Friday’s Hunt 1.17

Welcome back for another edition of Friday’s Hunt. This week our prompts are the Letter Q, Weeks Favorite, and At Rest.

My Letter Q is our Queen, Scarlett.


She can be a little bossy, she is the main reason that the young girls had to be moved to the new pen. But since she was a bottle baby, raised by my middle son, she will be here for her life. She is sweet and an outstanding mother! I can’t wait to see the babies that are cooking in her belly right now! By the way, Scarlett was born down the road at Eden Hills, our host for Friday’s Hunt so she is the perfect Letter Q!

My Weeks Favorite is a couple different pictures, but they are all of my daughter and her prom date. They looked so nice and it was a great day to take pictures.

Under the crabapple tree
Of course, you have to get the tank in a couple
Old school bells in the back ground
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Through the bell
Our post office building makes a great back drop

Ok, I had a really hard time picking a favorite. But these are the favorites from each location.

At Rest is another easy one for me, poor Janet! She is my accidental breeding this year. She is only a yearling and I didn’t really mean for her to be bred. But she sure is.



She walks to the food and lays down to eat. The only problem she runs into is she wants to eat with mom Scarlett, who never stays in one place. You just never know who has the better food. So Scarlett runs off to take the next pile and the Janet has to get up and move and lay down again. About that time, Scarlett is on the move again. Poor fat, uncomfortable girl. They are moving inside to a kidding pen the middle of May because I am almost certain they will be my first two to kid this year.

Thank you for joining me for another Hunt. Thank you to Teresa at Eden Hills for hosting each week. If you have a chance, stop over and visit all the Friday’s Hunt blogs. Each week it is neat to see how every person interprets the prompts.

New pen

When we originally moved here, I built two separate pens for the ducks and chickens. But that was before I had goats, which I now need more inside and separate pens for. So the ducks have moved in with the chickens. I recently got rid of all my roosters, they went to live at my cousins farm. The ducks are quite happy with the arrangement and my snotty chickens don’t seem to care.

The duck pen was torn apart and cleaned out and rebuilt as a small goat pen.


I reused one of the gates Dad built that we took down when Brother converted hog pens into cattle pens.


For now I moved the young girls into the new pen. The older girls need a little grain before kidding and they fight off the young girls who also need grain to finish growing. Plus this will make it easy for the kids to get in and work with the young girls.

Ginger, Wynn, Zulu, Wynona, and Callie out of the picture.



I think they will be fairly happy in their new little spot. Now to figure out how to get a door put in and finish the outside fence so they can enjoy the sunshine. But thankfully they are able to eat and rest in peace for now.

No Bull

JD and I had a little disagreement about what we were doing yesterday. In the end, I won the argument. I took me a while and I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to.


Convincing and overgrown bottle calf that is still a bull to get in the trailer took a little more effort than I originally thought, but he finally got in. Unfortunately for you, I didn’t get to take any pictures of our disagreement. If someone had been around to take them, they would have been enjoyable.

Once we got to the vet clinic, he acted like he was always being led around. He walked right into the chute, totally unsuspecting of what was about to come. He was not a happy guy. Actually, he is a little less of a man now.


He loaded back up fairly easily but won’t talk to me anymore.


He had to stay in the trailer over night so I could watch and make sure he wasn’t bleeding too badly from his minor surgery and I didn’t want Chevy or the bucks messing with him or ramming around like they do.


He seems to be better today. Grumpy still with me, but better. No bull, no more.

Not alone

When I go to the hay mow, I am not alone.

Flower napping.
Bullseye irritated I interrupted his nap.
Charlie wondering why I up there bothering him.
Random chicken not thrilled about me being close to her nest.

Geez, you would think I am the one that isn’t supposed to be in there.


My neighbor that always tilled my garden moved away. I was worried I would have to get Mom’s old walk behind to till it.

Nope! I really have the most amazing people living around me. Not surprising, when you figure this is my dear friends uncle! What neat guy. And he has an awesome tiller.


It took him about 20 minutes to till the whole thing, twice.


Oh happy day!



I am extremely thankful because now I can play in the dirt!