To market to market jiggity jig!!

IMG_8509[1]I’ve been trying to sell the little buck kids for a couple of months.  Facebook is a really good site for connecting with people who have similar interests and they have really awesome buy and sell sites. HOWEVER– they do not want people selling living things. People get creative and sell a halter, comes with free horse, or dog food, comes with free puppy.  I tried to pre-empt rejection and sold some pretty little chicks as “lawn ornaments, look like chickens only smaller”.

I’ve been lucky and haven’t had a problem posting animals for sale until this fall.  Every ad I posted came back as unacceptable.  Even when I tried the old trick of posting the goats as milk machines, or brush cutters, or some other creative description, every ad came back rejected.  And time passed.  Finally, I simply started a discussion and posted that way, with pictures and prices buried in the comment section.  But alas, I only sold one.  I just couldn’t keep them any longer.  I didn’t want them to escape and breed the girls too soon, and I just couldn’t see feeding them all winter for nothing.  So I called a marketing agency for selling sheep and goats, and booked a spot for them on the next truck.

The call came in for a truck loading on a Thursday.  Wouldn’t you know it, I couldn’t find anyone to drive my bus run for me.  The truck was loading in Saskatoon–two hours there and two hours back.  Half an hour to unload.  I had a five hour window to do a four and a half hour job–not much room for error or emergencies.

My daughter and I loaded the three bucklings the night before.  We put on the truck cap and filled it full of nice dry hay, then loaded the goats.  They would have lots to eat and a warm place for the night.  It was very cold over night, thank goodness, cause I was afraid they would overheat in such a small enclosed area.  I opened the side windows as much as I dared for ventilation, but not so wide that they could jump out.  In the morning I did my run while my daughter did chores.  I came home,  jumped into the truck and off we went.  The goats were cozy and not overheated so that was a relief.

Once at the collection site, I could see there were a few trucks ahead of us, all with trailers.  I sought out the fellow in charge and blurted out, “I have goats!!”

“I’m so sorry for you!!” was the reply.  This guy was a comedian!  A quick discussion with the other drivers and they agreed to let me unload as I only had three animals.  While the guys were blocking holes, I backed up to the chute and my goat wrangling daughter jumped into the back and encouraged them to leave.  The comedian figured that goat wrangling should be something to put on a resume–if you can wrangle goats, you can do anything.  He also commented how they were harder to contain than water.  That even something water-proof may not hold goats. I always thought this was an original thought of mine–perhaps I heard it from someone else, but I think most probably, goat people come to this conclusion naturally, from experience.  Goats are like water–they can slip thru everything.

Unloaded, goats successfully contained, we headed home with time to spare.  Three less mouths to feed, three less worries.  Happiness is…IMG_8779[1]

Winter is here!!

Last year at this time I was just returning from Normandy.  We’d had a brief flurry of winter before I left but when I returned home, fall stretched out warm and mild into the beginning of December.  Not so this year.  It’s been snowing now since Halloween, slowly, slowly building up.  An early winter.


But I got some lovely fall shots before the snow.  There is a coulee I drive thru on my bus run–It’s so pretty.  I left early several mornings just to have a chance to stop and take some pictures.

We went out for a drive one evening–I couldn’t resist the reflections in the evening sunset!!

Mr Moose was out and about too–this was maximum zoom on my phone camera–but he was huge!!  I hope he makes it thru hunting season!!  Can you see him??


The sunrises are beautiful for just a few short mornings before the timing of my run makes me miss them.


My mountain ash was a riot of color!!

The migratory patterns seem to have changed too.  There’s always been lots of geese flying over, and grazing in the fields, but I’ve never seen so many snow geese.

I had to shovel a path for the chickens to get out to their water bowl.  They don’t like to walk in the snow and I want them out of the coop as much as possible, for exercise and to poop outside.  Keep them cleaner, the eggs cleaner and the coop fresher.  They also need some fresh air and exercise.  If someone put my supper outside away from the house, I’d be much fitter too 🙂


My daughter and I worked like fiends last weekend to clean and re-bed the chicken houses. We put fresh straw on the floor and clean hay in the laying boxes.  The bales this year are really spectacular–fresh, sweet, full of many different kinds of meadow grass, weeds, clover and even some buck brush which the goats and rabbits just love.

And speaking of supper–nothing says winter like yummy fried cabbage and noodles.  I had some bacon drippings in the pan and they were just too crispy crunchy to waste so I fried up half a head of  green cabbage and half an onion till it was soft and sweet.  Plenty of fresh ground pepper and some tiny noodles finished the dish.  My cousin in Vienna makes this –hers is much better than mine, but I did manage to finish the pan 🙂 Gurgle!!

And this morning for breakfast–monkey buns!!!  Frozen bread dough (buns), a healthy splash of melted butter, cinnamon sugar–as much or little as you like–another splash of heavy cream to make the goo.  Eat warm with OLD cheddar cheese.  Then you’re ready to take on the day!!