Well let’s start with the weather. Doesn’t everything start with weather? Here in Michigan we had 70 degrees yesterday after which came severe weather. We had 2 inches of rain in about 36 hours. Everything is soaked but the good news is that the pond is filling up and the grass is getting green. The crocus and iris reticulata are blooming. However it is supposed to snow tonight. Welcome to spring in Michigan. It won’t stick, but the cold isn’t welcome.

The sheep are starting to get a little grass. Thank God because hay at 6 dollars a bale is hard on the budget. If the weather holds we should be done buying it in a week or two. Taco the bottle lamb has finally became part of the sheep herd. He has a girlfriend, one of his cousins. I have even quit giving him a bottle and he is eating hay, like a sheep should. I still sneak him some animal cookies everyday.

We had a new baby lamb born about 2 weeks ago. It is another Hereford marked one but I still don’t know whether it’s a boy or girl. Susan surprised us with two Jack Russell puppies, we knew she got bred but she never looked pg. One died, but the other little female is doing fine. The cocker pups are eating well and trying to get out of their pen constantly. One little female is the most successful, then she waddles over to me and wags her little stub tail wanting to be picked up.

We had Gus the stud Jack Russell neutered but it didn’t stop him from tearing open his kennel again and then into Crickets kennel a week later. The vet says we may still have puppies from this, sperm still lives in the reproductive tract a while. We have left him with Cricket, we have new kennels to put together for the outside dogs, but the weather and time haven’t allowed us to get them done yet.

We had a young couple stop by the farm looking for scrap metal. He was out of work and they were cleaning up yards etc for metal to sell. I showed them the back of the barn were we had a tangled mess of old wire pens and told them they could have that. Then we looked at the shed tacked onto the back side of the barn that was collapsing. We didn’t feed the sheep from the barn this winter because I didn’t think that mess would hold up all winter and would fall on them or make getting feed to them hard.

Anyway they agreed to tear it all down and stack the good lumber if I gave them my old car. In one day while I was at work they ripped it all down, sorted and stacked everything and hauled a bunch of it away or burned it. This was a big shed, 20 by 12, that we had built with pallets, (yes pallets), about 12 years ago. Had we put a better roof on it, it might have lasted longer. I had to burn some more of the old pallets the next day and then they came and removed the rest. There is still some rusty fence here and a pile of old roofing but the change is immense.

The barn possum was a casualty though. He was hiding in some wood when it got thrown in the fire. The back side of the barn cats were all a little spooked but I fixed them some new beds just inside the back door of the main barn and they are settling in.

Next we tackled the fence between the dog yard and the sheep pasture. The dogs have been terrible this spring getting out under the old chain link. The wood posts we had were rotted and the bottom gave too much, they could dig a little then push the bottom and lift it up to go under. Steve freaks out when they get out when I am gone, they won’t let him catch them and he can’t move fast enough. I had tons of cinder blocks and boards along the bottom but nothing worked for long, they just found another spot.

So last Sunday we replaced it all with 5 foot high welded wire on metal posts. It was the first big day long project we had done in a good while and we were both exhausted. I put a board all along the bottom that I nailed to the fence, laying on my belly in the pasture. The next day I had to fix a spot where Ginger got through but it’s been fine since. We still have to replace the walk gate and re-work the drive gate but we are almost done with that. Then it’s on to replacing the fence along the back of the barn, and rebuilding the dog kennels. And the east pasture needs the fence along the woods repaired and up by the orchard.

I want to take some of the old lumber and make raised garden beds for vegetables, all the flower beds need cleaning out and I have baby chicks arriving Tuesday to get ready for. We need to make a new trellis for the grapes and move them as they are in too much shade now. And then of course there is the porch/laundry room roof that needs to be torn off and replaced, my son says he will be up around the first week of May to do that. When that’s done I want to put up a 6 foot wide deck on the east side to make it easier for Steve to get in the back door. I think we can do that. What I need is several strong grandchildren to use as labor but they are too far away!

It amazes me what changes this house and farm have been through in the 13 years we have been here. And what changes we have been through ourselves. When we moved here Steve was capable of doing things like putting up sheds from pallets, and getting in and out of the house on his own. I seemed to have a lot more energy and physical strength too. I just keep thinking that when certain things are done everything else will be easier, but the work just never seems to end. I love spring but it is such a busy time!

