<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:06:04.506-07:00</updated><category term='winter'/><category term='snow'/><category term='yard'/><title type='text'>Knotty Creek Farm</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily operation of a Hobby Farm.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3067594920393497898</id><published>2009-03-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:43:34.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goat Hooves Update</title><content type='html'>The goats’ hooves are looking a little better. They keep getting manure caked on the bottom of their hoofs’. Strawberry keeps pawing at the ground after I treat her front hoof. I imagine the medicine I am using is getting to a raw spot inside her hoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other goats seem to be okay with it. Well, not when I try to pick up their hoof. I’m glad I only have 4 goats instead of 40. This spring I will start getting ready for winter. Building dryer lots for the animals is top of my list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3067594920393497898?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3067594920393497898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3067594920393497898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3067594920393497898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3067594920393497898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/goat-hooves-update.html' title='Goat Hooves Update'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-333663102746141659</id><published>2009-03-17T10:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:36:25.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly update</title><content type='html'>Our little female mule is getting bigger. She runs around kicking and jumping. She is starting to eat grass now. It is time to put a halter on her and do a little groundwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-333663102746141659?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/333663102746141659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=333663102746141659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/333663102746141659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/333663102746141659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/molly-update.html' title='Molly update'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-2843985693068887833</id><published>2009-03-17T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:32:07.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoof Rot</title><content type='html'>Yeap, my goats have it. I feel bad for this happening to them. I have been trimming their hooves and applied some medicine. They aren’t cooperating very well. I am a little out of my element trimming hooves. There is a couple that lives down the road from us that have a herd of goats. I am going to talk with them on hoof trimming and treating hoof rot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-2843985693068887833?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2843985693068887833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=2843985693068887833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2843985693068887833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2843985693068887833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/hoof-rot.html' title='Hoof Rot'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5470403615276050609</id><published>2009-03-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:41:50.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goats out of Control</title><content type='html'>I’m sitting at my desk (away from home) and the phone rings. Christine, my wife, is on the other end. “Your goats are out” she says. I respond with, “okay, but what can I do”?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goats had gotten out of their pen by pushing a board out of their way at the edge of the electric fence. They were grazing over by the pond enjoying their new found freedom. Christine’s uncle Rich put them back in the pen. Claudia secured the board to prevent any future escapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t blame them for wanting to get out and explore the area. It has been raining for the past 3-5 days (I stopped counting). The top of the pond dam is torn up from the horses coming over and getting their water. The ground is so saturated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are so sore from walking in the mud. I sink to my ankles. I am so tired of this weather. It wouldn’t be bad if I didn’t have to go out in it. The animals don’t care if I’m tired, they want food. Rain go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5470403615276050609?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5470403615276050609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5470403615276050609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5470403615276050609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5470403615276050609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/goats-out-of-control.html' title='Goats out of Control'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3794463771926111331</id><published>2009-03-05T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:24:40.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready for Spring</title><content type='html'>Time to rid the garage of all the trash accumulated during winter. Start the upkeep of the fences, pens, and coops. Get the mowers and other machinery ready to work. The most important task is prepping the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning a large garden this year. We are still eating veggies from last year’s garden. I think we’ll do more beans than Tomatoes, unless we get a dehydrator. Perhaps I can build a solar dehydrator. Note to self- surf web for plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to build a breeding pen for my chickens this week. I am going to incubate a couple dozen. Keeping the girls from opening the lid on the incubator will be the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our farm is turning into a commune. I have mixed feelings about that. Seems like too many decision makers in the mix. Everyone has their own way of doing things and there all different. We’ll see how this year plays out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3794463771926111331?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3794463771926111331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3794463771926111331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3794463771926111331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3794463771926111331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-ready-for-spring.html' title='Get Ready for Spring'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-2576816088781548159</id><published>2009-03-03T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:36:45.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Do Over</title><content type='html'>Can I have a vacation do over? Contrary to popular belief, I have a great time on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;The girls rode an airplane for the first time. They both did great. We had a few more potty breaks than I was wanting, but overall they were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed at the Phoenix, AZ airport around 9:00 PM. Kathy and Randy picked us up. It took about 2 hours to get back to the RV Park. We basically just changed clothes, put the girls down and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we were rested (well as much as we could be) and headed out for some sight seeing. We went to the Sonoma Desert and looked at cactuses. I didn’t realize how many different types of cactuses there are. Surprisingly enough the girls didn’t get stuck once. Great job girls! We came back and the girls, Kathy, and Christine went swimming in the Park’s pool. They had fun. Later the girls fed the fish that are in a converted concrete pool by Kathy and Randy’s RV site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stuck around on Friday until Christine’s parcel package arrived. We hit the road around 1:00 PM Friday. We drove all day and pretty much all night. GET ME OUT OF TEXAS!!! It took forever to get out of that state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had to stop and get a room. That was a gaggle in itself. Christine was on he cell phone trying to find a hotel that had an indoor pool and hot tub (this was for us). She found an indoor pool but no hot tub (bummer). I took the girls swimming so they could burn off some energy. Christine stayed in the room (I drew short straw, just kidding). We ordered pizza and ate in the room. In the morning we were good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we woke up refreshed. Threw the luggage in the van and headed out. Cheyenne decided she was car sick and puked while we were getting gas. She was really mad becaus she was told to quit kicking the back of the seat and worked herself up to puke. We arrived at mom and dad’s around 11:30AM. I cleaned the van and had a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the Mardi Gras parade around 1:30 PM. We got to our standing spot and met up with Heather (my oldest daughter), Brian (son-in-law), and William (our grandson) and Amber (my now next to the oldest daughter) &amp;amp; Jeremiah (her fiancé). We had a good time and got plenty of beads and stuffed animals for the floats. My sister Lisa and Aaron (her son, my nephew) was on a float and unloaded a ton of beads and other items on the girls. We all headed back to Mom &amp;amp; Dad’s house for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Chris and his family (Amy, my sister-in-law, Christopher &amp;amp; Tyler, my nephews) came over. It was a whirl wind for the rest of the day. Monday was family photos. I’ll post some as time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Christine &amp;amp; I took the girls to the beach. I don’t think they had ever been to the beach before. They ran around in the sand, built a sand castle with Christine, and walked in the water a bit. They had a good time. We then went to Ocean Springs to the Conservation Park. We walked the trails and visited the visitor center. The girls enjoyed the park. We then headed to were I grew up. The casinos bought the area and cleared off the lots. I got out and walked where the house used to be. I found a couple of marbles. I kept them. Back to mom’s house. The rest of the family came over after the parades ended. Wednesday morning we headed out. Time to head home. That's another story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-2576816088781548159?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2576816088781548159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=2576816088781548159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2576816088781548159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2576816088781548159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/03/vacation-do-over.html' title='Vacation Do Over'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6753793608364510320</id><published>2009-02-13T06:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:22:40.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly House</title><content type='html'>I am still hacking up this cold or whatever it is. I go to the doctor today. I haven’t been able to sleep for the past 2 nights. I’ve been up coughing to the point of puking. Time to go to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi has pinkeye. We have her on antibodies. Cheyenne has a cough that sounds horrible. She is on meds also. I go in to the doc today and should get some thing for this stuff in my chest. Christine seems to be doing better after her bout with pneumonia. I hope we can get well enough to get on the plane for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworkers are starting to hack and cough. I hope I’m not responsible for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6753793608364510320?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6753793608364510320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6753793608364510320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6753793608364510320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6753793608364510320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/sickly-house.html' title='Sickly House'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-7320263101324282545</id><published>2009-02-13T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:11:35.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic Story</title><content type='html'>I have been following Bob Skelding’s blog &lt;a href="http://www.wagonteamster.com/"&gt;http://www.wagonteamster.com/&lt;/a&gt; for a while. He has set out to travel by horse and wagon south from New Hamshire. He has visited many communities and schools along the way. He was in a terrible accident that lead to the death of two of his horses and him being critically injured. The accident happened in MS. &lt;a href="http://www.cdispatch.com/index.asp"&gt;http://www.cdispatch.com/index.asp&lt;/a&gt; What a tragic turn of events for Bob and his team of horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From us at Knotty Creek Farm, we wish the best and a speedy recovery for Bob, his animals, and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-7320263101324282545?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7320263101324282545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=7320263101324282545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7320263101324282545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7320263101324282545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/tragic-story.html' title='Tragic Story'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-751030880902197570</id><published>2009-02-12T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:02:04.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Sick</title><content type='html'>I am still fighting this chest cold or what ever it is. I go to the doctor Friday. Hope it gets better before our vacation. It’s Christine &amp;amp; my anniversary Saturday. I think we are going to spend a little time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to our vacation. It should prove to be interesting. Three+ hour flight to AZ. Spend a day there, then a 20 hour car ride to MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE WE CRAZY? You’ll be the first to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-751030880902197570?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/751030880902197570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=751030880902197570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/751030880902197570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/751030880902197570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-sick.html' title='Still Sick'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-4463278713167485554</id><published>2009-02-04T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T07:17:41.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniamals Don't Care</title><content type='html'>I called in to work sick Tuesday. I still had to do morning chores. My animals don't care if I'm sick. They want their food and water. They still bowl me over, knock me around, or jump on me to get to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tasty&lt;/span&gt; food. They don't care if I don't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chores I went back inside to relax and let this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bronchitis&lt;/span&gt; run it's course. I slept a little, drank fluids, and had a nice hot lunch. Then the evening came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 15 degrees out, chores had to be done. Christine was busy with the daycare kids so I went out to do chores. The animals didn't care it was 15 degrees out and I was under the weather. They had to eat. I feed the chickens, goats, and horses. Since the temp was supposed to get down into the negatives, I had to bring the rooster in. He is still recovering from the last cold snap. Back to the chicken coop. I got the rooster and bought him to the garage. I got inside around 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-4463278713167485554?