Snapshots Around the Garden


Bok Choy

Bok Choy



Rows, and rows

Rows, and rows



Squash starting to bloom

Squash starting to bloom





Cabbage - are those not beautiful colors?

Cabbage - are those not beautiful colors?





Another New Baby


Summer is not the best time for babies to be born on a farm, but it seems to be happening quite often around here lately.  Next year we plan to separate the boars and the sows so we won’t be having piglets in the hottest months.  Giving birth and nursing babies is very hard in high heat.  We have not lost any mama pigs this year, but it could definitely happen.  We pull the bulls out from the cows so they calve from September through May for the same reason.  When they calve in this heat, they are under way too much stress and the cows can even die.  They also do not give as much milk because of the heat stress.

Come On, Prissy, Let's Go

I had one mare bred this year, and she should have been due in June, but she held out until today to give us a July 4th baby.  It is a little boy (a colt) and he looks like he will be black (or a dark chocolate brown like his mother).   Kent called me this morning when he left out to let me know she had finally decided to have the baby.  When Sky got up we headed out to check out the new addition.  Even one of the cats went with us.  Here’s Prissy as she accompanied us.

Let's Take a Break

Sky had do stop and rest in the shade.  Even at 9am it was already getting hot out there.  Of course the dogs had to go too.  That’s Ranger (my Standard Poodle who needs his haircut finished).





The colt was only a few hours old when we got out there.  Molly, his mother, just wanted to rest.

Tired Mama

She’s a great kid horse, very much the babysitter, and she loves Sky.  I can put Sky on her out in the pasture without even a halter and Molly will stand very still.  Of course it only takes a short time for Sky to be ready to get down.  I was able to get right up to Molly and the baby, even carrying Sky.  Molly was less thrilled with the dogs wanting to see what was going on, but she let us come up and pet the baby while he nursed.  It’s always good to get your hands on a new foal as soon as possible so it accepts people easily.

When we got closer, she got up and I got a better look at the new boy.  Last year’s filly out of Molly, with the same father had a beautiful blanket over her rump when she was born.

Vacera, Last Year's Baby

The father of these two is a beautiful, cream colored horse with beautiful Appaloosa markings.  He is registered as a Tiger Horse, a registry for gaited horses with Appaloosa markings.  Gaited horses have extra gears.  They may trot, but they also do some smoother gait or gaits between a walk and a canter.  If you are not a horse person, that probably doesn’t mean much.  If anyone is interested, contact me and I’ll be happy to elaborate.

This year’s colt shows signs of developing spots.  He has stipes on his hooves, and the sclera of his eyes are white (most horses have brown pigment around the “colored” part of the eye, the “whites” of their eyes are not truly white.)  It will be fun to watch this boy’s coat change color.  Some of them develop spots over several years, sometimes changing every year of their life.   Here he is up close.

I'm So Hungry!

Whoa! How Do These Legs Work, Again?

Where Are We Going, Mom? 


Walking Home

Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

Yesterday was Grandpa’s birthday.  Sky helped him blow out the candle on his cake.  Of course, she helped him eat it, too.

Petunia and Sky

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For comparison, this first picture is Sky with the piglet the day Petunia was born.   She was so tiny.  It is just amazing how quickly she is growing.   Of course, the rest of her littermates are growing much faster, but they are drinking mother’s milk free choice.  Petunia is getting goat’s milk several times a day, and the little stinker is still growing like a weed.  She has gotten to the point she will follow me around the yard, but does not appreciate being picked up.  Not that she ever really liked it, I guess she has just gotten big enough to object more effectively.  Here she is this morning 

Since we took her to Galveston with her, it of course was imperative that she go to the beach.  Here she is helping Sky pick up shells.

Ok, I’ll stop with the Petunia posts for now, especially since I have some pork posts to put up.  It just doesn’t seem right, somehow, to do both in one post, so there’ll be another one shortly.

This Little Piggy Went to Market…


Oh, that was just too easy.

Petunia in the Cat Crate

Yes, when you are feeding a critter every 2 hours, you pretty much take it everywhere you go.  And I picked Petunia up on a Friday, so Saturday morning, off we went to Coppell for the Farmers Market.  And so did she.  In the cat crate.

She was quite a hit at the market.  People thought we had a very strange puppy.

I Want More, More, More...

The kids (and quite a few of the adults) were fascinated and wanted to pet her.  Since she was so young, I was a little cautious with her.  I was afraid too much handling would be more than she could deal with.  She came through like a trouper, though.

Sky loves Petunia, when she was still living in the cat crate, we could not leave the house without the pig.  It was just not allowed.

Here are my two little piglets.

Sky Loves Petunia

Our New Mascot?

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Sometimes you just end up in the right place at the right time.  I guess that’s one way to look at it.  There have been times, though, in the last two weeks that I have thought otherwise.  But I am getting ahead of myself.

Now What Am I Going to Do With You?

Two weeks ago, I went out to get some pictures for the new website.  One of the sows was having babies, and I wanted some pictures of the little piggies.  Mama stood up while I was standing there, and one little squealer fell

Petunia in the Milk Crate

Tiny Little Piggy

into the hollow where she had been laying.  It was much smaller than the others and obviously very weak.  I knew it was going to get laid on and squished.  So what did I in all my brilliance do?  I grabbed it up and saved it.

Boy, oh boy.  That meant I was the proud new custodian of what was now an orphan pig.  There were 10 in the litter, and the rest were about twice her size, so she didn’t stand a chance, particularly being as weak as she was.  Here’s little Petunia when I first brought her home.  She fit into the corner of a milk crate.

OK, so what do I feed a newborn pig?  I wasn’t going to go milk the sow, that was for certain.  I did a little research and decided the neighbors’ goat milk would be the best option.  Thy are still waiting for their milk barn to be finished so they can get graded on.  Then we can buy milk from them to sell and make cheese (watch for updates).  For now they are just feeding baby goats, calves, dogs, whatever.  So I got permission to snag milk for my new pet.  First, though, we had a bottle of cow colostrum (the first milk with lots of antibodies and other good stuff).  That’s what I fed her the first 48 hours.  Every 2 HOURS.  The every 2 hours thing went on for about the first week until I finally figured out I could prop the bottle up at night and she could drink when she wanted to.

You will be hearing more about Petunia…