Showing posts with label farm equipment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farm equipment. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Shooting, Milking, Climbing

The title consists of three very discordant and unharmonious words – three words so difficult to blend, that they may be deserving of some homogenization.  It gets worse.  Keep reading, and you’ll find that these captions ought to be pasteurized too.

Well, to get started on the right foot, this will be the first photo:

You know good times are in store if its illegal in California (and probably legal in Texas.)


Ben goes over the gun with Abigail…


…and demonstrates a secure and accurate method of gripping it.



I tried to sneakily grab a candid photo during dinner with my phone, but I was obviously caught in the act.



After dinner, it was time to milk the cows, but due to a technical difficulty, the pumper stopped working, so we had to do it by hand.


I decided to “give it a shot”


Pardon the pun.

On afterthought, I actually did have a “shot” while I was milking. 


In fact, almost everyone lended a hand.

Once again, sorry for the puns.

I’m just trying to milk the captions for all they’re worth.

Oh, and I apologize for that pun too.


It looks like…


I mean, my face is just BEAMING!  Oh, never mind, that's the head lamp

…all three of us are enjoying this...




…unlike these two. Smile

Meanwhile, Benjamin worked on fixing the milker and Noah climbed around the beams of the barn and replaced the lights:


He even had us hold the ladder straight up, so he could reach a light he couldn’t climb to.

He really must’ve had faith in our ability to behave to entrust his safety to us.

It was like a “trust fall,” but requiring and relying on the former to prevent the latter.

Though, I bet he had more confidence in the ladder than the former.
And if the latter had occurred, not only could Noah have broken something, but the former would’ve been broken as well – and maybe even the ladder.

Leave a comment if you’ve figured that out. Smile

I just wanted to write something clever so that you wouldn’t be disappointed by the fact that we DID behave and don’t have a picture of us catching Noah.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

At the Farm...

June 7 2014 - We were invited to take a tour of family farm of some of our friends...

Being greeted by our tour guide who gingerly asked us to pay for admission ;)

Micaiah meeting"Buster"
Buster certainly made some new friends

Checking out the Brooder House

This photo has too many obvious caption possibilities, so I won't even post one.







Checking out the stalls and farm equipment

Talking about the sawmill




The logs are pushed out over these rollers after being cut


Old blades

Exchanging stories
The tour continues!





Carefully...removing the lid to the hive and removing a frame.

Checking out the bee hives









Chickens inside of the "Chicken Tractor"
Wait...a "chicken tractor?"  Let Joel Salatin explain.
Lose those eyelashes!


A mother hen and her chicks


Heading back to the house…where did our tour guide go?

What follows are random shots from around the farm:










Can you tell that [our] Ben is gross-motor movement dominant?




Is there any better way to end?