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4463278713167485554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=4463278713167485554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4463278713167485554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4463278713167485554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/aniamals-dont-care.html' title='Aniamals Don&apos;t Care'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6920534425064664246</id><published>2009-02-02T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:28:17.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daycare Blues</title><content type='html'>It’s Monday&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling like I was beat with a stick. I got dressed, did chores, went to work. Christine calls, all the kid’s came to the house. They were supposed to go to Claudia’s. Amy drops hers kids off and says she is in a hurry and can she just leave them there for Christine can take them over to Claudia’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine brings Lill to preschool only to find out it is closed today. The teacher inside said they sent home a calendar, but we haven’t seen it. Amy should be the one telling us when school is closed. We are changing our transport policy at the daycare. We are no longer responsible for other children’s transportation to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6920534425064664246?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6920534425064664246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6920534425064664246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6920534425064664246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6920534425064664246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/daycare-blues.html' title='Daycare Blues'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5757894082958933172</id><published>2009-02-02T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:14:25.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick House</title><content type='html'>What a weekend. Christine has pneumonia. She is feeling like death warmed over. Lexi has bronchitis. I’m coughing my butt off. I think I have pneumonia also. Christine is doing more than she is supposed to. She isn’t getting any better. The doctor will probably insist she goes to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were really acting out Sunday. Cheyenne was marking on her bedroom walls and catching attitude with Christine. Cheyenne &amp;amp; Lexi were sent out to me and I had them help with spreading straw from the goat pen. I think they miss their former family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexi starts school today. I wonder how it goes. Cheyenne got a card pulled Friday. Christine just happened to find it while she was going through Cheyenne’s bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Monday the daycare kids are going to Claudia’s. She will keep them until we get back from vacation. We will keep the part time kid’s. The present full time kids will stay with Claudia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine &amp;amp; I checked Black Beauty’s bag, no milk yet. Maybe she won’t have the fold until we get back. The chicken’s are laying a dozen+ eggs a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5757894082958933172?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5757894082958933172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5757894082958933172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5757894082958933172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5757894082958933172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-house.html' title='Sick House'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3938925907646690179</id><published>2009-01-29T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:16:42.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I picked up a bale of straw for Black Beauty (BB). She should be having that fold pretty soon. Her milk bag is forming two sides. It hasn't started seeping yet so we have a little time. We are moving her to the barn either today or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls will like having a new colt out at the place. I feel there is going to be a fight over ownership of this colt. Story behind this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws bought the horse (I think Christine gave them some $$ towards it) because it was gentle enough for the two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandkid's&lt;/span&gt; to ride. (This was before we got our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daughters&lt;/span&gt;). They told the oldest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grandkid&lt;/span&gt; they were buying the horse for him, when in fact I don't know whose horse it really is. So he rightly believes the horse is his. When that colt comes out, who's it going to be? My in-laws, the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grandkid's&lt;/span&gt;, our girls', or will it just be passed around? Who knows. The whole ownership of this horse is in question. I do know we have been feeding it through the winter. Going out in the cold, rain, sleet...just like the U.S. Mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. When Spring gets here things will change again. This place is morphing into something I don't even know. That's life on the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3938925907646690179?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3938925907646690179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3938925907646690179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3938925907646690179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3938925907646690179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-picked-up-bale-of-straw-for-black.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-1697471956584497736</id><published>2009-01-28T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:48:02.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Heard Better</title><content type='html'>I was informed this morning that a project I have been working on has been put on hold indefinite. The other project has been pushed back to June. It doesn't look good for the Home team. Layoffs are looming over our heads. I want to scream, "Come on already"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-1697471956584497736?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1697471956584497736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=1697471956584497736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1697471956584497736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1697471956584497736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-heard-better.html' title='I&apos;ve Heard Better'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3527876083239708335</id><published>2009-01-26T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T07:53:01.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Rooster Is It?</title><content type='html'>The rooster in the photo titled “Hostile Take Over” is the one that has frostbite. Since the weather is getting down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; degrees tonight and tomorrow, the rooster will stay inside a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be "Big man on campus" when I reintroduce him to the flock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3527876083239708335?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3527876083239708335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3527876083239708335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3527876083239708335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3527876083239708335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/which-rooster-is-it.html' title='Which Rooster Is It?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-2857334038244543998</id><published>2009-01-25T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:14:12.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooster Update</title><content type='html'>The rooster is doing well. His wattles (flesh on the side of his face) are turning black and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shriveling&lt;/span&gt;. His comb is black and he is trying to knock off the dead points. He is active and enjoying his time away from the hens...I think. As soon as the weather cooperates, I'll put him back with the flock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-2857334038244543998?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2857334038244543998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=2857334038244543998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2857334038244543998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2857334038244543998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/rooster-update.html' title='Rooster Update'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6798156903250455323</id><published>2009-01-25T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:01:29.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend So Far</title><content type='html'>Turned out to be a good weekend. Our older &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; spent the evening with a friend out here on the farm. Christine &amp;amp; I spent a good deal of time with our younger daughter. It was time well spent. We really got to know her as a person. We went out with friends last night. Our daughter was well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Fellowship this morning and again she was extremely well behaved. Our older daughter finally came home a little after noon. We were glad to see her. She seemed to be in a good mood. We'll see, she has homework to do later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6798156903250455323?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6798156903250455323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6798156903250455323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6798156903250455323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6798156903250455323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-weekend-so-far.html' title='This Weekend So Far'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5080458010564911837</id><published>2009-01-17T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:18:13.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow This Weather</title><content type='html'>The weather has been horrible. We have been in the negatives for about 4-5 days. Down to -25 to -35 and lower. The horses seem to be dealing with the weather okay. The goats were sneezing a bit. I am keeping an eye on that. The chickens are doing well. Overall the animals are okay. The water pipes in Claudia’s house froze. That’s Christine’s grandparent’s former place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of snow here. The kids have been inside all this time. My temper is short and my patience is thin. I need a few days away. Another day on the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5080458010564911837?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5080458010564911837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5080458010564911837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5080458010564911837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5080458010564911837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-this-weather.html' title='Wow This Weather'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-7073967483885752630</id><published>2009-01-07T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T06:39:36.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Sickness</title><content type='html'>Let me bring you up to date. Yule came and everyone was sick. My in-laws came for a visit and got sick. They didn't get to do much. The girls were coughing and hacking. Christine came down with the flu bug a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the girls and nephews to the waterpark at Funcity. We all had a good time. The slides were awsome. I forgot how much swimming wears me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine calls me one night before New Years and tells me the wind jsut ripped the debt card out of her hand. It is 9 PM and windy &amp;amp; cold out. I cancel the cards. The next morning We get a call from a business were the incident happened. They found our card by their entrance. Too late, I already canceled the cards. I pick up the card and head to the bank to order new cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move the tractor out of the barn so I can do some work inside the barn. As I walk around the back of the tractor I notice one of the back tires are flat. I pull the tractor inside the barn and put some air in the tire. The fluid in the tire starts straying out. Nice! A hole in the tire from age and wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lane leading to our house is horrible. Pot holes everywhere. We are looking to expand our children at the Activity Center. We are going to have some exciting activities this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my tooth fixed. The dentist visit wasn't bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickens have started laying again. I think it's the young ones coming of age. Anyway it is nice to have them earn their feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sitting in a cube. I should be greatful I have a job. I feel like I'm wasting away in this cube as the world goes by. That's life on the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-7073967483885752630?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7073967483885752630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=7073967483885752630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7073967483885752630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7073967483885752630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-sickness.html' title='Holiday Sickness'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-1054718695079303401</id><published>2009-01-05T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:06:45.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Happenings</title><content type='html'>Wow, where to begin. Saturday Dec 21st I was in the barn building a shelter wall for the goats. I was pulling out a nail and the nail came back, hit my front tooth and cracked it. Since it was on a Saturday at 4:00 PM the dentist office wasn't opened. Since the nerve wasn't exposed I decided to wait until Monday to go. After thinking more on it I couldn't see paying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;deductible&lt;/span&gt; for 08 when 09 was just around the corner. I am going to have it looked at Jan 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-1054718695079303401?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1054718695079303401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=1054718695079303401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1054718695079303401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1054718695079303401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-happenings.html' title='Holiday Happenings'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5745130167095170919</id><published>2008-12-16T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:47:14.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Happenings</title><content type='html'>Where to start.&lt;br /&gt;Apollo is now in Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;madison&lt;/span&gt;. He is staying at a stable there. Sunday the temp reached almost 60 degrees at noon. By 2:30 the temp fell to 37. At 3:00PM we were waiting for the truck that was transporting Apollo. It started raining, then sleeting, and lastly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;downpouring&lt;/span&gt;. Apollo loaded well. He went half in the trailer right from the start. Luckily the rain stopped while we were loading him. It started raining again after he left. When the truck bought the trailer back at 6:00Pm, the truck had ice buildup on it. It rained the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the tire fixed on the van. It was covered by road side hazard. Cost half of a new tire. Installed a new blend air relay for the heater in the van. It is nice having heat in the van when the temp falls to 1.8 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to start the tractor last night. The battery is weak, I may have to jump it to start it. Snow is falling as I type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goats are adjusting well to being under the lean to. No baby goats. I don't think they were breed. Guess I'll wait to have them deliver in the spring. Well, that's how it is on the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5745130167095170919?