is frozen pizza. I hate it, especially since it usually has small bits of peppers and i have to pick them off. They kill my guts. Maybe next time i go to Danville i will order Papa Johns.Very good and professional looking. Makes my mouth water.
Sounds like you need some good fencing.Have a neighbor problem . New Jersey neighbor's are now permanent not just weekend warriors. And they have chickens now...
DW about on the 'warpath'... they've hollard at our kids for chasing their chickens out of our garden and away from our blueberry bushes, dw sent them out to do this... The wife told them to just shoe, shu? Wave your hands and they'll move, don't chase them with sticks... They chased them with "weapons"...
DW wants me to confront them, tell them to keep their damn chickens on their own property...and leave our kids alone.
I can't. I wish they would, I no longer free range cause I don't like my birds helping themselves to our garden.
BUT, when we moved here several yrs ago now, we had chickens AND guineas free ranged, and they trespassed on their property quite often, they didn't have a problem with that, thought they were awesome and said some day they would have their own. We had tons, TONS of ducks back then, and we have a small pond but they have a huge pond, our ducks spent more time in their pond then ours, and they were ok with that...
How the F' do I tell these 'city folk' we do not want your chickens on our side, when we did the same yrs ago?
Yea I try to avoid frozen pizzas but sometimes it can't be helped.All i have had since we moved here is frozen pizza. I hate it, especially since it usually has small bits of peppers and i have to pick them off. They kill my guts. Maybe next time i go to Danville i will order Papa Johns.