Meet Sadie

It is a beautiful Sunday in Michigan. One of the things about working freelance from your home is that you have to discipline yourself to actually sit down and write when the weather is like this and you would rather be outside working in the garden. I decided to start with the blog first to see if I can get myself in the mood and get the dogs calmed down enough to concentrate. Steve decided to turn off the t.v. and go outside to mow and I went into the office at the same time to write. This left the dogs on their own in the house and one of the first things they do is bark like someone is at the door- if that doesn’t bring me out of the office they get into a fight. The terrier girls usually gang up on Honey, the cocker. This brings me flying out of the office to break it up- which is what they wanted so I am rewarding them. But if I don’t break it up Honey may get hurt, so I am stuck either way. I just went out and got two of the terrors,[ yes the spelling is right] in the house- they go out the dog door into the yard and fight outside the office window. That is so they know I will hear them. I locked them in the bedroom where they are now barking and slamming themselves against the door. They can’t come in the office with me because Cricket and Hardy live in the office. They have their own dog door to an outside pen. Cricket hates every other female dog in the world with a passion, although she gets along just fine with males and people. She is a Yorky- Jack Russell cross not a pitbull, although you would never know it. She weighs about 15 pounds but every other female on the place is terrified of her. If she gets out they all try to hide. She does leave my old female Border collie mix Hazel alone but not Honey, the cocker, who is at least twice her size. So she was banished to live with her son in the office where my time in here is supposed to be her time to have my attention. Why these dogs are so attention hungry is beyond me. Now that Steve is no longer working they have someone to follow around and sit on 90% of the time. Yet all I have to do is go in here to work or go outside when he is also outside and all heck breaks out.
As you can see from the above, we have a lot of dogs. I should be an expert on dog behavior and I guess I am on a lot of their normal dog behavior. Some one who lives with this many dogs should know how to control them with a single word. HaH! Jack Russells are not normal dogs and 10 of the 14 dogs here are Jack Russell or Jack Russell crosses. They are very smart and manipulative. They are very aggressive with each other. They love people as a rule, although it may take them a few minutes to trust a stranger. But get them excited about something and they start fighting each other or they are biting the back of your legs as you attempt to address what caused the commotion. That’s why they are muzzled when they participate in races. Why do I keep them? Well, if I had really known what they were like before I got my first pair to breed I might have had second thoughts. I used to breed Yorkies. They have a little terrier grit, but nothing like Jacks. But we had moved to the country and wanted more outdoorsy dogs.
Someone gave us our first Jack, Sadie. She was a pup still, about 5 months old. She loves people with a passion, she will lick anyone to death. She was always licking the child of the germ phobic previous owner and when I say lick, she has an obsession to get right in your face and try to lick your mouth. So we got her, we loved her because she was so playful and sweet. She actually curls her lips back into a mimic of a human smile to try and get you to pick her up. You can tell her to smile and she does it. When you do pick her up she goes right for your face with her tongue. Over the years we have learned to deal with it. She knows she isn’t supposed to actually kiss us, so she air kisses, she gets her tongue going lickity -lick but just not quite touching- unless you talk sweet to her, which is more than she can stand. Sadie - or grannydog as we now call her, is getting older and likes to spend most of her time under the covers of our bed sleeping. If she can’t get to the bed and it’s at all cold- like under 80- she will find another way to cover herself up, like pulling the cover off the chair down around her, or jumping in the clothes hamper. But at any whisper of excitement she throws herself quite vigorously into the fray and growing older hasn’t slowed her much. She is also one of the time keepers- Hazel is the other- that means she knows when certain things are supposed to be done, like snacks or bedtime and she wants to make sure that the schedule is followed. She gets restless and starts pacing or barking, which makes the other dogs take notice too. She gets on you and tries to “kiss” you. She pulls at bedcovers, whatever it takes. Now our dogs can come and go into the yard as they want through a dog door so it’s not nature calling. They have food and water available at all times too. So it’s not what she needs but what she wants. Before bed we have the hotdog ritual. Hazel needs medication each night so she gets it in a piece of hotdog. Everyone else needs to get a piece too or she suspects a trick- like someone trying to give her meds. So the hotdog thing is a ritual and that ritual should take place as close to 10:30 pm as possible, according to Sadie and Hazel. Hazel is a very good old girl and will go lay back down if told to- but Sadie will not. My husband takes a nap at a certain time each day and Sadie loves to nap with someone. She will leave her spot under the covers and come get him when it’s time and he better not want to do something else. And so on. Sadie can tell time. And she bugs you until you get very mad or give in. Once she has told all the other dogs its time for something and they get in on the act, its mayhem. They watch me intently. My slightest move in the chair, even the word OK spoken to my husband about something- dogs do understand human speech- begins the barking and jumping. If you ignore it things may quiet down until the next wrong word or move a few minutes later and usually it’s just not worth the hassle.
So you have met Sadie. I will introduce some of the others another time. Dogs are like kids. Sometimes you don’t know why you have them but you love them anyway.