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5745130167095170919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5745130167095170919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5745130167095170919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5745130167095170919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/latest-happenings.html' title='Latest Happenings'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-2552538586869279057</id><published>2008-12-13T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:45:47.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a day! First I moved the tractor out of the barn so I could pull the van in there. The van has a bad tire. Flat actually. Took the tire off and couldn’t get the spare down. I ended up cutting the cable that holds the spare tire up against the van frame.  I did all this while lying in the snow. The tire has a pin whole at the top of the sidewall (of course) so I’ll have to get another tire at $80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved the goats to the lean to. I have to build their shelter box Saturday. I have to run the top strand for the fence today so I can let them out in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cut a Yule tree for the kids. Walked to the edge of the field and 2 does jumped up. The hunters at work are sitting in deer stands at O-dark thirty and here I (a vegetarian) am out at noon walking with chainsaw in hand and kick up 2 does. You have to enjoy the irony of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work on the horse trailer so Apollo can be moved to another stable. Then I have to start enclosing the barn across the pond. Just another day on the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-2552538586869279057?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2552538586869279057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=2552538586869279057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2552538586869279057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2552538586869279057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-8152911593783833749</id><published>2008-12-05T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:08:04.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd it go?</title><content type='html'>The month of November rushed by. A lot has happened since I last posted. Our three foster children went to their grandma’s house to live. I hope they are doing well. We now have two girls that may be with us permanently. We are excited. The girls like the outdoors, which is good, and the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to work on the “sharing” thing and they play well with other children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still don’t have any goat kids. At this point I hope we don’t get any. It is too cold to have kids in the barn. Maybe in the spring we’ll have some. We got snow the last weekend in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickens have started laying eggs again. Went through a dry spell for about 2 months without any eggs. Starting to get 2-4 eggs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved the horses across the pond to the shelter house. I still have to enclose it. I have been trying to clean the barn up but that’s a loosing battle. Seems like every time I go to start, some thing else gets in the way. At least my tool room is getting cleaned up a little. Just have to keep people from putting stuff in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting ready to decorate for Yule. I have to find our Yule log so the girls can start lighting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-8152911593783833749?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8152911593783833749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=8152911593783833749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8152911593783833749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8152911593783833749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/12/whered-it-go.html' title='Where&apos;d it go?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-1198706152315652192</id><published>2008-10-31T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:18:20.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Time</title><content type='html'>I’m trying to find the time to clean up the Halloween stuff left in the barn. By the time the kids are picked up from the house it is time to do chores and do stuff in the house. Monday and Tuesday nights Christine is gone. Trying to get anything done with the kids around is almost impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is trick or treating at the mall and the auditorium. Tomorrow Christine and I have a conference to go to. That pretty much leaves Sunday to get things done. I need more time than that. I have to clean up the barn, put in fence post, string wire, and move the goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apollo is still here. He was supposed to be gone by Saturday but it doesn’t look like it. I will probably have to get rid of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and I went riding last night. Midnight (the horse) was good overall. She did catch attitude a couple of times. She would try to bite my foot when I flexed her. Then she wanted to run to the barn before I was finished with my ride. I weaved her in and out the tree line. After a few minutes of that she calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think I’m going to light bonfire for tonight and clean the barn while Christine and Claudia take the kids T or T.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-1198706152315652192?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1198706152315652192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=1198706152315652192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1198706152315652192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1198706152315652192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/finding-time.html' title='Finding Time'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6035075973702665170</id><published>2008-10-29T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:49:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunting Barn</title><content type='html'>We had a Haunting Barn set up for Halloween Sunday for the children. It went pretty well considering the wind gusts and the drop in temperature. We put our tent poles up in the barn and covered them with black plastic. Then decorated it with lights, webs, and the usual scary stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a rough Saturday night with the visiting boy. He through one of his worst fits. It seems like it is always around bedtime. He’s up all day at school then tries to stay up most of the night even though we send him to bed at 8 PM. It is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like some good things are heading our way. There should be plenty to celebrate this Holiday Season. More to follow on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to move the goats over to the barn. It is going slow. I have to put up a fence first. The goats still haven’t had kids yet. They are getting big but nothing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did get a new horse. Her name is Midnight Beauty. She is very gentle it seems. She has become top mare. HD runs from her. I haven’t had a chance to ride her yet. Apollo is moving to another place. The liability of having someone else’s animals out there while we have other people’s children is too great. I don’t want to be sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my chickens don’t start laying eggs, they are going to the cutting block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delores is off the property. She is telling anyone who will listen that we are kicking her off the property. Whatever. All I care about is I don’t have to put up with her out there any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6035075973702665170?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6035075973702665170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6035075973702665170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6035075973702665170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6035075973702665170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/haunting-barn.html' title='Haunting Barn'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-8428479635894682261</id><published>2008-10-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:49:01.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Room</title><content type='html'>I started moving my stuff into the secret room in the barn. The “secret room” is the name I gave to a room built inside the barn. It was where Delores stored her stuff. It had old books, carpet remnants, backpacks, this and that in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid claims to it a while back. I just want a space to call my own. A lockable space that I can put my tools, start and finish small projects, sit and have a cup of coffee, and perhaps design a few things for use around the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started moving my stuff in there. I had to sweep up some mice droppings, old insulation, and about a pound of beetles. Now I just have to keep people from storing stuff in there just because there are shelves in there. It’s MINE all MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned out some of the garage so Christine can pull a vehicle in. Now she doesn’t have to worry about the rain or snow. The kids will be able to get in and out of the vehicle without worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine’s grand parents are supposed to be gone today. Milford is ready to pull out and park over at Randy K’s.(his son). Delores is stocking the trailer cabinets with her stuff that didn’t sell at the auction or isn’t taking with her. The same trailer Claudia is supposed to be renting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delores doesn’t want to clutter up Randy’s place. She would rather inconvenience the people that are going to rent her trailer. This way she can store her stuff and get someone to pay rent and Delores doesn’t have to pay a thing. It’s all about the money. I hope she doesn’t think she is putting stuff back in the barn. If so I am charging a storage fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sewage backed up again in the trailer. Claudia and Rich weren’t happy to hear that. Christine and I told Claudia to get a contract drawn up stating the responsibilities of the two parties involved in the renting of that trailer. Delores will bite them in the ass if they don’t. I say good riddance Delores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new horse this morning. We traded Lacey for this black one. I don’t know her name. She is gentler than Lacey. Still no goat kids. Chickens are still not laying that great. I get 2-3 eggs a day from over 14 hens. Not a good ratio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-8428479635894682261?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8428479635894682261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=8428479635894682261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8428479635894682261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8428479635894682261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-room.html' title='Secret Room'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6631494068706807782</id><published>2008-10-16T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:24:09.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>Kathy and I started cleaning out the secret room. I threw some junk on the trailer and hauled it to the fire pit. Up in flames.  Perhaps this weekend I’ll get a chance to move some of my stuff over there before it fills up with other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goats still haven’t had kids yet. The coyotes are starting to get more active. I have been hearing a lot of yelping lately. The chickens haven’t been laying many eggs. I only get 2-3 a day. Some of them look like they may be molting. I have to clean the coop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home life is driving me crazy. I come home, kids are whining. I ask them to stop or what is wrong and they elevate their volume. I don’t have much “Me” time. Kids show up at 5:30 AM and stay until 5:00 PM. Then we get the visiting kids ready to eat dinner, do homework, and take baths and before we know it it’s time for us to get to bed and repeat the whole process again. All our cleaning time, quite time, and leisure time has been reduced drastically. I need a vacation. Alone would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6631494068706807782?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6631494068706807782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6631494068706807782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6631494068706807782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6631494068706807782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-208793339294397834</id><published>2008-10-13T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:39:46.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auction Day</title><content type='html'>It started off as normal. Christine and I got up to receive the Daycare kids at 5:30AM. At 6:00AM I put the overalls on and headed to the barn. I was wondering if Milford (Christine’s G-Pa) started moving stuff out of his garage and barn. The Auctioneer was coming at 7:30AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barn area was still dark so I took the opportunity to walk around the barn area and soak up some silence. I walked back to the house and seen Claudia outside so I talked with her for a few minutes. I went inside and got another cup of coffee and headed back to the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seen Milford’s garage opening and headed that way. I helped him uncover the hay racks that held all the stuff. He didn’t want to move too much stuff until the Auctioneer arrived. I had to being the school kids to the bus stop so I went back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the Auctioneer coming up the lane, the time was 7:45AM. Put the kids on the bus and headed back to the barn. We started moving the hayracks out of the barn. I was trying to hide my pleasure of getting that stuff out of there. I headed back home so Christine could go to the auction. The auction started at 11:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Kamera down for a nap and watched some TV. I noticed the cars and trucks parking on the hay field and starting to move up the lane toward the house. I pulled my vehicles up to block the lane and the advancement of cars towards my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamera woke up and I headed over to the auction. Delores was walking around with her sour face. She was trying to fluff things up to make them more appealing to buyers. I kept my distance from her. I did however hear some of her comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told one of her kids that bought something, “that sold for half of what it is worth”. Was she sad it didn’t sell for more? Did she want the kids to spend more to fatten her Delores fund? Other comments were; “I can’t believe it only sold for that”, “I worked so hard on that”, “That was ‘so-and-so’s”, and my favorite one was the one she made to my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that morning. Randy came over to the house and got the crock we use to make kraut with. This crock has been in the family for a couple generations. We traditionally make kraut in it every year. Delores wanted to put it on the auction. Christine was pissed to say the least. When the crock came up for sale Christine stood up front and just held her bid number up until she won it. The price she paid wasn’t that high considering what this crock means to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delores comes over after Christine bought it and say, “I can’t believe you paid that much for that, I know you can’t afford it.” Christine spun around looked at her grandma with draggers and said, “Don’t worry about it, it is mine now” and turned and walked away. I was watching Delores as Christine said that. Delores looked stunned that Christine would say something like that in that tone of voice. She got the “deer in the headlight” look and turned and went back to the auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the house with the crock. Just another day at the farm. SOLD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-208793339294397834?