Cow barn duck (also known tux) her eggs should hatch around July 18th. I already have two people lined up to purchase ducklings.
Then here’s the 7 piglets that went to their new home tuesday.
We have been super busy lately. Seems like we haven’t had much down time. Last Saturday I went to an auction with a friend, while the guys went fishing with one of theirs. We all had a great day. I scored some nice stuff. The guys caught some nice fish.
Oh speaking of fish the weekend before last hubby caught a 5lb 2ounce large mouth bass. We are getting it mounted.
Then this Sunday we went out with hubby’s family to chuck e cheese for a blended birthday fun, not sure who had more fun. The adults or J ha!
J went over to visit his grandparents. While hubby and I came home to do chores. J ended up eating an entire box of Swiss cake rolls thanks to his grandma (to say I wasn’t to happy is an understatement). Especially after he threw up in bed in the middle of the night.
Then Monday J’s friend came over to play. So two boys who are both 6 and a half years old. All day. Where do they get all their energy from. They never stopped moving. While they played. I cleaned out our 3 season porch. Cleaned the goat pasture. Once his friend left we headed straight for tball practice.
Tuesday I tilled the 4th garden. J and I went for a bike ride. Then the buyers for the 7 piglets came and picked them up. We were also invited for a friends birthday party. But I was to tired to go.
Wednesday I shampooed all carpets and rugs. Swept and mopped floors. Cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. Then had tball game to go to.
Today has been a bit slower. Just the basic farm chores. Gonna rearrange a few things so we can move the hutch I bought at the auction into the house.
Oh and now we have the lawn mower saga 2.0. As j and I were mowing last Thursday we got half the lawn mowed. As I was mowing up the driveway the mower stopped working. The blades wouldn’t spin. I look and find a pulleye broke.
It’s not one of the easy ones to fix. You have to take the motor of and even then we don’t know if we can fix it .
So I figured I’d try and get the black mower going. Get the battery put in it then had to look for a belt to put on it.
That proved harder then expected. Every belt we had on the farm wasn’t the right size. Went to town the next day drop off the fish to be mounted. Then get a belt. Well that didn’t pan out to say the least.
No belt for the black mower and red mower is completely broke. This all leads to us mower shopping. We are just looming at which one we want. Then to order.
Then the fun of mowing the yard. Which needs to be mowed! Just batting a thousand this year with the mower. Winter I had a plow truck that was constantly breaking down. Talk about frustrating.
Tomorrow. We may go into town to go garage saleing. Then it’ll be the weekend. Which sounds like we will be fishing. Shocker right ha!
Here’s a pic of the 4th garden tilled up. The radishes are done. We can freely pick and eat them.
Before she took them outta the nest. She had left to bathe and eat. So I snuck over and got a picture. There’s 13 of them squished in there.
Here they are out and about. So much fluffy cuteness. They are already sold and onto their new home. I feel so bad for the momma ducks.
We even sold the last 4 from the 1st batch of ducklings.
Later this year I may keep a few babies so I can have a total of 20 ducks. Be nice to have more hens.
Can’t play duck, duck, goose here. I’m short on geese ha!
Anyways. You all remember hay bale duck
Well her ducklings hatched today. She hasn’t brought them outta the nest yet.
If you look very closely in front of her there you can see 2 ducklings. There’s more under her. She’s keeping them well protected and warm. Today of all days was a tad chilly.
Then my other nesting duck that nested in the weeds. Had gotten off her nest to eat and drink. So I snagged a picture of her nest. Looks like 9 eggs.
Then I have a new duck laying in the cow barn no pictures to show of that nest yet. But she’s been sitting on it for 6 days now. Takes about 35 days or so for the eggs to hatch. I’ll be curious to see how many days exactly.
Here’s the 3 mommas from the first round of hatching. And the last 4 of their babies. I swear they all 3 give me such dirty looks now. Can’t blame them i did take their babies.
