I know it's going to be a good day when my husband wakes me up at 6:00 AM and says that the fire in our wood burner is out and it's 1 degree outside.
I am not an early riser. Very rarely do I ever see 6:00 AM. So, sleepily I crawled from my rack and headed down to the basement where our wood burner is. It's the kind that attaches to your furnace so it can heat the whole house. My hubby tried to get the fire going, but he was practically using trees to start it. He knows he's not a good fire starter, so that's why I usually get the job. I did finally get it going, but it's so cold outside the house was cooling down quickly--59 degrees on the main floor! I did have to bite the bullet and use some propane to get things heated up.
Joe kitty is doing much better. I have my suspicions that he may be like our Blue Heeler, Justin and suffer from a Megaesophagus. This is a condition where the animal eats so quickly that it doesn't give time for normal peristalsis to occur. Food get piled on top of itself, trapped in the esophagus, eventually stretching it out causing it to lose tone, thereby worsening the condition. The animal will then vomit immediately after eating, up to 2-3 hours later. (see a link to a website I found for more info) I've been feeding Joe little bits all day and I haven't seen him vomit yet. For our dog Justin, we had to rig a device for feeding him so that only a few pieces of dog food come out at a time so he can't gorge himself. It seems to work.
The chicken waterers were slightly frozen this morning. I have to carry hot water from the house out to the coop to thaw the waterers when it's like this. I also have to carry out 2 gallons of fresh water too to refill their waterers, since the hydrant is frozen. Ahhh, the trials of farm life. I made sure to give them extra scratch grains. Their scratch grains contain corn, which I've read helps increase body temperature.
I will head to work today. I work on a small hog farm and do the record keeping for the hogs and enter data from the Chicago Board of Trade and Chicago Mercantile Exchange. My boss trades the futures market. I just enter data, he knows what to do with it. After work, I'm meeting some friends and were going to go shopping.
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Roscoe
A good walking buddy and awesome frisbee catcher! Life cut short by a brain tumor.
Tuffy
If ever there was a candidate for Dog Heaven, it would be Tuff. Tuff was put to rest December 7, 2012. At almost 14 years old, he threw the longevity curve for dogs of his breed-makeup and size. He battled 2 types of cancer and Cushing's Disease as well as arthritis. Faithful to the end and never grumpy, depite the constant care and nagging from me. Always the protector, gentleman and companion--you will be sorely missed by all who had the opportunity to know you.
Cranky Thomas
Ever wonder why it's called "Life On CT Farm"? The horse you see in the pictures is Cranky Thomas, a registered quarter horse gelding. He was born May 5, 1980 in Galion, Alabama and passed away August 3, 2004 on CT Farm--his farm. He originally belonged to my husband, but I adopted him and I think he adopted me. We competed together in contest classes at local horse shows. But, an old injury finally slowed him down and I retired him in 2000. He was a loving and patient being that I completely trusted and admired. There will never be another like him, never. He meant so much to me that I named our farm after him as well as my company, Cranky T. LLC. He's gone now, but is still with me and now you.
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