the great escape

April 7, 2010

Not only did the little monster escape but he also broke into the garden by leaning against the fence until it broke.  It was either that or he somehow managed to  use those short little horns like some kind of huge can opener.  Luckily the only thing that got eaten was some rotten beets left over from last summer.

I imagine that if there was a film made of the event it would have a really catchy tune to go along with it and Steve McQueen would probably play the role of the miscreant above.

Norwegian fire cats

April 5, 2010

We think we have at last identified what breed of cat Simon is.  Thanks to my mother who was watching a show featuring 1,000 cat breeds and had the nerve to watch all of them until she saw some that looked like ours.  Simon is a rare red form of the Norwegian Forest Cat, In fact so rare that we have the only known example of a Norwegian Fire Cat.  Henry doesn’t match all of the characteristics so he has been down graded to more of a smoldering or warm to the touch cat (rather than a true fire cat).

Unfortunately we had them fixed so we wouldn’t have to deal with even more cats in the future.  That means we will miss out on the astronomical stud fees that people get for their cats.  I found one breeder who charges over 700 Canadian Dollars (which is like 5,000 in real money).  Just so your cat can have sex with his cat (high class cat prostitution, eeewwwwww).  I also found this disturbingly named stud in a country entirely peopled by criminals.  Given the pedigree of our cats I have calculate that we have missed out on over 18 dollars in stud fees.  Oh well, I guess being paid for inducing feline coitus is not in the cards for us.

B.C. our oldest of two Scottish Highland calves is growing at an exponential rate.  He is 10 months old and should to continue to grow for another couple of years ( if not interrupted for a extended freezer stay).  Using the latest technology available to me (stealing from internet) I have estimated his growth for the next few years and extrapolated what I know about highland physiology into this digital rendering of his full grown self.

I must have made a few wrong calculations in quantum physics for the rendering.  You can understand my mistake however because the actual adult will be something like the picture below, which is just like a woolly mammoth but with a short trunk and the tusks in the wrong location.

I was planning to ride him in the Chief Joseph Days Parade .  I had bought a leopard skin outfit  for the occasion, but If he is not going to look the part then neither will I.  Besides, these jerks (below) seem to have beat me to it.

Our friend Annie lives in a barn with a bunch of sheep (It’s much nicer than it sounds).  A lambing party took place last night when she invited us up to watch a few of them shoot out and have dinner afterward.  Kinda like dinner and a movie Wallowa county style.

magical multiplying cows

October 27, 2009

so fuzzy

Holly the cow had her baby without much fuss or drama.  One minute she was walking around eating and the next there was a baby calf in the pen with her. We haven’t gotten to close to them because holly’s horns are a bit fearsome but from a distance at least the new calf looks quite healthy, and furry as hell.

nbc (new bull calf)

killing day

September 25, 2009

least favorite technique

My favorite holiday of the year right behind all other festive days (including Administrative Assistants Day) is of course Killing Day.  We processed 45 chickens (the festivities took up two days actually) all the way through from clucking to the freezer.  The Whiz Bang Plucker preformed flawlessly as you can see from the video.  After we finished killing, scalding, plucking, and gutting we weren’t able to eat chicken for a week,  I  still get a bit queasy at the smell of chicken noodle soup.

scalding

waiting area of the evisceration station