January Thaw

The barn reached another major milestone: it's all closed in. We built and hung the hayloft doors last weekend, when it was unseasonably, snow-meltingly warm. First the west side:

Then the east side:

The goats liked the little thaw. I think they feel better when they can see some grass. Miss Jasmine (AKA Gremily) got a pretty new pink collar too. What a beauty!

Happy Holidays

Happy holidays from the land of plenty. Plenty of cat:

Plenty of jars:

Plenty of pit bull cousins passed out in front of the fire:

Plenty of snow:

Luckily, the barn doors were on just in the (Saint) Nick of time! We here at the farm hope your dark season is warm and merry and bright.

Did I Miss Something?

Oh right, November. What can I say? I was working off the farm (like, for wages) and I kind of forgot about the farm blog. Acknowledging that I still owe the blog some attention, a few highlights:

The Annual Ethel Kamin Memorial Jell-O Mold

Best Use for Leftover Stuffing: Put an Egg On It

Fireside Dogbed Snuggle Times

Farmyard Snuggle Times...or a Two-Headed Goat

Here's hoping for a bloggier December.

Enjoying Fall While It Lasts (Before We Get Dumped On)

Bittersweet time, October. You know the snow's going to fly eventually, but not when, or how much, or for how long. So you prepare for winter, stacking firewood and changing out the storm windows and stocking the pantry and all. These logs came from our property, which is kind of satisfying.

At the same time, though, there's a little bit of summer still hanging on. Every tomato you eat might be the last one. This was certainly the last ratatouille of the year. It's nice to have the oven on for six hours on a chilly autumn day when you're too stubborn to admit that it's probably time to turn on the heat.

The goats are enjoying what remains of their time on pasture, with a few crunchy fall leaves thrown in for variety.

 They stay warm by eating all day and snuggling all night. Sounds like a pretty good life, doesn't it?

Autumn Morning Milking

Even though it becomes harder to get out of bed on chilly fall mornings when it's not quite light out, once we are up and out, we are instantly, generously rewarded. The air is crisp and cool. As we set out, we can see the sun rising through the trees. The hill is still in shadow.

Sunrise, 6:30 AM

When we reach the goatyard, the goats are already grazing. They yell and gallop and jump around, pleased to see us. 

Jasmine, 6:40 AM

As we settle into the milking routine, the rising sun begins to illuminate the tops of the trees in the west.

6:50 AM

Little by little, the sunlight spreads over the hill.

7:00 AM

When we head back down, it is fully daytime, and we are fully awake. I'm grateful to the goats for getting me out of my warm bed to experience the quiet majesty of autumn mornings.

7:10 AM

The Hardest-Working Woman on the Farm

Who is the hardest-working woman at Cotton Hill Farm? Not any of these goats, though their brush-hogging skills are impressive.

Water Cooler Gossip

Not the hens, although they are laying quite nicely, and not me, though I did make three cheeses at the same time yesterday afternoon. Certainly not Rose of Sharon.

Rosie's Job is Purely Ornamental 

No, the dedicated worker in question is a more shadowy figure, known to us only as Little Grey Cat, L.G.C. for short.

L.G.C. on the J.O.B. 

LGC has been around here for several years, maybe even longer than we have. Sometimes in the winter I've looked out the window to see her stalking some critter, her dark fur stark against the snow. Two summers ago, she had kittens in our garden shed; all but one died within a week. 

We've been seeing LGC around a lot the last few weeks, and the other morning I found three little black kittens and the head of one mouse in the shed. The kitties look like they're already a month old at least. Later that day LGC brought them at least two more mice. What a good mom!

Cute Kitten Eating Lunch.  

That Was Summer

Last week, for the first time in months, we slept without the fan on. Last night, I noticed it was dark before eight. The asters are in bloom, the hummingbirds have gone, and the mornings are chilly. Summer is definitely on its way out.

The goats are making the most of what remains of summer. We had high-tensile fence installed around their pasture, so these days they are roaming free in the mornings, eating up the clumps that never made it into any of their pens. The weeds are so tall, you can't even see the kids. They go back to their sheds all fat and happy for a midday rest.

 

Meanwhile, down the hill, the vegetable garden is just getting good. I guess I was running a little late in the spring, so we still don't have mature eggplants or full-size tomatoes, but we do have a giant sprawl of winter squash. I'm also very excited for edamame - any day now.

 

Maybe when autumn is here I'll be a little more responsible about updating the blog. Enjoy the ends of summer, folks!