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/208793339294397834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=208793339294397834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/208793339294397834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/208793339294397834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/auction-day.html' title='Auction Day'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6937823529808690929</id><published>2008-10-06T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:20:02.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>This weekend sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Christine took the kids into town for dinner with our nephews and her parents. I stayed home to get chore done and wasn’t really wanting to go into town. The kids hardly ate anything. Christine bought home some of their food. After dinner the boy runs out the restaurant and almost gets hit. Christine yells at him to stop. He figures he’s in trouble and starts his screaming and crying. He screamed all the way home from town. Randy rode home with them. He was ready to put the boy out at the end of the lane and have him talk to the house. Poor Christine and Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home he was screaming and went right into time-out. He finally stopped his screaming long enough for Christine to talk to him. She told him she yelled at him to get him to stop so he wouldn’t get hit by that car. We got them to bed and went to bed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Saturday morning the 2 older visiting kids were at it. They were squabbling, nit-picking, and just down right aggravating each other. I sent them outside to play or watch a movie in the hall. You’d think I stuck them in the eye with a hot poker the way they reacted. The boy falls on the ground and starts that ear splitting wailing. He sounds like a little girl screaming. Nothing against little girls but that is all I can think of comparing it to. I think they have trouble comprehending what you say. I say one thing and they hear another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day progressively got worst from there. The boy spent a great deal of time in time-out. Most of the time-outs were spent outside. He starts rubbing his head when he is getting ready to explode. I tell him to relax do a little controlled breathing. Sometimes I think he just wants his way and his mom may have given in to him when he pulls this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting pretty tired of it. Saturday evening I had had it. The boy was outside whining and I went into the kitchen and told Christine I am ready to put a ten day request on him. That is a request for DHS to find another place for the child within 10 days. As usual the crying started when it was time to go to bed. “I want my mommy, I want my mommy, I want my mommy, I want my mommy.” Over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning started out the same as Saturday’s had, bickering. I suggested they go out and let me fix breakfast and I’d call them when it was ready. You’d think I slammed the door in their face. I told them to go to their room if they were going to continue screaming and yelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the baby down for a nap before church and told the older 2 if they woke her up they were going outside. They woke her up by bickering. I sent them outside. They wailed. They were alright in church. They started to get restless about half way through. Went to the store afterwards and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia and Rich came out and bought Lerica out to ride HD. Things went okay. Bed time came and they cried a little then went right to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend. I have them tonight since Christine has a 2 ½ hours class tonight. Just another day at the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6937823529808690929?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6937823529808690929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6937823529808690929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6937823529808690929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6937823529808690929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-425036750869530988</id><published>2008-10-02T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T05:10:59.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Turning Cold</title><content type='html'>The nannies haven’t had the kids yet. I may have to move them over to the barn soon. The nannies were supposed to have the kids by end of August. It is now the beginning of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visiting kids and my nephews rode HD yesterday. Christine and I worked with Lacey. She is a stubborn old horse. Someone broke the bottom strand of the electric fence across the pond. They just left it there all coiled up in the pasture. It looks like who ever it was, was getting something out of the brush on the other side of the fence. They just pulled what ever they were after through the fence and left it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the uck. My throat is raw. My head is congested. I don’t ache that much but I am tired. I slept in the recliner last night so I wouldn’t keep Christine awake and I needed to be elevated a little because of my sinuses. I think it is going to be a short day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction was listed in the Bonny Buyer Tuesday. I see the “secret room” is cleared out. Everyone at the farm knows how much I want my own area. That’s all I ask. Out of these 30 acres, I just want an area to call my own. We’ll see. It’s just another day on the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-425036750869530988?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/425036750869530988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=425036750869530988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/425036750869530988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/425036750869530988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-turning-cold.html' title='It’s Turning Cold'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-492460865306007493</id><published>2008-10-01T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:06:24.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Approaching Auction</title><content type='html'>I still feel like poop. My head is congested, my body hurts, and I’m coughing uncontrollably. Other than that I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the barn looks nice. Kathy cleared and reorganized the inside contents for the auction next week. There is still a lot of stuff in that secret room. I guess we are supposed to help with the loading of the hay racks and store them in the barn. That means I have to fine a place for the tractor, lawn tractor (mower), and the “jalopy” (Lawn tractor w/o the mower deck on it), we use it for a utility tractor. Randy said he isn’t helping. I don’t blame him. The only reason I’m helping is to clear out the “Secret room”. Delores already wants to pull the shelves out of the room. I don’t care as long as she gets her stuff out. The reason she is so eager to get those shelves out is because she doesn’t want anyone to use them. Heaven forbid someone use something of hers w/o paying her some kind of fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the snow birds are gone for the winter I am going to be busy in the barn arranging it and making sure Delores has no business in it. I am also going to put locks on the doors. Since we will be the ones there I feel it needs to be secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for the auction. I may even video some of it. Mostly the expressions Delores makes when her “prized” processions don’t fetch a King’s ransom like she is counting on. I would have a different outlook on her if she wasn’t so “me-me what about me” all the time. I will always remember her as the person who will screw over family, friends, and strangers to get what she wants. Soon I won’t have to worry about her being out here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day care is going ok. We still need to get organized with the paperwork. I need to step up and start doing more. Having Foster kids is a little time consuming. We have to have them do more around the house. Clean their rooms, put their clothes away, and help with household chores. We get there. Just another day at the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-492460865306007493?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/492460865306007493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=492460865306007493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/492460865306007493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/492460865306007493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/10/approaching-auction.html' title='Approaching Auction'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-7389178788668672919</id><published>2008-09-30T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:29:24.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the flu</title><content type='html'>Christine and I both have the flu. The visiting baby was up at 3:30 Monday morning and 2:30 Tuesday morn. She went back to sleep around 3:30 AM. I woke up at 4:45 in a pool of sweat. I decided it would be better to go to work than stay home with the day care kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visiting kids seem to be getting better. Last night they didn’t give me any trouble. Christine had class last night and the kids had a visit with their mom. They came back in a good mood. Christine has to teach a class tonight. I will have them from 5:30 PM to 10:00 PM. They go to bed at 800 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo tried. This flu is kicking my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on at the farm. No baby goats yet. Randy fenced in a new pasture. Apollo is still there. The chickens are still laying 1-3 eggs a day. I’m waiting on this auction to get over with. I’ll be glad when I get that secret room. I still don’t know if Claudia is going to live out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-7389178788668672919?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7389178788668672919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=7389178788668672919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7389178788668672919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7389178788668672919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-flu.html' title='Got the flu'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-2063148636111686692</id><published>2008-09-25T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:13:57.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>After work I went in search of a six-sided 7/8 inch comb wrench. I couldn’t find a six-sided. All I could find were twelve-sided combo wrenches. $12 for a single wrench, what are these manufactures on …crack? We already have a 12-sided wrench so I went home. I met Christine, Kathy, and Randy at the end of the lane. They were waiting for the kids to get off the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to the house to change clothes before the gaggle of kids come storming down the lane. I fixed the training wheels on one of the bikes that one of the big kids (I know which one) got on and messed up. The older kids, 2 of them are out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the child care kids left we took the bikes out and went for a stroll with our visiting kids. One of the kids bought back 2 eggs from the hen house. The other one went with Kathy over to Delores in search of a clipboard for school Thursday. I kept the baby in the stroller. She was playing with a toy and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went out to do chores. We went to the chickens first. A couple of the hens were a little leery of going in the coop. I noticed a stick in there. The 2 older kids had disappeared for a while after getting off the bus. I wonder if they were terrorizing the chickens and threw a stick at one and it landed in the coop. Looks like a new rule has just been made. “No one over by the chickens without me”. If you are found over there you get one waning. The next time you’re found there you are outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to feed the goats and Randy and Sharon (Apollo’s owner) were standing looking at HD (Christine’s horse). Apparently HD had something stuck in her throat and was drooling profusely. It is about 6:30 PM so we decide to call the vet.  Mike (the vet) comes out around 8:00 PM. By this time what ever was in the horse’s throat was gone. Mike said it probably went into her stomach and she’ll have to pass it. That’s going to be an expensive poop. After hours service call = $$. Thanks HD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put HD and the other horses out in the pasture. By the time I got home it was 8:45 PM. I still hadn’t eaten dinner yet. This is the 2nd night in a row I didn’t get to eat until after the kids went to bed. Some thing about this routine has to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no goat kids. I do have to trim the goats’ hooves. The mares got into the feed the other day. The chickens look like they may be molting. There are feathers covering the coop floor. It’s just another day at the farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-2063148636111686692?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2063148636111686692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=2063148636111686692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2063148636111686692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2063148636111686692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-2497234511540890867</id><published>2008-09-24T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:44:53.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morphing of the Farm</title><content type='html'>{Recap}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out here my wife is running a child care activities center. We have children coming and going. Things get a little heated between children. We also have Christine’s grandparents, Christine’s parents, and Christine and I living out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine’s G-parents are in the process of having an auction to sell off their stuff and RV full time. Christine’s parents retired 2 years ago and pretty much work full time keeping the farm up. They say they work harder now than they did when they had jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and I are like to ships in the night. Some times our schedules allow us to actually talk to one another instead of text messaging and emailing. We need to make time for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt; Juggling child care children, foster care children, animals, farm maintenance, and work schedules are hectic. Things are bound to get crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-2497234511540890867?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2497234511540890867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=2497234511540890867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2497234511540890867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2497234511540890867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/morphing-of-farm.html' title='The Morphing of the Farm'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-8698634142052336223</id><published>2008-09-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:38:02.