Life at Homeland Farm

     In case you have been wondering where I have been lately, we have been very busy here at Homeland Farm. Here is a small ditty to explain what I have been doing lately.       Walking "Round with Stinky Under (my) Arm" Sing to the tune of Walking in a Winter Wonderland, Please..        We have an old cat,         his name is Stinky         he has a big sore,         the size of my pinkie         we thought he would die,         and even started to cry,         Walking 'Round with Stinky Under (my)Arm          He started to ooze,          from under his tail,          I tried to blot,          but to no avail          off to the vet,        ...

   So, I was on Facebook today, putting on an assortment of pictures from this summers activities here at Homeland Farm. And there was one thing that kept leaping out at me...The one thing I came to realize is that some people really should NOT be photographed. In any light. Under any circumstances. Ever.    Then, of course there are some people who do not, can not  or will not EVER take a bad picture. Don't believe me? Let me show you some perfect examples.....Exhibits A-E... Brogan with her boyfriend Brogan with her Mother      Liam cuddling with his cute pet Me cuddling with my cute pet Me hanging around the farm..                                   Cameron hanging around the farm Brogan in dining room with her little creature Me in dining room with my...

     Once again, it is Labor Day weekend, and I am wondering where our summer went. I really  believe that the older you get, the faster time flies. Seems like it was just the 4th of July, and now here we are on the verge of September. We were in the parade this year, with a float representing my daughters animal rescue. We managed to pull off  the "Judges Choice" prize, not bad for about 2 hours work. In the past, we have merely been parade watchers, blending in with the rest of the crowd. Except,  of course, for that one notable year..the one year Zenya and I almost got arrested.      Now I wish I could say it was Zenya's fault, but alas, it was mine. Oddly enough, I think that was the last year she accompanied me to the parade. Weird. I thought we had fun. Funny how something "fun" in one person's eyes could be seen as illegal in another persons eyes.       It all started innocently enoug...

     This is a top ten list of true events that have happened at Homeland Farm. While you may not believe it, these events really did happen, and now I just need to find time to write about them all. I hope you enjoy reading the list, and I look forward to explaining at a later date.So, here we go...           HOMELAND FARMS TOP TEN LIST Number 10...I was saved from death by my guardian angel..                     (actually written already..will write on blog for                      those that never saw the magazine article.) Number 9...Cabelas doesn't allow me in their store anymore. Number 8...I delivered a foal while people watched and ate              ...

       Memorial Day, the last Monday in the month of May, has been set aside to remember fallen soldiers and those who have served our country in the Armed Forces. It is also a day when families remember their loved ones who have passed away, often by placing flowers on their graves. I am part of a family that plants over 30 red Geraniums at the stones of four generations of our family.         My brother, sister and I were fortunate to have been able to grow up surrounded by the older generations of our kinfolk. Great aunts and uncles, my grandparents, aunt, uncles and cousins galore were an immediate part of our daily lives. We didn't get dressed up on Sunday to go visit the grandparents, and we weren't forced to kiss the great aunts and uncles once a year at awkward family reunions. No, they participated in births, deaths, and everything in between. Birthday parties, cookouts in summer, haying, holidays and road trips....

      As you might know by now, (if you are a regular blog reader) I had the opportunity to grow up with many different types of farm animals. We had everything from horses, cattle, and sheep, to dogs, cats and ducks. I think it all stemmed from having a mother that was a big animal lover. Every stray or unwanted animal in town seemed to find it's way to our door, via the back seat of my Mother's station wagon.       One day, my brother, sister and I were sitting in the kitchen after school when we suddenly heard our mother's horn blaring. We went out on the porch and watched  as she turned into the driveway ever so slowly. We knew for her to be driving that slowly, she must either be out of gas, or have an animal in the backseat of the car.        Sure enough, as she drove past us, there was some type of animal in the backseat. We ran around the house just in time to see her drop the tailgate of the ...

      Back when I was "in my prime", I used to think of myself as a pretty good rider. Western, anyway. I could never quite get the hang of posting a trot, or master the art of jumping. Not that I didn't try, however.      One evening after supper, I went over to Zenya's house to try jumping our horses with her. At this point, she had tired of riding my old nags, and had bought her own horse, a part Arabian that loved to jump.      As Angel and I headed over the road, I hummed to myself in anticipation of the evenings events. Angel, my Quarter Horse type mare, had jumped over fallen logs and streams without hesitation on the trail, so I thought a few small jumps in an open field would seem like a piece of cake to the old girl.     We trotted around the corner of Zenya's house, and I saw Teke and Zenya out in the field, heading for the next jump. As graceful as any horse I had seen on television or at a ho...