Tomorrow’s the Big Day!

Oh my gosh. Well, barring any other family near death experiences or catastrophic events we narrowly escape, tomorrow is going to be epic around the Fun E Farm!

Holy Mother of all things bright and mechanical, our purgatoried tractor purchase should be being delivered around lunchtime tomorrow!

The little doo hickey paperclip sized piece that managed to muck up the works this week has been ordered, installed, and our new tractor should be here and ready to work tomorrow.

Pray for me people. My disaster quotient is maxed out this week…and I will try to avoid posting any ill advised video of whatever happy dancing might occur.

ALSO…our eBay hatching eggs for Bev Davis black copper marans went in the incubator today along with about two dozen from our own birds. This will be the first incubation for this season, I’m really crossing my fingers.  Much respect to my other half who took on the task of removing several forgotten unhatched eggs from last year’s final run. He managed to do so without any explosions until they were a safe distance away. Unfortunately for Minnie the barn cat, she smells as if her curiosity may have prevented her from being so lucky.

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Author: The Fun E Farm

We're a family in a tiny map dot called Frankford, DE, on 8 acres. I read waaaay too many homesteading books and articles and my heart's definitely in the right place, although it's not always commensurate with the ages old battle between the ambitions of a mere human versus the time on one's hands and the capabilities they possess. This blog is designed to chronicle our search for sustainability and sanity (which I'm not quite sure we ever possessed to begin with), working with what we have and whatever else we can put our broke-ass hands on. Now the disclaimers: If things that happen on a farm offend you, (i.e. POOP, the use of food animals for (gasp) food, birth, death, hunting, fishing, the occasional use of colorful (to put it politely) language, the participation of tiny humans in all of the above) well, then, suffice it to say, this may not be the place for you to spend any leisure time. This blog is not intended to be an instructional tool on how to do things correctly. More often, I can assure you, it will be more of a shining example of the "stuff we tried that was an epic failure of disastrous and occasionally comedic proportions" variety. If you haven't clicked the little "x" at the top right yet, read on, brave soul! Welcome to our crazy family!

7 thoughts on “Tomorrow’s the Big Day!”

    1. I am neither brave or foolish enough to try and bathe Minnie. She is down to an estimated 6.5 of her allotted nine lives after she survived being torn to shreds by a raccoon several years ago. One of my Chihuahuas now sports a new dog fashion, a split ear she gained by tangling with the Minnie monster a year or two back. She is ferocious and we have an understanding. I buy food, (dog food, as it’s her preference, she turns up her nose at the priciest cat chow) she kills mice and rats in the grain bin and I pretend not to notice the occasional songbird or squirrel corpse I know she’s responsible for. She handles her own matters of hygiene. The abuse I take from Minnie is limited to the dreaded few wormings and shots and those are a two person chore. We’d need a platoon for a bath.

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  1. Thanks for finding my blog and following because I get the fun of coming back and finding yours, and what fun I have had reading this morning, love what you are doing, chicken smells and all! Thoroughly looking forward to following along. Have a lovely weekend, Susan

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