Monthly Archives: January 2017

Who’s a Sexy Chimney Sweep? Me!

Wood stove started smoking out of the pipes, wouldn’t pull air. Only a month ago I had a guy out and he charged $100+ dollars to sweep. So I went and picked up a brush, opened up the stove pipe and brushed from below. Then I pulled the stove pipe out of the ceiling when got stuck. Whoops. It’s me. What do you expect? When I was done I looked up the chimney and couldn’t see any light. So I grabbed a ladder and climbed to the roof. Got on the roof and realized roofs scare the shit out of me. Still, I carefully skooched up the roof to the chimney and found the mesh at the top was totally clogged. I knocked as much off as a could without standing up and made it down alive. Reassembled the stove pipe, clean up and test if it’s pulling air again.  Hopefully I went need to go up there again for a long time….


A Side Adventure

I have mentioned I have a creek with a native fish run of salmon which excited new when i bought the property. Turns out it’s illegal to fish my creek, boo. They look pretty terrible by time they are up my creek anyway. This year I started dating a fisherman and I’ve been learning from him how, and WHEN, to catch fish in our many different runs.

Obsessed doesn’t begin to describe it. Determined and devoted sounds nicer anyway.  He’s taken me out a few times and we got skunked. Not only did we get skunked anytime I go out EVERYONE get skunked. Fishing will be hot one day so we decide to go out together and…Nada. no one is getting anything. Over and over. Boo!
Finally one day I go with him any his daughter and he’s so hot to get started he doesn’t get my rod set up. I’m getting to know the kid anyway so I don’t fuss. He was in his own world and didn’t hear me ask to get a pole. Finally when he heard me her goes,”oh, I’ve been waiting for you to ask.” … whatever.

 Gimme gimme gimme my pole! Finally get set up with some eggs on a bobber and cast out. Hard to say if the bobber actually bounced from the river bed or a fish… But I thought I so it go down, so I set the hook and started to reel in. Nothing fought back….. But… Maybe there might possibly be a fish? So I don’t say anything, just reel in. Line starts heading towards a possible snag so I start walking up to it when my pole finally shakes. “Wait, do you have a fish on?!!” He asked.

“Um, I think so” suddenly we saw a silver flash under the water. A silver hen, female, fresh up the river. I brought her in with hardly any fight. She was exhausted from jetting up the river to spawning beds. But, she was a hatchery fish so she wasn’t supposed to spawn in the river anyway. A keeper.

A few other times we tried and nothing… Christmas we went out again. Steelhead start running late December peaking in January and early February. Different rivers have different runs and one of Anthony’s favorite river  was very early in the season, but being we could fish and still make it to Christmas dinner. 

We started off late and worked out way down the river. Lower and lower we went not getting any bites. A two other people landed keepers, but the fishing was light. I used it as a learning opportunity for trying new knots. After loosing my gear again I tied up a new knot and grabbed a bead with a juicy pinkish orange hue to it. Boyfriend smirked because it wasn’t the color this river produces on, but hey, I liked it. We tried a hole id never been in. I was instructed to stand on a rock and cast between rapids in the seams between fast and slow water. 

I cast a few times and felt like something was hitting my line but i wasn’t hooking it. I followed a pattern in the water that felt like it was producing a hit. Cast in, let the line float down, reel back in and cast again. 

Finally, something hit me just before my bobber hit the rapids. I set the hook and heard the reel start spinning as the fish took off down the chute to escape into the rapids. I cranked down the drag and pulled it out rapids. I finally announced, “fish on!” Once I knew it was on. The line wasn’t moving when my boyfriend got over to my rock. “Are you sure you’ve got a fish?” He asked skeptically.

“Yeah” thinking any my quite fight pulling the fish out of the rapids, “I’m sure.” He instructed me how to bring it in the rest of the way. The fight lasted a few minutes before I landed a “lipstick pink” buck. 

