Thursday, March 28, 2013

Meet the critters! -Lucki

I now interrupt my current series of doom and gloom posts to take some time to introduce you to our four legged family members!

With seniority, I would like to introduce you to:
Lucki!
Occupation: Eater of grass
Farm duties: Former companion horse, maker of fertilizer, lawn mowing, riding lessons for four year olds, and creator of vet bills.

Why hello there! My name is Lucki! I am 16 years young and am part quarter horse and well, the other three quarters, I'm not sure. I never really cared to find out.

I spent my first two years living in a small enclosure with some cows. As I got bigger, my pen did not and it started to get a little cramped. The cows came and went but I stayed. Food was by no means plentiful and I was always hungry. The cows must have been hungry too because they chewed off my tail.

One day when I was about 2, a nice lady came to see me and decided to take me home with her! She had lots of other horses and for the first time ever, there was plenty of food to eat! I ate and ate and ate and after a while my tail began to grow back! At this farm there was a nice girl who took care of me. She has taken care of me for a long time now.


I have lived a lot of places but my favorite place of all is where I live now. I get lots of attention from that girl who has taken care of me for so long. My favorite treats are carrots and I admit, I like to eat. I spent a lot of my earlier years being hungry so I will never pass up food. (Even when it makes me sick!) I lost my pasture mate a few years ago and now live with another younger mare who tends to get on my nerves.

Other than that, nothing really bothers me and I am pretty mellow. I behave for the farrier and don't mind if small humans sit on my back. (But if you weigh more than 100 pounds, I might have to complain.) I admit I have an eating problem and keeping a healthy weight is tough for me, but with the help of my people, I have been doing OK.

Hooves and kisses!
-Lucki

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Please tell me I'm not crazy! Dealing with the grief process.

What in the world is going on? Mrs. I've-got-it-under-control/ I-can-handle-anything-that-comes-my-way has now found herself flat on her @$$. I mean seriously. I feel like I've been run over by a mac truck. I can't make decisions. Even the easiest like- "What are we going to have for dinner tonight?" kind of decisions leave me standing in front of the fridge with a wide eyed blank stare. I can't remember anything. Half the time, I don't know what day it is. And I feel like I am developing behaviors associated with bipolar personality disorder.

So what is going on? Well, I'll tell you. It's called the grief process.

Four days after we closed on our new house and two days after we moved in, my dad died. He had been ill for many years and in October he called us in the early AM to take him to the hospital because he was having chest pains. Eight weeks later, he died at a local hospice facility. He never had the chance to come home again.

I dealt with it the best I could. He died Thanksgiving weekend. The same weekend my husband's father died in a tragic car accident seven years prior on the same mountain road that brings you to our new house. We traveled that road a lot that weekend.

I did not spend Thanksgiving with my dad. He was in ICU and they have limited visiting hours. I spent the afternoon painting at our new house so we could move all our stuff in. I intended to see him that evening. But I didn't. It had gotten too late by the time I finished painting and I had missed the last visitation for the day. I regret it.

Instead, I spent Thanksgiving with my mother at their house. She was alone. It was just us. It was strange.

Christmas came and all our friends wanted to come to our new house for the holidays. While it was good to see them and I was happy they were willing to make the extra drive to come see us, I secretly just wanted to be left alone. It wasn't the same. Things had changed. Lots had changed. A new house, a lost dream, new surroundings, no dad. I felt sadness. I felt anger.

Fast forward a few months and to a new year. Spring is on its way. The days are getting longer. The air is getting warmer. The initial state of shock and denial centered around my dad's death is subsiding and I am moving into the next stages of grief.

My phone rings as I am driving down the road singing silly preschool songs with my daughter. I usually don't answer when I am driving, but something told me to pick up. It is my dearest and most cherished friend in all the world. Her voice is shaky and I immediately know something is wrong. She tells me her cancer is back. Stage four. It's in the liver and bones.

I keep driving but everything around me stops. I hear no sounds other than her voice on the other end of the line. The world slows. And that proverbial mac truck hits me head on- it's a full frontal collision. And for the rest of the day I am in full survival mode.

When you look at the stages of grief- Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance, one gets the false impression that it is an A+B+C+D+E= All BETTER NOW! process. Meaning, you go from one full stage into another stage until you have worked through it like an algebraic equation. And when you have reached stage E (Acceptance), you are done and can go on with life as it once was.

WRONG! The stages of grief are indeed progressive, but not formulaic. They are instead organic and there is no expressed time frame for the process to occur. Some people grieve for a short period of time. Some longer. Some grieve for the rest of their lives. You will go back and forth between the stages. Yes, it feels like a roller coaster. But the duration of your grief all depends upon the intensity of the loss and how willing you are to ALLOW yourself to grieve.

The good news is we all go through loss (and thus the grieving process) on a daily basis so we all have had lots of practice. A loss can be as simple as being disappointed or misplacing something of value. Major loss includes the loss of a job or loved one. But either way, the process of dealing with loss is the same. The duration of our grieving depends upon how important the loss is perceived to be.

Where we get unhealthy is when we DO NOT allow ourselves to go through the grieving process. When we try to tell ourselves, "Hmph! It didn't really matter anyway!"- when you know it did. Or when we try to distract ourselves from the grief- "Oh, I need a vacation!"- when you really need to stay home. Or, worse yet, when we try to replace the loss in our lives with something else. "Oh, let's go get a new puppy!"-because our old beloved dog passed away and we cannot stand to be reminded of him/her.

That's when we get into a bad place. You see, the grief process is natural. It needs to happen. Your body and mind MUST deal with the loss at some point. You can choose to deal with it either now or put it off until later, but the funny thing about loss is that it will always be there. Waiting for you.

