Angus Le Boeuf Well the homestead slash farm is slowly growing. We have been working hard on getting animal pens prepped for winter, hay stored, and buildings put up. The two buildings we’ve concentrated on recently are a new and improved chicken coop that will keep critters and the cold out once the snow sets in; and a storage shed where I can park our ride on lawn mower, tools, and stuff that usually clutters the garage. Marnee calls it my “manly clutter space”. Anywho, I was shingling the roof of the chicken coop and slipped and fell. I started falling at the peak of the roof, head first, but the Lord showed me a tender mercy by helping me flip around as I went over the edge. He also brought back to my memory the lessons I learned more than 20 years ago in the first few days of Army jump school, (I actually failed Jump School, but I was there long enough to learn a parachute landing fall [PLF]). Unconsciously I immediately went through the steps those drill sergeants taught me and hit the ground with my feet together and followed my momentum down to the ground and rolled away from the building. Now, I still hit the ground like a big old heavy bag of poop, and I lay on the ground for a bit taking inventory of what hurt and the tender mercy is that nothing was broken. I got back up and finished shingling the roof. But I spent the next day in bed. By Wednesday I was able to get around without the cane and accompanied our neighbor to the cattle auction to drop off some cattle he was selling. We bought our first cow this week. The plan is to raise him until next fall and butcher him for beef. We got a little 3 month old Black Angus steer. He’s a black and fuzzy; he’s also blind in both eyes and has a condition called Spider Leg in both his front legs. He makes a great companion for the goats and they are getting used to sharing a pen with him. We were going to name him Bergermeister, like the bad guy from that old Christmas movie, but instead we named him Angus. (Hes a Black Angus). I like to call him Angus Le Boeuf because thats French for the beef. The weather has been pretty chilly, but we had a great day on Saturday and spent almost all day finishing the roof on the shed, and other outside activities. But as the sun was getting ready for bed Hyrum was trying to round up the chickens and couldn’t find our rooster. He simply disappeared; without a trace! It could have been the hawks, but he was a pretty big bird himself. But the neighbors think, more than likely, the coyotes got him. We are all pretty bummed that “The Doctor” is no longer with us; his hens are especially missing him. We had a great family from Utah visit, tour our little piece of heaven, and have dinner with us. Thank you to the entire Byrd family for spending time here and hopefully falling in love with our little peaceful valley. That’s all for this time, as always, we hope you can make time to come by and enjoy the view, and maybe a meal too.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 03:49:38 +0000
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