Saturday, March 31, 2012

Pasture Management


Even after nearly 25 years we still have pasture issues. The weeds never give up. I have sprayed, not sprayed. What I know for sure, however, is you have to spray. Nature won't appreciate your efforts at 'going green' by rewarding you with less weeds.
Depending on what your purpose is for fields you have different programs to work. In the case of horses, like we have, they let you know what they will eat and what they won't. I read that most livestock will eat this disgusting 'dock'. Not horses. They will make a big deal of dropping manure all around the weed and fertilizing it so that it spreads and grows big. My newest method is to use 2-4-D with some dish soap.
Dock weed is invasive, ugly and a nuisance but this milkweed is bad news. Noxious and deadly as well as invasive. I can see dried stands of it all over the place so I have to go after it.
Since this is early spring and only the dock is sprouting up I will focus on it but keep an eye out for the deadly milkweed to show it's scrawny leaves.
This is satisfying work. There is fence repair and ditch work and on it all goes until the end of fall. In the urban areas there is more strife, crowding, fighting, despair than I can deal with. I would not trade my battle with the weeds for a mansion in a concrete jungle.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Welcome Spring

Spring is popping up all over the place here. Yippeee. So a pic of the stallion seems like a good idea. He is lovely. Maybe we will breed a few mares. I miss having foals.
Now that we are older we seem to have figured out things better. Like how to prep the garden and protect it from the deer. Like how to only paint part of the house instead of taking on a whole project. Like making the pastures grow lusher with a little more ditching, furrowing and spraying of noxious weeds.
Birds are out, ravens in their tippy top nest. I heard whistle pigs today and so did the dogs. They spent a lot of time looking into holes in the rock walls wanting to jump on one if it peeked out. The whistle pigs will scream at the dogs and the people all spring and summer until they go back into the rocks to hibernate.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Dogs

From about 1999 we have bred/raised these superior creatures called Rat Terriers. What a wonderful advendure. Our starters are gone but not forgotten. We have lost some precious friends and have supplied many more friends to people far and wide. We have slowed down and so has the pack. Teddy, bottom right, is now the oldest. His son, Louis, is next to him on the left. Above are Lucy and Lucky. They are the youngest. They are Ted's great grand kids. Missing from the pic are DejaBlue, Stetson and Malia. Yep, all of them live amongst us on the farm and it is glorious!