So be kind to yourself. Cut yourself some slack and give yourself a break. Deal with your loss no matter how difficult it might be. You are going through a tough time right now and your life most likely will not be the same again. But that is not a bad thing. Change is scary. But be reassured that grief does not last forever. Remember, the final stage is acceptance. And acceptance is a good place to be.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Barn quilts and hex signs

Barn quilts and hex signs are my new latest obsession. Barn quilts for obvious reasons (see posts regarding passion for textiles and fabric) but hex signs because they remind me of my childhood. They were all over the countryside where I grew up just outside of Amish country! My mom said we had one on a small shed behind our house!

Enjoy!






(Original art by fancycreekllamas)








Images pulled from random image search. 
If this is your barn, please let me know so I can source it!

Historical info regarding barn quilts can be found here and Historical info regarding hex signs can be found here!

Sunday, March 3, 2013

The Llamas are coming! The Llamas are coming!

So it's official! We are officially approved as a SELR adoptive home!


Yes folks! Within the next month or so we will be bringing on 2 new four legged family members to our farm! It is a bit of a fulfillment of a dream to live with llamas and now it is really going to happen (double fingers crossed not to jinx it)!

Why llamas you ask? (Or as my husband asks- Why llamas? in a dejected monotone voice). I don't know. Because they are cool.

They are larger than goats and sheep so I don't have to stay up all night worrying (as much) about predatory attacks. And they are not as large as horses who usually don't know their own power.

Llamas are brilliant, quiet, stoic creatures who form life long bonds.

And NO, they do not spit (unless provoked or are harassed like this ridiculous kid and her obviously intellectually challenged father who in my opinion both need to be taken out and horsed whipped). Sorry, stupid people annoy me.

Besides who can resist big eyes like this?


Or a face like this?

I actually began thinking about Llamas about 5 few years ago and bought this book. Very informative and a great intro to llamas.

And now that we have the facilities, I began doing a little research online about availability. And that's how I found SELR.

I have been fooling around with horses long enough to know- I do not know anything about animals. So to go out and purchase a set of llamas (like they are pair side tables.... right?) seemed a little dumb. And that is why SELR appealed to me. SELR is a nonprofit made up of a group of enthusiasts, veterinarians, and professionals who have been working with camelids for years. The majority of the animals they acquire are surrendered by owners who are no longer able/willing to care for them. Only a few are abuse and neglect cases and the majority of those guys are kept in house through an EXTENSIVE network of individual volunteer farms.

Sounds pretty cool. So I started chatting with my husband about it and believe it or not, it was his idea to submit an application for adoption. Wow! (Although I understand this does not mean he is in any way excited about the prospect.) But I am :-)

The SELR rep who visited our farm is Deborah Logan. She is extremely knowledgeable about llamas and seems very attuned to our needs (we are first time llama parents, already have 2 rescue horses, and have a small child). She asked us a few questions about what we are looking for in a llama (age, sex, fiber quality, etc.) and I told her she knew more than me. Just bring us two llamas :-)

And so she will. As we speak, she is now searching her network. Finding us the perfect guys (or gals) to add to our four legged family!

SELR's network extends from Maryland to Florida and as far west as Texas. If your state does not fall in SELR's territory and you are interested in adopting, please contact SELR and they can direct you to sister organizations.

(All photos courtesy SELR facebook page)

The road to home (farm) ownership-part 2

We are not wealthy people by any means. So how in the world did we afford to buy an existing farm in this economy? While I cannot offer a straight "this is how we did it" answer, I will share some of the lifestyle tips which we live by and I believe allowed us to now be where we are.

First of all, we set our priorities. What do we really need vs. what do we want? Yeah for a while there, (before baby) we had a great time buying frivolous things. I admittedly have a fabric buying compulsion. I can't help it. I just love fabric. My husband likes high end man stuff and tech stuff. But one job loss coupled with a newborn baby pretty much quit us of those habits.

We set realistic goals. What was our time frame for moving from the city to the country? How much money did we need/could we save during that period of time? My husband's job loss followed by a few years of poor paying positions put our dream behind. But not really. If we had been rigid in our timeframe, we might have lost the farm and everything else we had when we found ourselves faced with no income for an undetermined period of time. What is that old saying, "Life happens when you are busy making plans?"

Finally, we are capitalism's worst nightmare. We try to be self sufficient. We do not mind expending a little bit of energy to do it ourselves. We make our own laundry soap, make our own yogurt, supplement our winter heat with wood, and use the barter and trade system whenever possible. We try to save more than we spend. We never buy new cars (or really anything else new for that matter). We're happy with last year's model (or the year before that... or the year before that). I buy most all our clothes at second hand shops and I am a regular at consignment sales. We still wear name brands and maintain our high end/high quality taste but at less than quarter the cost! We also try to make smart purchases. I won't say we never impulse buy, but rarely is it for large $$$ items. We are happy to leave a store, think about it for a day or two, and come back again later. If the item is still there when we come back then it was meant to be. If it is gone, then we simply shrug it off and move on.

My super awesome $50.00 antique couch!

I think too we are blessed with a great deal of luck. We listen to the little voice in our head. When it tells us to wait, we wait. When it tells us to go now- we GO NOW! We know when to ask for help. And when we get "no's" (and we have gotten many of them), we do not let it be the end of the road for us. We simply change our course and carry on, our heads up and our feet planted firmly on the ground.

Over the years, we have never lost sight of our goals and dreams. When faced with roadblocks, rather than sit and stare at them hoping they would go away, we find ways around them. We reset priorities. We set new short term goals in order to meet long term ones. We get creative. We were patient and we ultimately persevered.

Original farm relocation goal: 2 years
Realized farm relocation: 6 years