My first steelhead. Small, but beautiful. Boyfriend was actually impressed Ipulled it out of the rapids and landed it. 😉

I filleted it and made jerky with some of the cuts, smoked some and put some in the freezer for later .


So that’s how I’ve been getting behind in my farm work.. But it’s good have a life outside the farm and my work. 

Starting the New Year Right

After last year I needed all the help I could get so I looked up lucky foods and found this article

Doughnuts, really? Don’t have to ask twice. I had a momentary freak out when i thought I was out of pork. How?! That young gilt i decided to keep for a breeder was looking tastier and tastier…Turned out my pork chops were just in the other freezer

I don’t have a doughnut cutter so I made due with a Mason jar lid and a pastry tip

In the mean time I made a maple glaze for some sweet pork chops

Later in the day I enjoyed the traditional pomegranate 

Here’s to hoping!


The last year started out alright. Pigs were bred and had easy litters in January. Unfortunately all the piglets decided they wanted to live off Peppercorn and with 30+ piglets under her feet she’s couldn’t Lay down without crushing some. My worst year yet loosing 9 piglets to crushing! How depressing. 

I successfully AId Violet and she had a small but lovely litter of 5 show quality pigs. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any 4h kids wanting show pigs this year so they went to meat. How depressing.

Lambing started off fine but two late lambing ewes had complications and I lost their lambs. How depressing.

Milking quality and quantity went up. Much cleaner set up, sheep were very willing participants. My new customers developed a lactose allergy and couldn’t find new milk customers. How depressing. 

Then a few sheep got out and are out of some dirty/moldy buckets in a corner waiting to be washed. A few got very sick. I called in the vet and had a big bill. Blaze nearly died but I nursed her though. She lost her ability to stand, possibly having a stroke, and eventually had to put her down. How depressing.

Then some lambs started acting off. Beautiful 4 month old lambs with runny noses and fevers. I treated them for two weeks only for them to get worse eventually one died screaming in pain in my arms. The other died half an hour after visiting the vet and a large vet bill. How depressing.

Roy developed a terrible limp that one vet said was arthritis from the bb that was shot in his foot a year before. Treated him as they said without any improvement, took him to his regular doc who has been on vacation previously. She looked at the same x-rays and says, “he’s got a bone infection. You see this right here? The bone is inflamed.” Weeks of antibiotics and Roy was finally able to walk on four legs again. But seriously, how depressing!

One lamb was sent to a university for a necropsy any that contacted me that it appears a freak virus went through my flock and there was nothing I could do because antibiotics don’t kill viruses. How depressing! In the mean time I lost another lamb. The case turned out to be so rare I had a researcher come out and collect samples of the lambs who survived. Unfortunately i had to kill a minimum of 4 for a scientific sample and that meant I killed the last of Blazes lambs and her legacy. How depressing!

At this point in the great I lost my phone and all my pictures with it. How depressing.

Violet have birth for a second time only this time she has a breech. Her contractions weren’t happening. Most piglets had to be pulled, she had almost no milk, became fevered, she had to receive antibiotic shots after which she no longer trusted me and kept charging me eventually developing  a very bad attitude and even going far kill and start eating one of piglets when I startled her (I was attacked by yellow jackets and ran around failing and screaming to which he snapped and killed a beautiful boaring) How depressing! 

I think there is more but i don’t even remember at this point suffice to say this year SUCKED.

Vet bills vet bills vet bills. Death death death death death. I almost gave up this year. I stopped blogging because i was having ask much bag stuff Hakeem and I was depressed… But then I’ve got very supportive community of friends and customers. Thanks to them I keep on going. Thanks to them I know what i do is valued. 

I have issues facing me this year. I cut down my pig herd and had to buy a few more because my hundreds of dollars I spent in artificially inseminating my sows seems to have failed so I bought a boar and a pregnant sow. I’m not set up for this many sows. Fences need to get worked on again. I think I have more sheep than my property can handle at the moment. I’ve got alot to do. But I’ll keep trying. That’s what I have to do.

Happy New Year from me and my farm family.