My Readers From The Ukraine

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Wow, would I have thought that last year when I started writing this blog that it would go global? 

No.

Is it exciting?

Yes!

So I was checking the stats on my blog, and I'm able to see who reads it and from what country they are from.  Even though it varies from week to week and with the USA always being my top percentage of readers, I'm always fascinated with who else reads. 

This week, my #2 reading country was the Ukraine. 

To me that is cool.  What makes people from a different country want to read about some hick country girl and her funny farm life from across the globe?

I did some research on the Ukraine tonight.  Wow, what a beautiful country.  The land is very fertile and is called the "breadbasket of Europe." 

Take some time to read about the country and look at it's agriculture. 

Ukrainians, you are fascinating.  And, thanks for reading my blog.  I appreciate it.  Also take the time to leave me a comment to tell how you found me, and if you have read it before.  As well as what you do for work, is it in the agriculture field?  I think its neat to let people see what you do. 


Many thanks!
Fairchild Farmgirl

I'll Just Say...Cold.

Friday we worked cattle.  The kids had the day off from school. 

Helpers!!

We only had 70 head to do.  That was nice.  The vets came out and were like, "So were preg checking?"  With puzzled looks on their faces. 

"Noooo!"  I started laughing.  Their secretary had said that we were going to preg check all the cows and they brought out all their gear for nothing.  We had a good laugh when Big D said, if they wanted to check the three bulls maybe. 

Before we get started though, notice how crappy the weather looks.  It was a beautiful week and most days we wore sweatshirts.  Until today.  Misting and cold.  That white on the fence - ice.

First of all, it's a science.  Bring it and they will come.  On the other side of the gate to the left, is the rest of the cattle.  They don't want to get off the mound in the lower lot, unless...Big Daddy brings in cornstalks.

They  come up...like a mouse to cheese. 

Fluff is sizing up the situation.

The help showed up and is ready to work.  Especially the smaller guy.  He's a whirl-wind.

This poor fella, first in, and first to get banded.  He walked out really slowly.  He's fine this morning.

It was a long morning of nut sacks.  Since it was cold, none of the boys were dropping them down.  They had'em sucked up into their bodies.  It was kind of funny.  Here three people had to coax them out.  I won't say how.  This is a family blog.  =)

So anyway, it was cold out for cattle working Friday.  Not so much fun.  It took this Farmgirl three hours to feel warmed up.  BURR!

Sincerely,

Fairchild Farmgirl wearing a sweater.

It's Sheep Shearing Day!

Here's the sheep, now they're cute.

Here's the best shearer ever! Clayton Callens.

The first victim!

This is my old crabby ewe with the best fleece ever!  Even if she didn't lamb, I'd keep her for her fleece.

The poor black one was walking around and the beige one was almost afraid of her, but the ram must have thought, "hey, who's the new girl?"  He loved her even if the other ewe's suddenly didn't want her there.

If you could see her face, this was Petunia, or as I call her Tuner who had a ginormous look of shame on her face.  Like, "Put my clothes back on!"

As long as he had 'em down, I trimmed hooves. 

After all was said and done, Ron and I thought three things;

1. They are all bred - hopefully...it's a nail biter.
2. Ten bags of wool seems like more than it is
3. The lanolin stink is all over us tonight and won't come off!

YUK!

Sincerely,
A very smelly Fairchild Farmgirl

Two Babies In One Day!

I'm going to warn you...no pics yet.

The first baby born today (by a measly hour) was a cutie named Stevie, he's my new nephew. 

 My second baby born today is a cutie named Sassy! 

Yes after 12 months of straight bull calves,

I finally got another heifer calf.

Woohoo!

Fairchild Farmgirl

Check Your Pockets Before You Go To Church & Other Useful Information

If only I'd listen to my own advice. 

This morning, I was out doing chores and I broke open a few bales for the sheep and other critters, then put the baling string in my pocket.  I continued on with my chores, got changed, threw the jacket on again and went to church.
With.A.Huge.Pocket.Full.Of.Baling.Twine

I didn't realize this until I popped off my coat while trying to sing a hymn and the twine sprang out like a jack n the box. 

Although another time I went to the NRCS office and realized that I had a dose of LA200 in my pocket in a syringe.

Sincerely,

The Check Your Pockets Fairchild Farmgirl

Something To Think About

I'm already placing my pumpkin seed order!!!

A Classified Ad

Wanted:

Readers for this blog.

No prior experience necessary.

Must be able to put up with this blogger's

writing.  When met with writer's block

she will have the dog fill in for her.

"Woof, woof."

(Dog will be addressed as Fluffbear)

You must obtain an imagination

for the situation being written about.

See the cow chasing you, feel her hot breath on your neck or

feel her quick hoof on your leg.

 Or feel her big furry head in your stomach as she's trying to

make your spouse a widow.

Ouch.

Said persons must have the stomach for the

pictures that are on the blog.  Farmer wants you

as the reader to "come along" on jobs and adventures

that she will be working on. 

Like you're right there in the middle of it, but with clean hands.

Puss. Testicles. Stomachs. Mummified calves.

Prolapses. Blood. Limps. Abscesses.

Guts.

Said readers must also have the stomach for:

cute kid pictures, sweet looking sheep, as well as a

bonehead

dog.

(Dog will be addressed as Fluffbear)

Quite frankly, the pay stinks.

But, the satisfaction of a blog well read will warm your heart

and sharpen your farmy skills. 

Also gives you your daily dose

(or almost daily)

of humor.

Here's how to apply:

Click on the blue box that says

"Join this site"

There will be a pair of barn boots in

the Internet mud room left for you.

Fairchild Farmgirl