Spring on the Faulk Farmstead has hit me like a ton of bricks. Confessedly, I spent the entire winter blogging away, dreaming about Spring entering in the form of lush gardens and baby farmies.
Well, Spring is here, and that is NOT what is happening, folks.
Can you say…. OVERWHELMED?
Just before Spring had officially arrived, we welcomed the first farmie to be born on the farm: Spartacus. Ah, remember how adorable he was?!
For two weeks after Spartacus was born, all was as it had been in the weeks before. Then we started separating mama Totes and Spartacus at night, in order to start milking Totes in the morning. THAT is when my late nights came to a screeching halt. On my work days, my alarm now goes off at 4:20, in order to have enough time to milk, do morning chores, get ready for work, and leave the house by 6am. Although I only work 3 days per week, I still get up early on my days off, in order to not disrupt Totes’ milking schedule. *sigh* I officially am done sleeping in. (no complaints, though…) Since then? We now have two more bucklings, thanks to mama Magotes! 🙂
Then it was time to transplant the seedlings into the garden. Even with my best attempts at hardening them off, some survived, some did not. The other part of the garden equation that didn’t work out as planned? Watering. Our attempts at setting up dual-sprinklers has failed miserably, as we have found that our water pressure isn’t quite enough to reach everywhere we would have liked. The solution for now? Time-consuming hand-watering.
And then there was the unexpected lamb birth, right when we had placed the sheep up for sale. This little unexpected occurrence took up the use of one of three stalls we had (which was already in use) – Our solution to that? A temporary make-shift stall in the hall for Spartacus. (Good thing that little lamb was so cute!)
This was all occurring right about the time that we realized we have a serious bald eagle issue.
A bald eagle issue that has officially cost us 8 of our adolescent chickens (that hadn’t even started laying yet).
Cue the rearranging of the animals. Again.
So what have I learned from this action-packed entrance of Spring? Just how important it is to pace and prioritize. If you cannot do this, insanity, meltdowns, and general crankiness will occur.
After a couple days of going completely gung-ho in the garden and nearly collapsing with exhaustion, I learned the painful lesson of pacing yourself. All ten rows of the garden DO NOT need to be weeded at once. If you do, you will likely not be able to convince yourself to get back out there later in the season – because the task sucked THAT much.
This Spring, I literally ran out of structures to place animals in. Our gosling, Olive, and her ducky friend grew faster than I could keep up with, growing out of our bathtub very quickly. I was *this close* to hauling myself to the hardware store to buy more materials to build another large chicken tractor. And then I smacked myself across the face and said “Yo girl! Prioritize yourself! Do you REALLY need to take your precious time to drive into town and then BUILD something?” I listened. After some rummaging around and some creativity on my part, Olive and ducky now have a large fenced corner pen in the barn with a makeshift door – Hey! Whatever works, right?
Up next for us? Our broiler chickens are ready for processing – and this weekend looks like it will be the time! Stay tuned to hear how it went for us!