Monday, July 12, 2010

It's been a year.

Wife and I are amazed our daughter in-law was able to tolerate our son enough to marry him. And here they still love each other at the end of a year! Amazing!
First shot at 6 weeks

One of 8 females. Only one male in the litter.

Are we done yet? Such patient puppies.

It took three of us to vaccinate the nine pups. The farmer did the needle work, DW held them and I counted the females and made sure none got back into the run before all had their shots. Tomorrow we have to go through the same routine to make sure they all get their dose of dewormer. Being raised on a dairy farm the little fellows are exposed to all sorts nasties. Of course the benefit to being farm raised is they are able to build up immunities to whatever they can't be treated for. They turn out to be tough dogs.

Another plus to life on the farm is the number of people passing through their world every week. Milk inspectors, farmhands, children and grand children, friends and neighbors. Everyone stops to play with the little fellows and pat the proud parents. That's during the day light hours. After dark 3 Rottweilers and the Lab cross roam the yard looking for trespassers to eat.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

It's been a long day, starting at 5:30 this morning and ending as I finally sat down with a glass of vino at 10:30 this night to consider what I've done. Not much as far as the world's movers and shakers are concerned.

I successfully completed and passed the Hunter Safety Course, not that I hunt, but I needed the certification so I could help teach the Bowhunters Safety Course. Again, not that I hunt, but I see the need to train those that do so they are safe at their sport, respectful of the game they hunt and considerate of those who do not hunt. While I'm no great shakes with a bow, I do enjoy introducing others to the sport, or art, depending on one's view of the bow. I happen to enjoy shooting a "stick & string" self-bow, a modern take-down recurve and a compound bow with a 4x scope I use to pound the centers out of targets when I'm in the groove. I'm not passionate about the bow, I simply enjoy shooting it in it's various forms.

With the safety class behind me, dear wife and I went to a friend's dairy farm to check on the "farm puppies" Rottweiler/Black Lab/German Shepard crosses. Little monsters at 5 or 6 weeks of age. Curious waddling bears just beginning to venture from the safety of their shed into the dangerous work areas where tractors haul equipment back and forth all day and cows lumber about without regard to puppies or much else they can crush with a carelessly made step. Puppies sold off the farm tend to be smart, or they don't survive long enough to be sold.

Hank, 140 pounds of the calmest Rottweiler we've ever seen stands next to DW as his offspring try to decide if his grumblings are for real.

DW holds the biggest of the nine pups. We help socialize them before the farmer begins selling them. We've been asked to help him establish a reputation for healthy, great tempered dogs sold at reasonable prices. To that end we research the breed, help him vaccinate the litters, work with the parents, take care of the feeding when he's away. Remind him that the goal is great dogs, not a fat bank account. As long as he keeps that goal, we'll help out as we can. At the very least, DW will be there to play with each litter as it comes along!

As my day ends (with a good alcohol buzz) I have to wonder, have we accomplished anything useful?

I like to think we've at least taken steps toward usefulness. If my helping teach bowhunting ethics causes just one hunter to pass up a shot he or she is uncertain of, or DW's playing with the puppies readies them for a family with children, well that isn't moving or shaking the world is it? But might it not prevent one deer from being wounded and lost to a miserable death? Or perhaps a well socialized puppy wont harm an untrained child?

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

First serious attempt at garlic

Hanging to dry



A few bulbs for sale

This summer's crop of garlic has inspired me to get a little crazy with next year's garden. I've already placed orders for more than 10 pounds of seed garlic. I'm not going to be able to expand my current garden much more, so I'll be tilling under the wide sod walkways between the beds. Nor will I be able to use the goat litter I'd planned on. Instead I'll have to haul manure from a friend's dairy farm. I'll be gathering straw from there to use as a mulch so making an extra trip or two is no big deal.

I made a couple
ciabatta loaves (sorry I didn't take pictures, we ate the bread too quickly) that would have been great with garlic butter, but were pretty darn good with fried ham and mayo. Now that I've got that particular recipe down pat I'll be building the bread more often and slicing it so I can slather it with garlic butter, sprinkle it with grated parmesan reggiano and slide it under a broiler to toast... A cold glass of homemade mead. Ahhh!