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bartering Begins</title><content type='html'>We talked with Christine’s G &amp;amp; G Wednesday about renting the trailer. Money-Gruber Delores is already trying to screw us over. I’ll had to say, she is consistent in the fact that she will screw over anyone, family or stranger. We said we would charge her “X” amount for the trailer lot. The same amount she charged us back in the early 90’s. You think she would be happy about this, you know inflation and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, She says she called a trailer park in Danville and got a price for a trailer lot. She probably asked for the cheapest price knowing her. The price is half of what she charged us. Milford said the price we are asking is a fair price. Delores just wants more of the almighty dollar in her pocket at the expense of family. Side note: I’ll be glad when she is off the property. I can’t hardly stand looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it looks as though Claudia and Rich are going to rent the trailer. We have to draw up a contract. I can see now I’m going to have to tell Delores it’s my way or the highway. She didn’t have a problem calling around Burlington to get a “fair” price for Christine and I to pay to her for lot rent. I foresee me telling Delores to forget the agreement and move the trailer off MY property. Did I mention I’ll be glad when she goes south?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called a mobile home park. The rent for a lot is $155. I little more than we are asking so let Delores start her whining now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-8698634142052336223?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8698634142052336223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=8698634142052336223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8698634142052336223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8698634142052336223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/bartering-begins.html' title='The Bartering Begins'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-7487366996148732246</id><published>2008-09-17T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:05:24.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>It’s a time of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on my car so I can change vehicles. I changed the spark plug wires and checked the front brakes. The brakes looked fine. I wonder why it sounds like the brakes are gone. Maybe it is the rotors. I’ll add them to my list of things to do. The van is about to loose the toque converter. After work I thought I was going to get stranded. The torque converter started slipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the car I have to change the downline oxygen sensors on the exhaust on the car and it should be ready to roll. I still need to replace the front and read rotors, but that can be done a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to change the location of my goats soon. I am going to bring them over to the barn for the winter; there is water, heat, and shelter there for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auction is 3 weeks away. It will be here soon. I can’t wait. I’ll be glad when all that stuff is gone. I am curious as to how much money the auction will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to get Apollo out of here. He is too unruly to stay here. I believe Sharon wants to keep him here. That is not an option. He has until the middle of Oct to be removed. If not, I will remove him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-7487366996148732246?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7487366996148732246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=7487366996148732246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7487366996148732246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7487366996148732246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-ready.html' title='Getting Ready'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5702334503865872421</id><published>2008-09-16T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:08:53.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auction Prep</title><content type='html'>I see hay racks showing up at the farm. The day is getting near. I can’t wait. In my best Gollum voice...{Soon my precious it will all be mine.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I took the cast iron bell from in front of the screened-in porch to put up by our house. The very next day Christine’s grandpa came walking around by the house. I went outside and he told me he was looking for the bell. He walked right by it. He had to see it. I told him we moved it up to the house. He informed me that they were putting it on the auction. I took it down within the hour in the rain. I took it to the barn and put it by their pile of junk on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine asked where the bell went. I told her what her G-pa had said and she decided that was the last straw. She doesn’t even want to be around for the auction. The only reason I’m going to be here is to make sure Money-grubber G-ma doesn’t sell off any of my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait until Delores asks me if I am going to bid on anything at the auction. I have been rehearsing my response, “No I don’t think so. There is something about bidding on family heirlooms that make them loose their sentimental value. Let some other family have it.” Money-grubber is hoping to play on the emotions of the family to put up big money for family mementoes. The thing about that is most of the family doesn’t have excess money to spend nor do many of them care to buy the stuff. Delores is a miserable woman who enjoys making others miserable and causing grief among her family. {After thought…I wonder if you can rent pall-bearers. She’ll need to.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a month I am hoping the grand parents are gone for the winter. I’m going to put fences and structures up while they’re gone. When they come back in the spring they will know I’m ready for Delores to be gone. COME ON October 10th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5702334503865872421?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5702334503865872421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5702334503865872421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5702334503865872421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5702334503865872421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/auction-prep.html' title='Auction Prep'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3192654035217667879</id><published>2008-09-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:35:00.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a crazy weekend. It rained all day Saturday. Our pond ran on shore by about 6 feet. Christine had a touch of the flu and we had four…yes 4 foster boys ages 12, 11, 8, and 5. When the rain slacked up, the boys and I would go out and go fishing. When the rain came down harder we would keep fishing. The temp was warm so it wasn’t bad. We didn’t catch any thing. We lost a bunch of lures and bobbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were good for the most part. They played air hockey and computer games. We definitely have to get inside games for older children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was better. We went to the River Front and skipped stones in the river. The boys ran along the river. We went to Snake Alley. The most crooked road in the world according to the Guinness Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home and went fishing and rode in the paddle boat. Over all it was a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3192654035217667879?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3192654035217667879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3192654035217667879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3192654035217667879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3192654035217667879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/crazy-weekend.html' title='Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-4676623501173217406</id><published>2008-09-16T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:34:22.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance</title><content type='html'>We performed at the local Farmer’s Market Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;We got a very positive response. The local newspaper did an article on us for the Lifestyle section &lt;a href="http://www.thehawkeye.com/Story/Belly-Dancers-091408"&gt;http://www.thehawkeye.com/Story/Belly-Dancers-091408&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a drumming session close to the end of the performance. Some market goers started dancing with us. It was great.&lt;br /&gt; A good friend of ours is moving to NY for health reasons. We are going to miss him. We are hoping to go visit him in the near future. We are looking at taking the train out there. That would be a blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-4676623501173217406?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4676623501173217406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=4676623501173217406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4676623501173217406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4676623501173217406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/performance.html' title='Performance'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-4772483821328028826</id><published>2008-09-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:21:05.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Grubber</title><content type='html'>Just as I figured. The money-grubber is at work. Delores is figuring out a way for her to capitalize on family. As I mentioned in an earlier post, Claudia (Christine’s aunt, Delores daughter, Kathy’s sister) and her husband Rich were talking about renting Delores and Milford’s trailer. Claudia talked to Milford and Delores about it and the very next day Delores calls Kathy (under the guise of wishing Kathy and Randy happy anniversary) to discuss the renting of her trailer. She wanted to know if Christine and I said Claudia and Rich could rent the trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy told Delores that Claudia would have to pay lot rent of $125, the same price Delores charged Christine and I when we moved out there. Delores was like, I didn’t think about that. NO SHIT. She doesn’t think about the possibility of having to pay for anything. It’s all Take with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just as I promised. This winter is going to be busy and could get heated. Perhaps even a couple of family hurt feelings. Delores is already counting the money. She says she doesn’t want to have an auction, she doesn’t want to move, BUT she is willing to rent her trailer for a year until she decides to move back. HER lying ass, she sees another way to soak family out of money for her own greed. This lady is truly a case study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like where this is leading. I was hoping to get rid of the trailer on the hill. If Claudia doesn’t rent it, no one else is. Not her daughter or any cousins, or anyone else. This isn’t a family spring board. I seem to remember getting burnt before helping members of Christine’s family; you think they would have learned from the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my prediction. Claudia and Rich won’t move out to the farm. Delores extends her money-grubbing hand to other family members and suggests they move out to the farm in order to get money from them. Under the guise that she is helping them out in their hour of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say no one is moving out here. I become the bad guy because I don’t want people living out here, except for my in-laws. They are the only ones that have given a damn about the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delores will mope and whine about being forced to move or do without because she can’t afford (Fill in the blank). She’ll blame everyone else for her woes, all the while causing strife throughout the family. I will move her shit from the secret room in the barn to the garage hooked to the trailer. I will take over the secret room. Why? Because the barn is supposed to be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a storm is brewing. Let it come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-4772483821328028826?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4772483821328028826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=4772483821328028826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4772483821328028826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4772483821328028826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/money-grubber.html' title='Money Grubber'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-31466238076140507</id><published>2008-09-08T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:15:24.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Starting to Move</title><content type='html'>Well the auction pendulum has swung to the “I didn’t want to have an auction” side. Delores is blaming Milford for wanting the auction. I’m sure she is fishing for pity. She was the one seeing $$ in her eyes. Now she doesn’t want to move. They are fixing the floor in the trailer the flooded. Insurance is paying for some of the repairs. It looks like they will be there for a while. That’s okay. I am moving forward with my plans for the barn area. I’m turning it into a communal area. I would like to put a gathering area where the trailer is. This winter will be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-laws pulled out Sunday. They are taking a couple week vacation. Wish I could of went with them. They are planning to be back for the auction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like now the mower and tractor are back on the auction block. Delores wanted to put the furniture from the trailer in the barn. That would of meant that my tractor go outside. I don’t think so Willis. She can put HER furniture in HER garage. I will let her put a hayrack with her stuff on it in the barn the night before the auction if it looks like rain. Other than that she can figure it out herself. She wouldn’t help us out if there wasn’t anything in it for her. I’ll be glad when Oct 10th gets here. That’s auction day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the auction is over I am putting a lock on the barn. It is mainly to keep her from putting more of her shit in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mat came and picked up Roscoe the dog. Roscoe was visiting the neighbors unannounced. I figured he better go before someone whacked him. Mat also took the cats. I guess the boys still wanted them. I wasn’t aware of that. It was my understanding that the cats weren’t going over to where Mat is. I guess they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the last animal swap of the season. We came home without any animals. That is awesome. Now that we are gearing up for winter, we need to get Apollo out of here. I can’t afford him out there anymore. It looks like I’ll have to put a date on the removal. I don’t know how aggressively Sharon is looking for another place for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained most of the day. It will be a little longer until I can  finish mowing the yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-31466238076140507?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/31466238076140507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=31466238076140507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/31466238076140507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/31466238076140507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-starting-to-move.html' title='Things Starting to Move'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6243932177801436496</id><published>2008-09-02T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:00:47.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Gustav heading for my relatives in Biloxi, MS. They weren’t hit too badly. A limb fell on my youngest daughter’s car. Messed it up a bit, broke the tail light and dented he roof a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had three children stay with us for the weekend. They are 17 months, 3 &amp;amp; 4 year old. Pretty good children really. We hung around the farm all weekend. They enjoyed helping me with the chores. They liked the cats and horses the best. The goats pushed them around trying to get to the food. The chickens didn’t hold their interest at all, until the rooster crowed. After that we were back to see the horses. They liked sitting on the horse while it ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no kids from my goats. Peaches is still limping but getting better. I am looking at getting rid of the cats (I got the go-ahead) and turning the lean-two into the winter goat shelter. I all ready have buyers for my kids and they aren’t even here yet. I will work on the pen today. I have to get some photos posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy and Kathy bought some saddles and blankets from the Kalona horse sale. Looks like we may be able to start riding those horses now. We put up a temporary grazing area this weekend for the horses. I have the jigger bites to prove it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6243932177801436496?