Oh, and the reason this started with Hazel is BECAUSE, she is 2 days past her due date and ready to pop!  I am on my tip toes waiting, but you should get an update soon!

Thank for reading and staying with us everybody!

Over the last few days I have been with a friend, Sue, whom we have mentioned here on the blog before.  We have been doing lots of fun things, and boring productive things.  Yesterday we decided to dig up a few potatoes for dinner, which I just think is fun!  We dug several up, and as I was doing it, I just felt happy.  I would feel happier if they were ours.... but still, it is so great to dig up your own (or not so much) food instead of going to the grocery store.  Plus it is like digging for treasure, and your sure to find it underneath all that dirt, that's for sure!

Now I have dirty farm fingernails, not that it is unusual.  I'm sure you noticed in the picture.  It incredibly hard to keep nice looking fingernails when you live on a farm.  I have taken to cutting them down to the nub every 3 days and painting them every once a month if I feel like it.  I used to have nice, long, white fingernails... HA.  So much for that.  

A few things I have learned about farming would be...

1. You will never have nice fingernails.
2. You have to have bled at least once a day or you just don't get it.
3. You have to risk your life to haul a bucket of water over a cattle panel.
4. You will realize wether you are a true weakling or not.
5. You will step in a pile of sheep poop in your HOUSE... at least once in your life.

Just a few.  But, it's fun.  :)  

Onto our next subject.

Holly, my French Lop doe, will be kindling here in the next week. She will be a third timer.  Hoping and expecting things to go just fine, since she has always been a good mother.  But, you just NEVER know when it comes to raising rabbits.  She is not tame, although I am going to have to pick up all kicking, scratching, biting twelve pounds of her here in the next few days.  Why?  Because she will be a resident in the nearby bathroom for a few months.  Again, why?  Because it is so dang hot!  

Excepting rabbit reservations once again.  Please contact me by e-mailing billyjoesfrenchlops@gmail.com. Thanks! 

Fare Well everyone,

         Grace

Well, that is the aftermath of the storm last night.  Well, that is 7% of it.  Here is the story.

Last night, I was sitting down, and I looked at the window.  The blinds were shut, but through the slats I could see that the sky was yellow, and the trees were sideways.  That scared the you know what out of me.  Living in Kansas, my heart always sinks when I see this.  I wasn't expecting it, either.  The whole day was just hot, no clouds, nothing exciting.  Then it got windy.  So we went out to put the animals in in case it was going to storm.  Soon after that, we were getting 80 mph winds (literally, not kidding at all.), rotating clouds, a wall cloud, trees were breaking, and branches were falling.  I felt like I was in the beginning of Wizard of Oz... Goodness it was scary!

So, then we were RACING to get the animals in.  No one got fed besides the birds, sounds harsh, but it is better then getting killed by a branch!   At this point I was running around hysterically, trying to get the HUMANS in... It was like gathering a flock of chickens!  No way in my mind were they ever going to stay outside in that.

So we all got in the house, and it was 7:00.  Getting darker and darker.  It doesn't usually get dark until about 9:00 now so this was unusual.  You could her the wind blowing and it finally started raining a bit.  Even in the house, you could hear trees snapping into two and branches hitting the ground.  Then I would here lighting and make the TV sound go up so I couldn't really hear it...  it was pretty darn SCARY, and I am obviously not a big fan of storms.

After the whole ordeal, thank the lord, we and our animals were all safe.  I went out afterwards and fed everyone.  Everything was calm and no one was screaming in my ear.   Not even ALICE... now that is a statement!

So, here is what we were left with.