Those 4 ducklings have it made 3 moms tending to them. I haven’t decided if I’ll sell those 4 ducklings yet or not. If not now maybe later as adults. So then I’ll know the sexes. Many people are looking for hens vs drakes.
But hopefully I’ll have more pictures tomorrow of the newest hatching of ducklings…..
7 healthy 4 week old piglets.
The little piglets are growing well. They will be leaving to their new home next Saturday.
I will likely separate them from their mom come Wednesday. To give them a few days to get used to being on their own. Before they leave.
Cracks me up they still sleep in a big pig pile. That’s all 7 of them!! You’d think that’d be uncomfortable. Ha! This picture waa taken today.
This next picture was shortly after they were born(4 weeks ago). To show they have a thing for snuggling.
Also looks like outta the 7 I only got one girl. Also known as a gilt. She looks just like her mommy.
I got them moved over to the other side of the pig barn so I could clean the side they had been on. This also gives me the ability to move the piglets to a separate spot from mom. But still inside the pig barn.
This was my attempt at getting a picture of them all. As you count you’ll see I’m missing one and some are blurry. They aren’t very cooperative subjects, for picture taking.
I find piglets so cute. I’ve had a love for pigs since I was 7. When my family got our first pig. Miss Piggy. She was suppose to just be raised to eat. So should’ve had her for say 6 months. We had her for 3 years.
She was my pet. She’d follow me every where, I even sat on her back. I loved that pig.
She led me to raising pigs. Since her I’ve raised pigs off and on my entire life. Since moving to this farm though. It was the first time I finally owned and bred my own pigs. Usually I just bought feeder pigs to raise up and butcher. Or id plan to breed but never did.
I don’t find the older pigs as cute as I once did. I use to not have any fear of them, And their massive size and strength. But we had a incdient when trying to castrate the male piglets. The sows became very aggressive. Scary aggressive. I’d never seen this before. But I had never been this far into the pig farming.
I now have a new respect for them. I understood why they reacted the way they did I’d do the same for my young. I couldn’t fault them for that.
I feel it was a good eye opener for myself. Because I do believe I put myself in harm’s way to many times. Now I’m more cautious. Which is not a bad thing.
I won’t go in with my older pigs without a way to get out quickly. Or to keep them from crowding my space.
I don’t allow kids in my pig barn unless accompanied by an adult. Which is wise regardless of the animal.
But with all that said. I do enjoy raising my pigs. I take pride in selling their piglets. And having regular customers that anticipate the next litters. To raise pigs people enjoy. Who acknowledge the work involved and the great breed that I own. It means a lot.
Our next litter is due September. Then no breeding till January. For either sow. We all need a break. This will also allow me time to redo pens.
So stay tuned. As there will be more pig news in the months to come.
So I had a doc appointment Tuesday. Just a usual check up. All is fine and dandy. Love my new doc. Hopefully she doesn’t go and retire. Just how my luck ends up going. I liked my one doctor who delivered J but she no longer excepts new clients. For just basic appointments have to be pregnant.
Such is life.
But the reason for this blog was to discuss my biggest problem from the appointment. See in reality this shouldn’t be a problem. Shouldn’t bother me at all.
But usually I avoid scales. Odd right. Well let me explain why. I lived/live with an eating disorder. And scales are a trigger for me. So I simply don’t use them. We don’t have one in our home.
I had an exercising Aneroxia. I ate no more then 200 calories a day. And then would work out to burn those 200 calories and then some. I stepped on a scale every morning. Then depending on the number on the scale. Would determine my mood and what I would do. Would I work out before eating. Would I try for less then 200 calories?
I am 5ft 8.5inches tall. And the heaviest I’ve ever been was 170. That waa difficult on me. When I seen that number after a year of trying not to care about my eating habits or exercising. Due to the fact I was trying to get pregnant. (This was before J was ever conceived.)
I felt out of control. Not only was I having trouble getting or staying pregnant. But now I had felt fat.