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6243932177801436496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6243932177801436496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6243932177801436496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6243932177801436496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-1468434235161621084</id><published>2008-08-29T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:10:08.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Buzz is going around about cut backs. Some of the engineers upstairs gone the axe. I hear 25 were let go. Some more are scheduled to be released in Oct. Tech writers are compiling a list of projects we still have going in hopes we can keep our jobs until the economy picks up. My inside voice {Good luck with that.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at it like this;I will find something. I will make money somehow, legally of course. I can raise goats, sell chickens, eggs, handyman services, childcare activities, I will think of something. Who knows, I may not even have to worry about layoffs. My boss is meeting with her boss next week to discuss the 09 budget. I hope she tells us what is coming down the road instead of showing up one day and telling us to clear out our desk. I dreamt Tuesday night I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;laid off&lt;/span&gt;. We'll see if this is to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-1468434235161621084?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1468434235161621084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=1468434235161621084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1468434235161621084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1468434235161621084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/job-uncertainty.html' title='Job Uncertainty'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3933607482036607017</id><published>2008-08-29T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:53:13.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>It seems like this has been a long week. Finally, Friday is here. I am getting rid of my 5 roosters today...yay. I'll be down to 1 rooster and about 20 hens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaches is still limp on that leg. I noticed her hoof needs trimming. I was going to do it yesterday but I couldn't find the trimmers. While I was out in the barn I found them laying in the dirt (nice). I will clean them and trim Peaches hoof today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are watching 3 children for the weekend. It is going to be a long weekend. We are having some friends come out Saturday for a New Moon gathering with a bonfire. It will be interesting with 3 young ones (17 mos., 3 &amp;amp; 4 yr old). What are we thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping to build the goat kid's pens today. I brought the wood over to the goat pen yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at using flashing for the roof cap on the barn. The caps for the tin we used costs $39 for 10 feet. Our barn is 47 feet. Flashing is only $11 per 10 feet. Flashing it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3933607482036607017?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3933607482036607017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3933607482036607017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3933607482036607017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3933607482036607017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-7646651407738752367</id><published>2008-08-28T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:59:04.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, pretty quite</title><content type='html'>Yesterday went pretty well. Randy and Kathy went to Iowa City for an appointment. Christine went to SCC (college) to prep for her online class. She got good news. The college had to turn students away because there aren’t enough professors to teach online classes. If the college turns students away for two semesters, the college will hire an instructor for that class. That would be sweet if Christine could get full time at SCC. Overall it was a lazy evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At my place of employment (CASE New Holland) an Italian engineer is visiting. I hear he is the one in charge of lay offs for the engineer group. He has laidoff about 25 engineers I hear. He may be doing another round of layoffs. We’ll see. The company is looking at redesigning current product models instead of creating new models. Times are getting tough. Changes are coming. Better start digging the well now before we run out of water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-7646651407738752367?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7646651407738752367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=7646651407738752367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7646651407738752367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7646651407738752367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/wednesday-pretty-quite.html' title='Wednesday, pretty quite'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3959504970955877597</id><published>2008-08-28T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:48:45.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goat update</title><content type='html'>I have to get that goat area fixed up before the snow flies. The kids should be here the end of the month. Hazel, the mature nanny, has a knot in her milk bag. That has me worried. I have to get goat milk supplement for her kid’s. Peaches is still limping. I think she aggravates her hoof during the day. I hope her birthing goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaches should have her kids around the same time as Hazel. Their milk bag still looks pretty small. The bags don't look developed yet. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3959504970955877597?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3959504970955877597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3959504970955877597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3959504970955877597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3959504970955877597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/goat-update.html' title='Goat update'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-8514275607422646005</id><published>2008-08-28T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:46:38.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They’re outta here</title><content type='html'>The 5 roosters that is. Someone from work has a friend that is going to take them. That will leave me with 1 rooster and about 20 hens. I probably should count them so I know if any are disappearing. I wanted to hatch some chicks to sell as meat birds but I think the weather is going to get nasty before I can collect enough eggs and incubate them. The incubation period is 21 days. If I started now it would probably be the end of September before I get chicks. I think I’ll wait until after winter. If I get to use the secret room (an enclosed room) in the barn I might try to hatch a batch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-8514275607422646005?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8514275607422646005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=8514275607422646005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8514275607422646005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8514275607422646005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/theyre-outta-here.html' title='They’re outta here'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6515457231059473918</id><published>2008-08-26T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:42:57.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>It would seem my run of luck, be it good or bad depending on how you look at it, is continuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I decided to change the oil in the van and car. Starting with the car, I jacked it up, put the jack stand in place then discover I couldn’t get the drip pan in place to catch the oil. I had to reposition the jack. The cats, that aren’t mine, seem to enjoy using a corner of the barn for their bowel releasing pleasure. As I am changing the oil the reek of cat poop is nasty. They have 30 acres to use and they decide to use the inside of the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After smelling and stepping in their droppings I decide to run them out of the barn brandishing a shovel. In and out they run. I finally get the oil changed in the car and start on the van. After loosening the oil filter and receiving a hot oil bath, not enjoyable at the least, I finally get finished with the oil changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back still hurts from chain sawing Sunday. I get an early start on chores. It is about 6:00 PM when I finish with the vehicles. I get the cages I am using to keep my roosters in. I have 1 rooster per cage. They each have their own food &amp;amp; water bowl. These birds live better than I do. I throw some feed into the cages and luckily they congregate around the cages. I quickly grab them using my cat-like reflexes and put them in their respective cages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the hens are in the coop during the day so they can remember to lay the eggs in the nestboxes instead of all over the farm, are getting excited seeing me throw feed to the roosters. They figure they are next to feast. I open the coop and let the hens out for some exercise. They run to where the roosters are and start trying to get the feed. I shake my head. I look in the nestbox and see 3 eggs. Better than finding 1 egg the other day. I feed them and move the roosters’ cages into the coop. I don’t trust those raccoons around here. I lock up the coop. The cats are back in the barn! I say a few choice words to encourage them to vacate the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy calls to me and says there is water standing in front of her parents’ trailer. Great. I finish up with the chickens and head over to the trailer. As I approach, Kathy tells me the toilet has been over-flowing and the inside is soaked. Again, Great…just what we need. The flapper in the tank stuck open and there must have been a clog in the toilet drain. The water just kept running. Sort of like my electric bill since the water pump is on my meter. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy gets to work cleaning up the place. Her parents are off RVing for the week so no one was at home when this happened. I’m sure Kathy won’t get any thank you’s from her mom. It will somehow be our fault that this happened. Her mom will blame someone else like she always does. She won’t appreciate what Kathy has done. Anyway, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I head over to the other barn and feed the goats. Peaches is still limping but not as bad. I get some 2X4’s down from the rafters so I can make the kidding pens Tuesday after work. I have to coyote-proof my goat pen before the kids arrive. As I am carrying the wood across the pond damn I see my dog with something hanging out her mouth. It is a small rabbit. That dog is a good hunter. I congratulate her on her hunting prowess and continue to the main barn carrying my 2X4’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy meets me half way and asks me to help him with the lawn tractor. We have to get a tensioner spring on the mower deck to connect onto a post. We end up putting a ratcheting strap on the movable tension bar and the stationary post and tightening the strap. It worked great. We did however have to cut the strap off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that and sending another 15 minutes chasing the cats back out of the barn I decided to head home. It is 8:30 now. Time to eat some pasta and fresh green beans. My mother-in-law had made supper earlier, before the flooding episode. I’ll miss her when her and my father-in-law leaves for the winter. My wife was at the studio during all this. Who wants to be me? I do! What a day. I can’t wait to see what Tuesday brings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6515457231059473918?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6515457231059473918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6515457231059473918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6515457231059473918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6515457231059473918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5514013076434829155</id><published>2008-08-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:50:11.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Weekend</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning turned disastrous while yard-saling. We were backing up in the van to turn around and hit a fire hydrant. It smashed the left side of the rear bumper of my in-laws van. My wife was driving at the time. That is going to cost us $500 deductible. I didn’t even see the hydrant and I walked by it! It was located right by a drive way. It was painted Forrest green and has a white top. The concrete it was on was a light white and the grass in the yard was green. The city of West Burlington is smart I’ll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day my wife drops her Blackberry in a puddle of water. It won’t turn on. We have insurance on it but it still cost us $50 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon one of my pregnant goats starts bellowing. My wife tells me something is wrong with one of the goats. I run down the hill and she was lying on the ground feet uphill. I go over to her and she tries to get up but isn’t able. I see she has one of her hoof clef stuck in between a fork in a sapling. I free her hoof and check for breakage. I feel the clef joint pop back into place. She is walking on it gingerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I started putting up an electric fence around the parameter of the property. We drove in close to 30 steel tee posts with a driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and her parents went into town to get a few things. Later I’d find out they picked up more fence posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were in town I cut every sapling down that could cause a problem for my goats. My back is sore from leaning over using a chainsaw for close to 2 hours cutting these saplings down. Seen poison ivy around the area and went in to take a shower. As I was getting ready to go in to shower Christine and parents came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in to shower in case I had gotten the poison ivy on me. I no sooner finish the shower and sit in the recliner and I hear Christine driving in fence posts. I get up and go out and help her drive the rest of the posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I go and do chores. I feed the goats. I check Peaches (the goat that fell) hoof. She is still limping on it. I can tell it is still tender. I put hay in their trough and check their water. The horses see me and start coming up thinking I’m going to feed them. They had already been fed a little earlier. I check their water and it is low. The owner of one of the horses sat over by the horses all day and didn’t even put water in the trough. So I had to do it. It is now 7:30 PM. I still have the chickens to feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish feeding and watering the goats and horse I head over to the other barn where the chickens are. I have my rooster (5 of them) separated from my hens. I have one rooster that runs with the hens. {&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note to self&lt;/span&gt;: I might change him out and let one of my younger rooster’s run with the hens, I think on it}.&lt;br /&gt;All the hens follow me to the coop. I check the nest box and see one lousy egg. I have close to 20 hens and I see one egg. I go in the barn and see 3 eggs on the floor next to the hay bales. I shake my head in amazement. All the nest boxes (about 18 around the coop) they lay their eggs on the floor by the hay. I feed the hens and release the roosters back to the coop. Inside the coop it is a feeding frenzy, as always. I grab my eggs and head home. I finally relax and eat super at 8:00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an expensive and hectic weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5514013076434829155?