Right now our area is anywhere from 30-50% behind average annual rainfall. The ground “crunches” when you walk on it. There’s still plenty of green rose bushes, lespedeza and other plants that can tolerate the drought, but all the fescue, johnson and orchard grass is dead. At least we have some grass though. Not many people in our area do. Literally every person we know that raises animals in our neck of the woods is feeding hay right now.
Feeding hay isn’t typical in June and the beginning of July. There’s generally enough pasture to go around. Our neighbors say they’ll sometimes need to feed hay at the end of August or early September if the fall rains start late (or never come), but very rarely do they start feeding hay this early in the summer.
When we drive to town it’s pasture after pasture of bare dirt. Cows and horses eating hay off tens, or even hundreds, of acres of dirt. A few months ago those fields were lush. And there’s a high likelihood that those fields would still have some grass if the farmers started rotationally grazing.
A Tribute to Our Favorite Reader for His 100th Birthday
We have our favorite animals around the farm (Bridget, Sophie, Elvis, etc), but we like to think we love all of our readers equally. However, one of them stands out as the clear favorite. He doesn’t actually “read” the blog, per se, but he hears every word that’s written and he keeps up with our adventures just as well as anyone else. He’s Sweetbread’s great-grandfather, George.
Good Morning (or anytime of day!)! Love, Elvis
Elvis is all about the crowing these days! His comb is finally starting to come in and it's as if he wants everyone to know "I"M A MAN!" ehm, or rooster as it may be... He still loves to face the barn wall for the accoustics but now also has the confidence to let it out wherever, whenever!