Welcome to the World, Ashed Pyramid!

Hi, it's Celia again.

Yes, Ashed Pyramid is the name of our newest addition to the micro farm. Ashed Pyramid is a goat cheese from Australia. I am going to call him "Ash". And take a look at this sweet little boy. Doesn't he look like he should be named Ash?

Babybel had him sometime on Sunday morning. Mom went to let Mali out to be milked, and surprise! Little Ash was standing there. Babybel only had one kid, which is unusual for a goat. Most of the time they have twins. But he is cute and sweet enough for two goats.

Mom and I handle the baby goats right away, and every day. Some goat farmers wait a few days to handle kids, and some never do. But we want them to think we are part of the herd. Our goats don't trust

all people, but they will trust us, and they'll know our voice.

We've never had kids this late in the year, and in some ways it's nice (we don't have to worry about the freezing temperatures) and in some ways it's not. Mrs. Binkley, our neighbor who raises sheep, told us to watch out for flystrike, which is when a fly lays eggs in the kid's fresh umbilical cord. She said a baby can die very quickly from that. So Mom's got to do some research on that (thanks, Mom!).

We were really hoping we would have three dairy goats this year, but it doesn't look like we are. Mali is producing, and gives us lots of milk every morning. Brie had a miscarriage, so she never produced milk. And now Babybel only has one kid, so she won't produce much milk. I'll probably try to milk her anyway, but it is a little disappointing. Sometimes being a farmer is tough. But it sure is a lot of fun when you have a new baby goat to play with!

Goats and Worms and Pine Trees

Hi, it's Celia again.

As most of the East Coast knows, we had a HORRIBLE winter! Here on the micro farm the cold and ice did a lot of damage. The ice coated the branches of our trees and made them so heavy that some of the branches broke off. We even had some trees that that completely came down. Farm Hand Dad spent a lot of time this spring cutting up wood. But this isn't all bad news.

One of Mom's pine trees was uprooted. Mom wasn't too happy about it, but the good news is we could feed it to the goats. Pine is a natural worm killer. Goats can get worms in their stomachs, which will quickly cause anemia, and possibly death. Mom and I don't like to use medicinal wormers unless we have to, because we drink the goats' milk. So we feed the goats a lot of pine. Because this tree came down we had all the pine we wanted! But we couldn't feed it all at one time, because that gives the goats diarrhea (I'm sure glad I had spell check for that word!). So we've been giving the goats pine branches a little bit at a time. Here's Brie enjoying it.

And here's Babybel. Doesn't it look like she's smiling?

Hatching a Robin's Egg...or Not

Hi, it's Celia again.

Two weeks ago I was working at my mucking job, and my friend Autumn and I found a robin's nest. Normally we wouldn't disturb a bird's nest, but the mom had built it right on top of the hay stack, and we needed the hay to feed the horses. So we had no choice but to move the nest. But instead of letting the eggs die, Autumn and I each took two of the eggs and decided to incubate them at home. Right away I accidentally broke one of the eggs. But the second one I handled more carefully, and it actually made it home.

My mom knows a little bit about incubating eggs. She doesn't have an incubator, but she has tried to get hens to sit on eggs. So she was the closest I had to an "eggspert" on hatching eggs. (Sorry, that pun was awful.) She didn't hold out a whole lot of hope for my incubation efforts.

"It's not going to work. They not only need uniform heat, but proper humidity. How are you going to achieve that?" she asked me.
"Well, I'll use a heating pad. Unless you want to run out and buy me an incubator..." I didn't think she would, but it was worth trying.
"No. I don't want an incubator. They're expensive and my understanding is the failure rate is pretty high."
"But I'm homeschooled! Isn't this what homeschoolers do?"
"Nope. Not this homeschooler. How about we scramble the egg and eat it for breakfast?"
"MOM!!"
What a grouch she was.

Anyway, I decided to undertake "Operation Jeffrey". I personally believe that if you speak like something is going to happen, then that helps it happen. So I named the egg Jeffrey, with the hope that he would actually hatch.

Here I am holding the egg up to the light to see if there was a baby developing. I saw a little gray spot which I was sure was the chick.

"No it's not. It's the air pocket," Mom told me.
Bah humbug.

 And here I am placing the egg in a nest of horse hair. Surely this will keep it safe until it hatches.

"What are you going to do when it hatches? You know that you'll have to chew up an earthworm and then spit it into the baby bird's mouth, don't you? That's what the mom would do. Think you can do that?" Mom was on a roll.

"No, mom, I'm not going to chew up an earthworm and spit it into Jeffrey's mouth. I'll think of something else." Sheesh.

I'm expecting Jeffrey to hatch in a few more days. If he doesn't, I'm going to break open the egg and see what's in there. I'll be sure to post pictures!

Homeschool Fun!

Hi, it's Celia again.

Mom homeschools me and my big brother, John. My other brother, James, is cyber schooled. That means he does public school at home. But John and I are "traditional" which means Mom picks the curriculum and all of our classes. I like being homeschooled because I can study what I want sometimes. This year I did a study on photography. It included science, history, vocabulary, and, of course, art!