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5514013076434829155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5514013076434829155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5514013076434829155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5514013076434829155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/hectic-weekend.html' title='Hectic Weekend'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-1685128466687514417</id><published>2008-08-15T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T07:24:05.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Farm</title><content type='html'>We are supposed to get another horse Saturday. She is a mature mare, 12 or 13 years old I believe. This one is for me to train and work with. That will be three horses out at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hens aren’t laying well. Out of 15-18 hens I have only been getting 3-6 eggs a day. I have been told that the 6 roosters I have (trying to get rid of) is the problem. Since I am vegetarian I don’t want to dress the roosters out just to give them to someone else to eat. Everyone wants free range chicken, but they don’t want to clean them. I guess that puts them too close to their food. Most people I’ve talked to doesn’t want to see how their food gets from hoof to plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if more people had to process their own food their eating habits would change. I think you would see more vegetarians and Raw veggie eaters. Of course they (meat-eaters) wouldn’t admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to salvage some wood from my brother-in-law’s corn crib to enclose our barn (animal shelter). He lost his house to the flood and is going to clear the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get the enclosure done because a couple of the nannies are going to “kid” (birth) the end of August. These next couple of weeks is going to be busy. But then when isn’t it busy around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-1685128466687514417?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1685128466687514417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=1685128466687514417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1685128466687514417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/1685128466687514417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-farm.html' title='On the Farm'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5831580619034001047</id><published>2008-07-01T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T06:09:57.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past weekend</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty laid-back weekend. We swapped some gates around in the barn across the pond. Did a little ground work with the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to keep the chickens out of the barn while allowing the cats and kittens access to outside. We put a covering in front of the the sliding door with an outlet for the cats to go through. Those chickens keep going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the opening and getting into the cats food and knocking over the water bowl. And pooping every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats are pooping in the barn and it stinks. that's the reason we are trying to let the cats outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shifter&lt;/span&gt; for the tractor is stuck in 1st gear. We can't get it out of gear. We will try to take the shifter plate off and fix it. The place we have tractor work done at is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cutoff&lt;/span&gt; by flood water. We can't wait for the water to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recede&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5831580619034001047?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5831580619034001047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5831580619034001047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5831580619034001047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5831580619034001047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/07/past-weekend.html' title='Past weekend'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5054967317431276072</id><published>2008-06-27T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T05:46:00.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing you up to date</title><content type='html'>All is well in the "Commune".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we have a bigger family unit. Mat and Julie are staying with us for a while. Their home got flooded. That has to be heartbreaking. The waters are still up to and in the house. They are in limbo about what the government is going to do. We all know how the government is. SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals are getting along pretty well. My rooster is a bully. He keeps trying to rein supreme over the other rooster. The cats are getting use to seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. They still maintain a distance from one another. The dogs they run, eat, sleep, and the other stuff dogs do. They get along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and I are surrounded by meat-eaters. It hasn't been a problem though. Everyone respects our veggie lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the roads have washed out. Some are still under water. The majority of the cleanup hasn't even started yet. The stench from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stagnate&lt;/span&gt; water is getting ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had rain for the pass 3 nights. Each accompanied with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thunder&lt;/span&gt;, lightening, and winds. Just what we DON'T need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later. Carry on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5054967317431276072?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5054967317431276072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5054967317431276072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5054967317431276072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5054967317431276072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/bring-you-up-to-date.html' title='Bringing you up to date'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-4811829017461159107</id><published>2008-06-13T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T04:56:49.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a night!</title><content type='html'>After work Thursday, Christine and I went out to my bro-in-law's house. We pretty much got every thing out of the house, including the AC unit outside. Hope he isn't pissed about that (I didn't do it). We (Christine and I) somehow wound up with Rosco (Beagle), 5 chickens (1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roo&lt;/span&gt; and 4 hens), and 5 cats (2 adults and 3 kittens). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder how that happened. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river isn't supposed to crest now they say until Wednesday. It is supposed to get 23.6 - 24 feet. A couple of levees have broke north of here. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wapallo&lt;/span&gt; and around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oakville&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got quite a bit of rain and wind last night. Nice lightening show. The tin roof held on the shelter house/barn across the pond. I am going to try to put the ridge cap on this weekend. We have been lucky so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flood is like preparing for a hurricane. You know it's coming but you don't know exactly when or how bad it will be. I guess we hope for the best and prepare for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted. Burlington Steamboat Days has cancelled it's activities. I think it is the first time it has happened. The Old train depot is surrounded by water (yes I will post a photo).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-4811829017461159107?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4811829017461159107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=4811829017461159107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4811829017461159107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4811829017461159107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-night.html' title='What a night!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-758347409975515470</id><published>2008-06-12T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:40:52.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here come the Flood</title><content type='html'>The Mississippi River is supposed to crest at 24 feet on June 18th. My brother-in-law and his family are being evacuated today from his home. Christine and I are going there after work to help them move stuff up from the basement and first floor. My In-Laws are there at the moment helping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story about an evacuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehawkeye.com/Story/evacuation-WEB-061208"&gt;http://www.thehawkeye.com/Story/evacuation-WEB-061208&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flood won’t affect us since we live away from the river. But a lot of the downtown businesses are worried. A couple of banks have closed already. This could prove to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, I’ll post photos as I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-758347409975515470?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/758347409975515470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=758347409975515470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/758347409975515470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/758347409975515470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/mississippi-river-is-supposed-to-crest.html' title='Here come the Flood'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3528121465710998492</id><published>2008-06-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:59:51.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal swap</title><content type='html'>Went to the animal swap Sunday morning looking for some goats. We found a set that was in our budget but they looked scraggly. Christine and Randy found some good looking ones. Four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boer&lt;/span&gt; goats all nannies two with kids that are due at the end of August. The other two are supposed to be with kids. We'll see. Three of the nannies are yearlings and one is 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll they bought them. My bank account suffered a major financial leak. If we sell off the male goats we can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recoup&lt;/span&gt; our money. The seller delivered the goats to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy and Christine put together a pen for the goats next to the chickens. Hopefully the goats will deter any predators that go after the chickens. Two of my older hens wouldn't go in the coop in the evening. I think they are unsure of the goats being there. I had to trap them in their old coop. I used a fish net on one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3528121465710998492?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3528121465710998492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3528121465710998492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3528121465710998492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3528121465710998492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/animal-swap.html' title='Animal swap'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-8807813282910086495</id><published>2008-06-09T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:52:14.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The coop is finished</title><content type='html'>I finally finished the coop. It looks pretty good. The chickens spent their first night in it Saturday night. No mishaps Sunday morning when I let them out. I'll post photos later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-8807813282910086495?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8807813282910086495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=8807813282910086495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8807813282910086495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8807813282910086495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/coop-is-finished.html' title='The coop is finished'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3030146708161615873</id><published>2008-06-03T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:46:38.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The coop</title><content type='html'>Finished the screening of the coop yesterday. I have to proof the edging around the bottom of the coop and it will be ready to test. I will test it using some bait is see if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;raccoon's&lt;/span&gt; or possums can get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be angry if they can. I spent a lot of time and effort on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have 12 older chickens and 10 chicks. Plenty of room for more chickens in this new coop and I can put some in the old coop too. Or I can put a couple of goats or sheep in them. The animal swap is this weekend. Might bring home a new critter or critters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3030146708161615873?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3030146708161615873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3030146708161615873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3030146708161615873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3030146708161615873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/coop.html' title='The coop'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-2079615328814938941</id><published>2008-06-02T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T04:42:10.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Tin Roof</title><content type='html'>WOW is it hot. Saturday Christine, Randy, Matt, and myself put the metal roof on the pole barn. We put 30 sheets of 13 ft., 24 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;. steel on the 24 ft. X 45 ft. barn. Poor Christine was feeding the sheets up to Matt and I. She was hating life, but she stuck to it. I'm proud of her. Randy was helping sometimes. Kathy was fixing dinner (Mexican). It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I didn't do much. Randy and I went out and tied the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trusses&lt;/span&gt; together on the pole barn. Then went to Warren's farm to look at some Morgan horses. We are looking to breed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; to his stud and maybe get a yearling colt for me to work with. The price is a little high so he'll work on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and I also started our Cleanse Sunday morning. We are shooting for 10-12 days. We went 7 days last time we started. Basically it is a detox cleanse. Ridding the body of toxins from processed foods and other "not good for you" products that we put in our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rough getting up this morning. Now here I am in the cube wishing I was doing a hundred other things at the farm. Expecting rain tonight. Hope the roof holds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-2079615328814938941?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2079615328814938941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=2079615328814938941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2079615328814938941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2079615328814938941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-tin-roof.html' title='Hot Tin Roof'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-176393283823823</id><published>2008-05-30T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:49:14.