We’re here!

I don’t know why I thought I’d be back on the blog the night we moved in, but I did. And I wasn’t. In fact, we didn’t have internet for a whole 3 days! It was glorious! We haven’t had a house phone in a few years, but now that we’re staying put forever, I’d like to get one again. Of course, I’m being picky about the phone itself, and “hooking it up” isn’t as simple as it used to be. Voice Over Internet Protocol {VOIP, like Vonage} + circa 1970’s phone wiring = kinda tricky. So it’s not quite ready. TV has been a challenge too, much to the chagrin of Farmer Tripp – no line of sight for Dish OR DIrecTV satellites means no network television at Owl Moon Farm.

The chickens arrived on Saturday. The hawks were here Monday and I spotted 2 nasty-looking vultures Tuesday {can you believe they’re Federally protected?!?!}. As if I needed any convincing, I’m now 100% sure it’s time for us to get a farm dog! My little hound mix is a great hunter, but he’s really only interested in deer and rabbits. He’s never been much of a predator-control dog, and he’s 11, so we’re looking into getting a puppy to help protect us and the livestock from bears, coyote, fox, birds, strangers, etc. Fortunately, a good friend of Tripp’s lives just an hour and a half from here and raises Old-Time Scotch Collies, a heritage breed of dogs with excellent all-around farm dog skills – herding, predator-control, varmint-control, family protection and general assistance. They’re sweet and gentle with their family and though they won’t attack a stranger, they’ll certainly let you know someone’s around that shouldn’t be. Kurt and Leslie at Mountain Wave Farm in Blacksburg have been very helpful in making this important decision and we look forward to visiting their new litter this weekend. The pups are about 6 weeks old now, ready for their new homes around Sept 14th. I can’t wait!

Today I dropped the children off at a friend’s house {not just a friend, Betty happens to be the woman who used to own our farm!} while I made a “quick” trip to Charlottesville to pick up some more laying hens. If you haven’t been keeping score at home, we started with 16, lost 4, got 8, lost 9, hatched 3 {all dead now} so we were down to 4 hennies. The only survivor of our original flock, our sweet Buff Orpington mama who sat on three clutches in 2013 and managed to hatch the only egg she sat on this summer; plus 2 Rhode Island Reds and an unknown hen, all of which were among the donation birds last summer. Grandpa found a posting on the CraigsList for some Buff Orpington poults {bigger than chicks but not yet old enough to lay eggs} so I went on over and got 8 hens + 1 rooster. We actually really liked our Buff rooster, but he was one of our first predator casualties in 2012. When our Barred Rock rooster turned out to be a mean SOB and he and the Dominique rooster were killed this spring, I decided any replacements would have to be Buffs. In fact, I think we’re officially moving towards 100% Buff Orpingtons now, so we will have a purebred stock. Who knows, maybe we can even sell fertilized eggs, chicks or poults!

Here’s a picture of the pen I “made” for the poults. I purchased a run extension from the local Tractor Supply designed to attach to the Chick’n + Rabbit Hutch they sell. For $129 I thought it would be a secure enclosure for the teenage chickens. Unfortunately, it doesn’t have anything on the back, so I added some 2×4 fence wire and then put some plastic tarp over top for sun/rain protection. It’s only for a week or so, until all the birds get to know each other, and in the future, we can use it when a mama has a clutch of eggs, someone needs special care or medication, or even as a puppy run. For extra security, I plan to change out the 2×4 wire for some 1×1 hardware mesh {like what’s on the rest of the pen} after the girls move into the regular chicken house next week.

Owl Moon Farm Chick Brooder

Quarantine Pen which can be a brooder, an ICU, puppy run…whatever we need.

Our new tractor should be delivered tomorrow. Honestly, I’ve left this one up to Farmer Tripp so all I really know for sure is that it’s a Kubota with a bucket on the front. Oh, and he paid the $250 extra for the canopy, so maybe we won’t get sunburnt. We’ll see about that.

I’m hoping to have another conversation with my fencing guy this week as we try to finalize our plan for the small nursery paddock. I’d like to get some goats out there ASAP, along with the chickens. I figure the goats will keep the grass low and the hennies will be enclosed enough that they won’t need to roost on my front porch or in the barn or anything. {If you have any do’s or don’ts about that, please don’t hesitate to share!} The pole barn to which the nursery paddock is attached needs a lot of TLC, so I’m hoping to get in there in the next few weeks to finish cleaning it out and to make some safe and secure livestock stalls. {How’s that for alliteration, Mrs. B??} Here’s a video I took last week after an hour or so of cleaning one of the stalls. Lots of wood to chop before the cool weather sets in…

Chomping at the bit…

You know when you’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for something, something that takes a lot of preparation and planning, and you’ve been thinking, “I’ll only need 2-3 days to pack,” and then moving day is, like, tomorrow, and you’re still not packed? Ya, that’s how I’m feeling.

Seriously, with almost an entire summer gone by waiting for this big huge deal of a move to happen, and we’re 36 hours from go-time and I’m not finished packing. Knowing the kids won’t have a nap tomorrow, and probably not Friday either, I’m letting them snooze a little late. Which means I’m here on the couch, updating my blog theme {don’t you love it??}, making important decisions regarding the Ladies Homestead Gathering Facebook Policies {I hate that we have to have them, but, we do} and not packing. We packed a few boxes this morning, and we’re “pretty much done,” but there is enough still left to do that I should be doing that instead of this….

In other exciting news, we were able to bump the closing up to tomorrow afternoon, instead of Friday, so we’ll be spending the day in Lexington with the walkthrough, the refrigerator delivery {fingers crossed – the next available delivery date is the 19th!!!}, and then off to the attorney’s office at 3. We’ll come home, sleep a little, and then head back out there early Friday {it’s about an hour an a half from my dad’s, where we’ve been staying all summer} for the unpackers due to arrive at 9am. A quick little new home blessing and we’ll be frantically squeezing our lives into a sweet little house made just for us. If I don’t look forward to the stress and exhaustion coming my way this weekend how will I be able to appreciate the quiet and the peace and the love that is to come when it’s complete? {OvO}

Front Porch

Homecoming

My new kitchen

Other than the farm itself, the place I think about most often is the kitchen. When I’m preparing a meal, or when we’re sitting around the table eating one. When I’m reaching in the fridge for the milk… Every now and then I feel a little tickle in my tummy, like the one you feel when the phone rings after hours of waiting for your beloved to call.

Owl Moon Farmhouse Kitchen

Nothin’ fancy. Just right.

I’ve never been able to explain moments like these, but I’ve been feeling them for years. I even gave the sensation a name – PREjevu, instead of dejavu. Because they aren’t flashbacks, like I’ve been there before. Instead, it feels a flash of the future. But not a specific activity or anything, just a feeling. The warmth, the smell, the wood floor under foot. As quick as a blink of an eye, and then they’re gone.

I’ve been looking for this home for nearly 15 years. Feeling like my home was calling me. Searching high and low. Making everyone around me crazy. But we’ve found it. Finally. And next Friday night I’ll be sleeping {on an air mattress} in the home I’ve been looking for. OvO