The feeling of being out of control was the worst. So that lead me back to my eating issues.
Within 6 months I was down to 122lbs. And even that didn’t seem like enough. I still felt fat. I felt ugly. I needed the scale to keep moving down. I needed to feel like I had control over something. I even found myself eating alone any chance I got. That way if I ate more then my 200 calories I wouldn’t feel so guilty. Also meant a longer workout.
I was so moody. Hard not to be. When you feel fat and ugly. Add to that your also starving. Part of me felt I was punishing my body for not doing the one thing it should. And that was get and stay pregnant. So if it couldn’t do that. Thin I wanted to be thin and perfect.
When I met my now husband I was at my lowest weight of 120/122lbs. I wasn’t eating fast food. Or sugar items.
I was up front about my eating issues. And my inability to have kids. Hey he needed to know what he was getting himself into. That’s a lot to deal with.
He helped me give up my scale. Not easy by any means. The thing I relied on to tell me I’m doing good was gone. It meant relying on myself and my husband. Each day he got me to eat more. To relax more. I still worked out. And stayed active. But wasn’t to the extreme as it was before.
I still would struggle from time to time. I’d find myself falling back into old habits. Feeling fat/fluffy. But I pushed through. I wanted to get better. I wanted to feel human again.
8 months after hubby and I were together. I was up to 145lbs. Only reason I know this was I found out I was pregnant! And they had weighed me normally I try not to look at the scale when at the doctors office. But I did that time. Due to being pregnant I wanted to know I was at a safe weight.
Being pregnant waa great I loved being pregnant. I can honestly say not once did the thought of weight come to mind. I was content. Even after having J. I was fine with not having the perfect body afterwards. I did lose all my baby weight after having him. But things were still fluffy of course.
I didn’t mind. Not till he was 6 months old. Then I started to struggle. I had to learn to be happy with my new body. I also had to eat well since I was breastfeeding.
I began working out when I could. Walking often. Trying to stay active helped.
I’d have roller coaster moments. Some days I’m good with my body. Other days not so much.
I tried exercising to get thin. I could never manage to get the look I wanted. That tooth pick look so to speak. It wasn’t till just last August I realized I needed to workout for my body type. I’ll never be a tooth pick. Not healthy one anyways.
I’m more of an althetic body type. I opted to gain muscle. Tone certain areas that are not my top fav spots. But having the farm and family. I needed to be healthy and strong. I needed to be able to till 800lb hay bales into the cow been when needed. Or wrangle a bull calf when he needed to be banded.
So I now focus on eating better. And working out to gain muscle. I cut out soda pop little over 2 months ago. I take vitamins. And try drinking more water. Easier said then done.
But This all leads us to the fateful day Tuesday. I stepped on a scale. I couldn’t see the number. So I was glad. But then on the way home I was looking at my med sheets they sent home and there it was.
My weight. I hadn’t weighed myself in a very long time. Last time I was 145/150.
But not now. I’m 160lbs!!! Seriously!!! My mood dropped! I was angry.
I instantly felt my mind slip back into my old habits. I was like I’ll cut back on calories. Few weeks of very little to eat. And uping my workouts. It’ll be ok. I’ll drop 10 lbs no problem.
I couldn’t figure out how I let this happen? How was i almost at my heaviest weight ever?
I was/am spiraling. But I’m working through it I didn’t eat less. I did work out but not over the top.
I reminded myself that just last Saturday I ran a 5k in 36mins. And I didn’t get winded or sore afterwards. That I am fit. I am healthy. Even the doctor said my weight was good.
I look in the mirror though and I feel fat now. I see fat. In the back of my mind I worry about my weight getting out of hand. I also worry about my eating disorder getting out of hand.
It’s a hard line to walk…..
But I’m doing it. I’m taking each day as it comes. I quiet the voices that make me question my weight. That want me to eat less to diet.
I stay active. I set goals. I keep busy.
I won’t let my eating disorder control me. I control it i won’t let it destroy my foundation.