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Woes</title><content type='html'>Christine rode her horse (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; evening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apollo&lt;/span&gt; went crazy in the pasture being by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;his self&lt;/span&gt;. I had a halter and lead rope on him trying to brush him and apply fly spray. As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; went out for a ride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Apollo&lt;/span&gt; reared up and I had to let the rope go or take a chance of getting hit. I hate to say but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Apollo&lt;/span&gt; is either going to get worked by me during the day, every day or he finds a new home. I can't have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;unruly&lt;/span&gt; horse at the farm with elderly and young people around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-176393283823823?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/176393283823823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=176393283823823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/176393283823823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/176393283823823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/horse-woes.html' title='Horse Woes'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-3833246484193320106</id><published>2008-05-30T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:42:21.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken coop</title><content type='html'>I almost have the new chicken cop finished. I am picking up the last of the wood today. I will check the security of the coop this weekend. I will do this by putting tuna fish cans inside the coop and see if anything can get to it. I'll let you knoe the outcome. I'll post photos this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning as I drove down the lane to go to work I noticed the live trap was closed. I looked inside and it was empty. I suspect someone was playing with it and triggered the release. I reset it so hopefully it will be occupied this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-3833246484193320106?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3833246484193320106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=3833246484193320106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3833246484193320106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/3833246484193320106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/chicken-coop.html' title='Chicken coop'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-2285601390683328951</id><published>2008-05-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:43:37.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed update</title><content type='html'>Been busy lately so I haven't had a lot of free time to write. Christine and I went down to Biloxi, MS to visit my relatives. It was nice spending time with my grandson and everyone else of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were gone a racoon got into my chicken coops and thinned out my flock. I lost about 6-8 chickens. A couple of them were laying hens. When I got back home I set the live trap and caught 2 racoons. I relocated them to the after-world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine's belly dance troupe, &lt;a href="http://www.tribalattitude.org/"&gt;www.tribalattitude.org&lt;/a&gt;,  and friends performed at the local casino. It was a blast. We received a lot of positive feedback. May do it again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas prices are killing us ($3.79 a gal). It costs a small fortune to cut grass. We are looking at  getting a few sheep and goats. I'm still waiting for my horse to be purchased. I'll hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of building a bigger coop. I am building it in the lean-to off the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planted the garden this past weekend. We didn't put as much in it this year as we did last year. Hopefully we have enough to last through the winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-2285601390683328951?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/2285601390683328951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=2285601390683328951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2285601390683328951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/2285601390683328951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/05/much-needed-update.html' title='Much needed update'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5755006931221555647</id><published>2008-04-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:32:24.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Snowbirds</title><content type='html'>The weather is warming and the snowbirds are returning to the farm. Christine’s grand parents came home yesterday. Her parents ought to be home in a week or two. Our routine has already changed. We have to close the blinds at night, be fully clothed when going outside, and consider the time before starting to work in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5755006931221555647?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5755006931221555647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5755006931221555647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5755006931221555647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5755006931221555647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/return-of-snowbirds.html' title='Return of the Snowbirds'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-7878864000329524249</id><published>2008-04-18T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:21:20.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>During the winter</title><content type='html'>This year started off rough. We had record snow fall, rain, and ice. It is mid April and we had a little snow flurry last week. The weather kept Christine and I inside for most of winter. All the animals made it. The chicken eggs were freezing and cracking in the nest boxes with a few hours of the hens laying them.&lt;br /&gt;The tips of my fingers were numbing by the time I would complete chores. I wasn’t able to clean the barn any. I did manage to take the barn heater down. I was thinking about trying to do a little personifying in the barn but it’s a communal area so I left things the way they were. We did some rearranging in the barn for the winter but de-rearranged it for the spring. In other words, we put the clutter back.&lt;br /&gt;Christine and I put up an electric fence for the new horse area. The area is across the pond. We still have to roof and enclose the structure to house the horses. I trimmed up some trees and cleared some areas for future construction sites. One site is for my chicken coop. My Maran rooster has become aggressive. I have to keep him away from people or he will come up from behind and spur you. He is just doing his job. I think he will become part of an entrée.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the changing of seasons, the dynamics of the farm are starting to change. Which way will the wind blow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-7878864000329524249?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7878864000329524249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=7878864000329524249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7878864000329524249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7878864000329524249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/during-winter.html' title='During the winter'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6926588943048082385</id><published>2008-04-18T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:47:46.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm lineage</title><content type='html'>Christine and I bought the farm. The family farm that is. This is how it came to be. Christine’s grandpa, Milford, received the farm from his parents. Milford and Delores (Christine’s grandma and Kathy's parents) sold it to Christine’s parents, Randy and Kathy. Randy and Kathy sold it to Christine and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6926588943048082385?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6926588943048082385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6926588943048082385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6926588943048082385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6926588943048082385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2008/04/farm-lineage.html' title='Farm lineage'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-4458906755971029517</id><published>2007-12-22T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:27:02.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side of the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-4458906755971029517?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4458906755971029517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=4458906755971029517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4458906755971029517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/4458906755971029517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2007/12/side-of-house.html' title='Side of the house'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-5876822201654382395</id><published>2007-12-21T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:14:57.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-28683e0d75f2b7b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D028683e0d75f2b7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331333971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BA98DB6F4CAC1182AA2274B8C280AA0A99CB506.21E7F63500EACCE5619EF7FFDE268EBE0ACDB3A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28683e0d75f2b7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8oLsY6s37ujUURQYTBChOs-KqYY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D028683e0d75f2b7b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331333971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BA98DB6F4CAC1182AA2274B8C280AA0A99CB506.21E7F63500EACCE5619EF7FFDE268EBE0ACDB3A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28683e0d75f2b7b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8oLsY6s37ujUURQYTBChOs-KqYY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are lights that are under the snow. They look pretty neat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5876822201654382395?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=28683e0d75f2b7b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5876822201654382395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5876822201654382395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5876822201654382395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5876822201654382395'/><link 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class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-62111b81b7f3b004" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62111b81b7f3b004%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331333971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49B528FDE9B97CBA322FC05BFA2DBFEA9338955D.59DD6B8C0EF6868760C0DA83B5A4DC0AB5E88025%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62111b81b7f3b004%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLuLdKo1Z23BRDrYDO7qNO6uYPTk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D62111b81b7f3b004%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331333971%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49B528FDE9B97CBA322FC05BFA2DBFEA9338955D.59DD6B8C0EF6868760C0DA83B5A4DC0AB5E88025%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D62111b81b7f3b004%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLuLdKo1Z23BRDrYDO7qNO6uYPTk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is our backyard during the snow fall in December 2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-5379228626899956382?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=62111b81b7f3b004&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5379228626899956382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=5379228626899956382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5379228626899956382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/5379228626899956382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-on-ground.html' title='Snow on the ground'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-6609633071264499424</id><published>2007-12-20T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:46:16.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting snow</title><content type='html'>The temp is rising. It is in the mid thirties. It's getting pretty sloppy outside. I put up an electric wire around my chicken coop to keep the horses from leaving droppings around my coop. I'm in the market for a horse. I don't think I want to get one during the winter but the prices are reasonable that this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about a 9 year old gelding that is on the market. I'll swing by and look at it. First I should find out who it is that is selling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some photos in a couple of days of the snow storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-6609633071264499424?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6609633071264499424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=6609633071264499424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6609633071264499424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/6609633071264499424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2007/12/melting-snow.html' title='Melting snow'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-7328913981614842459</id><published>2007-12-17T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:34:03.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the storm</title><content type='html'>We didn't get the big storm the weather channel was prediting. We got probably 2 inches of snow. Friday and Saturday we got about 5 inches of snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-7328913981614842459?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7328913981614842459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=7328913981614842459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7328913981614842459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/7328913981614842459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2007/12/after-storm.html' title='After the storm'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2169063435796868248.post-8463754337492503708</id><published>2007-12-11T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:20:51.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night before the ice storm.</title><content type='html'>We are looking at an ice storm tonight. It is sleeting as I write this post. There is already ice covering everything. We have the bath tub filled with water to flush the toilets. We have pitchers filled with drinking water. I called in to work this morning because of ice on the ground. Tuesday is supposed to be worst than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather station says this storm is supposed to be worst than last years. Last year we lost power for three day. We woke up to 55 degrees in the house. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the present we have 19 chickens and two horses. Kathy and I broke ice off the electric fence today. I shock the hell out of myself putting the fence wire back on the insulator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickens seem to hang out in the coop since it is raining. The horses roam around under the trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2169063435796868248-8463754337492503708?l=knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8463754337492503708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2169063435796868248&amp;postID=8463754337492503708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8463754337492503708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2169063435796868248/posts/default/8463754337492503708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottycreekfarm.blogspot.com/2007/12/night-before-ice-storm.html' title='Night before the ice storm.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08573462478926768170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_2w_uZaTe5T8/R19LVOjBeLI/AAAAAAAAABY/Je0l8_Qtxfs/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
