I have been pretty pre-occupied with getting the power restored to the house. I am happy to say that when you network locally, people will respond. I can’t thank Bob, Lane and Zeb enough for coming to our rescue. They pretty much dropped what they were doing and got this thing done. The skid steer came yesterday and we got the line dug up. The electrician came out today in snow and temperatures in the mid-teens and spliced the line (He’ll even be sending a guy out to do some general electrical repair I’ve wanted to have done). I am so happy to have the house warmed up. Have you ever had that feeling when you have been cold for quite awhile and when you are in the warmth again your face feels flushed and warm? That is where I am now. Because of the winter cloudy weather I had the furnace cranked way down so it wouldn’t completely drain the batteries. I also hadn’t had a shower in 3 days for the same reason. The well pump is a huge draw on the solar system and with the sun in absentia I couldn’t bring up the charge enough to keep everything going.
But all is well now. The batteries are back to full (This system is remarkable). The furnace is running, I took a long hot shower, got the outdoor electric needs for the animals fired back up and we are back in business for a night that is going down to zero.
Of course, because this is how we roll around here, I went out this morning to the barn to feed (probably 10 degrees). I brushed the snow off of the solar panels and then proceeded into the barn where we have everyone sequestered from the cold, and as predicted I came in to some new, very tiny, goat voices. Yep, momma Cumin had her twins last night in the midst of all of this hooplah. They are doing very well, although a bit chilly. Now with the heat lamp back up and running, they will be just fine. Animals are remarkable creatures when it comes to tolerating weather. After all, these are Nigerian Dwarf Goats, as in African, as in don’t come from winter climates. Momma is being very attentive.
Now here is the farm stuff. We cannot have anymore bucks on the farm. Two is plenty. They are sweet as the dickens but they smell and carry on and are like they are a different species from the females. Some ranchers simply drown the bucklings at birth. I would never be able to do that. My remedy is a little more “ballistic” in a .22 LR sort of sense. It appears, although we will need to check again now that the other distractions have been resolved, that Cumin gave birth to two doelings. That is great news this time because they will be available as an addition to the dairy flock, and I don’t have to be farmer and executioner.
So as usual, if something goes wrong on the farm, you can bet there will be other issues because they always seem to come in clusters. Thanks again to my contractors that rescued us and thank the genetic random chance that we had two girls this time. Nothing cuter than baby goats. They gots baby humans beat hands down.