there, Viv here to share with you a little bit about a day in the life
of my friend, Nancy the farmer. We buy our eggs from Nancy and her
husband, Earl, who have a little farm in our village, are wonderful
friends and Nancy is just a fun, hard working lady. Her profile picture
on Facebook is Wonderwoman, no wonder!
had a calf whose
mother would not feed her from birth, so Nancy has bottle fed this
sweet little beauty, Faith with all the tender loving care of a mother
and she's not so little anymore.
When I would go to buy eggs, she would tell me about her and looking
down at my shoes said, "You can't go to the barn in those shoes". :)
recently on my egg buying run, it was a sunny day so I put my red and
white 'wellies', as we call them in England on and announced I was
ready to go to the barn. Poor Nancy was all clean in her indoor clothes
and had to get her rubber boots and coat on to take me on a tour.
We went to see the hens first. I was taken aback by an ammonia smell being a city slicker and was soon told "That's chicken poop"! We laughed about that for a couple of days. Nancy arrives in the hen house and says, "Hello ladies", then gets them some water, collects some eggs and all the while telling me where to stand, moving buckets around, filling buckets with water.
This is a woman, around whom, it is almost blasphemous to stand around and do nothing. I just did as I was told and I had a blast on the hen run with Nancy! She inspires me with her work ethic, her constant sunny disposition and her dedication to her family.
Happy hens just clucking away
Then we went to the poulets house. They too lay eggs, but they lay smaller eggs. In the feed there is something that makes the egg shells hard. Again eggs are collected, feed is scattered and water put out for them and I am so happy that the eggs I buy are from happy hens who are loved by the farmer. :)
gathering the eggs
first couple of eggs. Beautiful!
was into the barn where the calves are. When I started research for
this post there were two calves. Faith is
hereford, brown and white, and she now has a barn mate, black angus
and hereford cross, as pretty as she is but shy around people because
he wasn't hand fed like Faith was. They are now yearlings as you will
see below, have such pretty eyes and they
are sooooo cute.
sweetest part of this
was meeting Bully the little bull who was only 4 days old.
the time of day to bring the big cows in and Nancy instructed me to
stand a little back from the barn entrance because they may not come in
if they see me there. Isn't nature amazing? Like children, it's an
instinctual thing to trust those they know and be a little leery of
those they don't. Earl says she raises them because she likes them. He
tells me they grow from calves to yearlings and over a year, they're
called feeders when they get older.
out in the pasture
Before calling the cows in, she swept away hay from their stalls. Then she forked fresh hay from a stall beyond the manger so when they come in they can feed. Water buckets are filled from a tap in the barn, kept from freezing with electrical wire and we're ready to bring in the cows.
Nancy went out to the pasture gate and opened it, calling to them, "Come on in Ladies" and I'll be darned, if they didn't just all turn towards her and file in in a line. Just amazing to me. They lined up one by one in their stalls where she had raked some hay around where each would spend the night.
The yearlings, happily in for the night.That is little Faith and her barn mate all grown up! As the cows take their places, Nancy closes the self locking head gates , and they all happily begin chewing away on the hay.
They can lay down and stand quite comfortably in the head gates, which Earl tells me are only used on small farms.
routine she calls, "chores" and it's all done in a matter of 30
minutes. Chickens, cows, everyone settled down for the night. She says,
"Goodnight ladies. See you in the morning" and closes the barn door for
Annette and I were visiting once when I didn't have my camera,
but we had so much fun following
Nancy on her rounds, I made a date to come back and take photos for my
blog. We usually do our egg run together and sometimes
stop for a cup of coffee with Nancy and Earl. Annette was away on photo
day, but both hailing from the
city, we agree that we so love knowing where our eggs come from. This
is just another thing that contributes to this wonderful country living.
Until next time, hug those you love, eat well and count your blessings. I sure do.
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