Doc bolted right for me, as Bobby ran for cover and made me wonder if I should do the same thing. He'd never been aggressive before, but...
Land of Chocolate" envisioned by Homer Simpson.
I've done my best to avoid the use of dung-beetle killing wormers, but it just doesn't seem to do the trick. They're around, but not in enough numbers to bury many cowpies. Last year I blamed it on the arrival of Doc and Bruce (our draft horses), who had undoubtedly been wormed. This year, Bobby (our driving horse) and Shasta (our newest cow) could be to blame. Maybe the beetles will take over next year, but I'm not holding my breath.
We've got some organic fly spray, which is just a bunch of essential oils (cedar, cinnamon, thyme, etc) blended with mineral oil. Doc knows what it's for, and lets me spray him down with it. Bruce, on the other hand, runs away from me like a two-thousand pound sissy when he sees the sprayer. The cows run away from the sprayer as well. It ain't cheap, but it does seem to work for the animals who hold still long enough to let me douse them. The conventional sprays all use permethrin/pyrethrin, which are actually quite dangerous neurotoxins, so I've been avoiding them.
Let's all hope for a nice early killing frost!
Sunday, August 1, 2010
We have two hogs now, both purchased from an Amish family whose chicken butchering services we've been using. It was a very hot day when they arrived, so we showed them the water right away. This one knew just what to do with it.
Hogs are omnivores just like people, and are known for eating people who pass out or die in their pen. Our hogs don't seem to feel the need to wait for either event, and are both interested in eating me no matter how lively I am (they gnaw on my leg when I'm in their pen). So I guess we're even, now that we both want to eat each other. Hopefully I'll eat them first.