Farmers Daughter Notes // Not For the Faint of Heart

It’s been a bit of harsh spring for the farmers in our area. We’ve had lots of rain which is good for the pasture, but flash floods can be detrimental for the poultry. We’ve had to dash out into the heart of several storms to move the chickens to higher ground. It’s pretty awe inspiring to be out in the midst of a storm. The stiff wind is driving the rain into your eyes and mouth, and thunder rumbles in the distance as you snatch up a wet broiler and slosh through the puddles to put him in a warm, dry spot. All of the sudden, brilliant forks of lightening split the darkness and thunder that can be felt as it reverberates through the air. It’s very humbling to realize how small you are against such might. It causes us to constantly put our trust in the One who controls the weather.
While we’re finishing up outside, Mom is preparing hot chocolate and dry clothes and praying that the worst of the storm will hold off until the work is finished. After all of the poultry has been transferred to a warm, dry spot, the workers troop into the house and get into dry things themselves. As we sip our hot chocolate and listen to the storm rage outside we give a sigh of contentment and feel a deeper appreciation for simple things in life which we often take for granted; a warm, dry place to live, plenty to eat and family.


Farmers Daughter Notes // Spring Time

The pastures are really coming in after this recent burst of warmth! It’s great to be able to look out of my office window and see the cows grazing up to their ankles in clover. The window is open and the sounds of spring are wafting in. I can hear the neighbor’s lawn mower, the birds, the crickets, the sound of my siblings calling to each other and the wind in the tree tops. The breeze is cool and refreshing and makes the blinds rustle back and forth in the window frame. I have a pretty nice office.
    We processed our first batch of chickens recently. It was good to get back into the swing of things after our winter break. Processing seems to be something you never forget how to do. Just like milking a cow, I suppose. My sisters and I are sure we’ll still remember how to milk cows when we’re ninety.
    Processing chicken is one of those things that the whole family is involved in from start to finish. We get up early at about 4:30am. Drink our coffee and pray together for the busy day ahead. We enjoy getting to visit together as we work. After an hour or so, the sky in the east will begin to lighten and the stars begin to fade one by one. The birds wake up and begin chattering to each other. Then the sun begins to peek up over the trees and the sky is tinged with gold and pink. It’s a beautiful part of the day to be outside.