The farm

This band is from Quebec, but they were playing at a friends house in the little town where i grew up. I've been staying there this month.

The band was playing in the backyard, 40 people listening, when a big bear walked past. the band's eyes grew huge, everyone turned around to see what they were looking at. Then everybody just turned back, and kept listening. the band was flabbergasted that no-one was worried. it was hilarious. bears are so common place here.

I've been milking my mom's goats twice a day. one goat is short, but has a huge udder. she practically drags it around on the ground. I can hardly get the pot under her when i milk, and her babies have to almost lie on the ground to get anything. the other goat is tall and has a small udder. her babies had to be lifted up when the were small.

my mom just got a miniture goat - a little male goat. She needs to get smaller goats because she's getting too old to handle the bigger ones. she's already stopped raising calves. anyway, the buck is hilarious. his name is udaman - 'you the man'. we call him manny. he looks like a pot belly pig, his legs are so short. he disappears in the tall grass when he goes out. my mom hasn't figured out how to breed them yet - maybe he'll have to stand on a bale of hay so he can reach the does?

I've been picking garlic, and braiding it to hang and dry. we picked raspberries and currants to make jelly. my sisters heirloom tomatoes are coming in - all different shapes and colors and flavours.

i sure love the farm.