One of the most frequent questions  Mom gets about homeschooling is about "socialization". People who are unfamiliar with homeschooling think we never leave the house. That is not true. We take classes at our co-op and other places. All three of us kids have jobs. And we volunteer. Mom says she wishes we were a little more "unsocialized" because then she could stay home and get more cleaning done.

Anyway, yesterday was our homeschool co-op's track and field day. It was FUN! Some of the events were the 50 yard dash, long jump, obstacle course, soccer kick, and long distance run.

Here's a picture of me running the hurdles.

And here's a picture of me with my friends, Emily and Megan.

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Mom the Bee"keeper"

Hi, it's Celia again.

Doesn't the word "beekeeper" mean that you actually keep bees? That you "keep" them alive?

My mom is a "beekeeper". She belongs to the Lancaster County Beekeepers Society, or as she calls it, the Bee Club. They have monthly meetings that my mom tries to go to, and sometimes they have banquets and picnics. She doesn't like it when we go with her. She says all we want to do is eat and leave, when she wants to eat and sit around and talk about bees. For hours. Mom and her fellow beekeepers talk about mites, and hive beetles, and pollination. Oh, and honey yield, and the best place to put a hive, and when to split the hive, and should we be treating them with powdered sugar? And did any of your hives survive the winter? It goes on and on and on.

Mom's bees always  usually die when it gets cold. She says pesticides weaken the bees and make it hard for them to survive the winter. But guess what? This year she actually had bees that survived. But it took her a little while to realize it.

January: On a warm day Mom goes out and checks the bees. She knocks on the hive and listens for buzzing. Nothing. She peeks into the hive and sees a cluster of dead bees. She declares the hive dead.

Beginning of March: John comes in to the house and tells Mom there are bees flying in and out of the hive. She says they are probably robbers stealing any honey that was left from the dead hive. She tells him she'll take a look.

Mid March: She walks down to the hive. Surprise! There are bees flying in and out, and they're bringing in pollen. A sure sign of a working hive. She puts on her bee suit, opens the hive, and yes, there are bees. A small cluster, but they have a queen so Mom's happy.

End of March: She goes to see the hive again. No bees are flying in and out. She didn't have time to suit up, so she assumes the hive is dead.

April: John and I were down near the hive shooting the bb and pump guns, and guess what! There are bees flying in and out of the hive. We told Mom, and she walked down, saw lots of bees, and declared the hive alive again. It's a bee miracle!

So Mom can now say that she managed to keep a hive alive over the winter. Woo hoo! I just hope we get some delicious honey.

One Trick Pony (And Working on More)

Hi it's Celia again.

I've been teaching Molly a trick. She's one smart pony!

Milking the Goat is Now a One Man (or Woman) Job

Hi, it's Celia again.

I've been sick. Nothing major, just a cold, but my throat is really sore and I've been sleeping a lot. So on Saturday morning my mom decided to let me sleep, rather than wake me up to milk the goat. But that left her in a pickle, because up to this point we've been milking the goat together, and she wasn't quite sure how she was going to milk Mali by herself. Normally Mom would just wait until I woke up and we'd milk her together, but she had to go cater, so she didn't have time to wait. Dad had to leave, too, so he couldn't help her. After thinking for a few minutes, she asked Dad to screw a bucket to the front of the milking stand so Mali could eat grain while she milked. And it worked!

Mom let Mali out of the goat yard. Mali is trained to walk down to her milking stand, put her head through the stanchion, and wait to be milked. And with the bucket on the front she just contentedly ate while Mom milked her.

This opens up so many possibilities! Previously if both Mom and I weren't home we couldn't milk, but now we can. And we might be able to talk Farm Hand Dad into making a second milking stand, so after Babybel has her kids we can each milk a goat simultaneously.

Who would have thought a bucket and a couple of screws could make life so much easier?

That's not to say the milking went perfectly. Mom told me Babybel and Brie conspired to break out of the goat pen, and she ripped her pants trying to restrain them. She also fell twice and has some nasty scratches on her arm. But she doesn't care. She's just as thrilled as I am about the bucket.

Three Reasons Why You Should Never...

Hi, it's Celia again.

It seems like it would be very convenient to use your jacket pockets when you are collecting eggs. Seems reasonable, right? But there are three reasons why you should not put eggs in your jacket pocket.

1. You will bend over and the eggs will fall out, immediately cracking when they hit the ground.

2. A goat will jump on you and smash them.

3. You will forget they are in there, hang your jacket in the mudroom, and not need it again for two months. This means you will have to throw the eggs away.

Please don't ask how I know these things.

Micro Farm in Pictures (10)

Hi, it's Celia again.

Here's a review of my week in pictures.

Me and Cooper enjoying the sun.

And Cooper eating Mom's flowers

Here I am about to drink some of our bees' honey, a sure cure for a sore throat.

And this is my RC truck with bread shoved in the bumper. I'm trying to get the hens to come up to it.

And my cat, Peanut.

I hope you had a good week, too!