tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89784889156305003452024-03-02T01:12:45.032-06:00Challenged SurvivalAll about life and it's challenges on our little homestead built on a sand hill!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-75027664946090396112018-06-01T18:18:00.000-05:002018-06-01T18:18:54.874-05:00Mamma BearI'm alive!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com75tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-49167391252165965562014-10-21T22:21:00.000-05:002018-06-01T16:50:53.238-05:00Today Mamma Bear doing Better.<br />
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Mamma Bear is using her right hand now. She can hold her coffee cup, can't open doors with it,<br />
but she is trying. Mamma Bear write with RIGHT HAND now!!!! It's hard for her, but she deal with the pain. Left leg has 97% narrowed or hardening artery,We didn't have a good day today. Has problems with speech and getting words out. She tell me I know I know I know, but she know in her head what she is saying, but the words aren't coming out. Antidepressant help some! I thank all of you for prayers and get well soon, we need all prayers we can get!!<br />
I will let Mamma Bear, answer all her comment from everyone. I hope soon!<br />
Papa BearMamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-92190474449173038962014-09-29T22:12:00.000-05:002014-09-29T22:12:48.096-05:00Mamma BearTo all that reads Challenged Survival.<br />
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Mamma Bear has had a Stroke, on August 20,2014.<br />
For months she has not felt well.<br />
A week in the hospital, and twenty one days at Health South Rehabilitation Hospital.<br />
Mamma Bear is home now. We have a long way to go.<br />
We need a lot of PRAYER from every one.<br />
The LORD will heal her, and she will be back soon!<br />
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Papa BearMamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-36265249916785078742014-05-23T18:59:00.002-05:002014-05-23T18:59:37.550-05:00Remembering our Heroes Have a safe Memorial Weekend my friends. We will be attending a flag retirement ceremony and picnic with the VFW on Monday.<br />
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Thanks for the replies and emails wondering if we were ok. I will try to do a post next week. We have been extremely busy when we weren't flooded in!<br />
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Please watch this video <span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://worriersanonymous.org/Share/Mansions.htm" target="_blank">Mansions</a></b></span> in honor of our fallen heroes.Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-88992153854366543902014-04-13T14:21:00.000-05:002014-04-13T14:26:24.309-05:00My Apiary has Doubled!I went into this season with 3 hives and now I have six! This week I have caught 3 swarms, one of them twice! I have now put a piece of a queen excluder over the entrance as <a href="http://smallhold-pioneerpreppy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Pioneer Preppy</a> suggested. I love this idea to keep them from swarming again but then again I am concerned if it is a virgin queen she will not be able to mate. Oh the worries.<br />
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One swarm was huge and it was not a good catch. Maybe that is why they swarmed again the next day. I pissed them off royally. The pictures do not even do it justice. I took the trap down from the tree and it was heavy. After I got the trap open and lifted the top up, the beard hung almost to the ground. Unfortunately I could not hold the trap and get that picture at the same time. When I moved to put the top over the hive and shake it, I tilted the top causing half of the beard to break and land in a big clump beside the hive. Mind you I am working in the dark with only a light I have on my golf cart seat aimed in my direction. This picture is from the first shake into the hive.<br />
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These were the bees still left clinging after my first shake. There were just as many in the other half of the trap. I had to shake them back down and bump them hard again to get them in the hive.<br />
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These were what was left on the ground after I brushed some with the bee brush into a bucket and put in the hive.<br />
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I knew I had the queen when the ones remaining outside were doing the bee butt dance and started heading in.<br />
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The next afternoon they decided to swarm again but I caught them in the act. I saw them land in the small cedar and weighing down the limb. I went and suited up and this time remembered to put a sheet on the ground where I was working. They were bearding on a limb just above my head. Papa Bear took this picture after I had climbed the ladder. You can see the limb I cut on the ground and the bucket with the bees after I shook the limb. I got that bucket load shook into the hive, bungee corded everything up so I could go back and get it early evening. All the strays will head inside one they catch a whiff of the queen.<br />
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While I was getting these bees into the trap, I was all of a sudden in another cloud of bees. A swarm was coming across the bee yard from the back of our property and heading for one of my traps on the east side of the apiary. For once I know I caught a swarm that wasn't my bees! It was awesome!<br />
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Here they come! Pouring into the trap. I got them last night too with no incidents. I worked all of my hives yesterday and have honey almost ready to harvest! <br />
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It is definitely swarm season in NW Florida! I only have one more empty brood box. I have to get busy and build more or take down my traps. I do have two five frame nucs should I catch a small swarm.<br />
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I went out around 7 AM to the apiary to feed the new girls some sugar syrup and saw this on the front of one of my hives. Is it a start of a build up for them to get ready to swarm? I have seen them do this when it gets very hot here but the temps are cool in the 60's this morning and very cloudy. If they swarm I hope it is to one of my traps!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-59106119112600425182014-04-04T17:42:00.001-05:002014-04-04T17:42:42.300-05:00Caught a Swarm today!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Papa Bear found a swarm on one of the traps. I don't know if they had stopped to rest or were trying to make up their mind if they were going to move in. They were bearding up on the bottom of the trap which is only about 5 feet off the ground. It is real close to my apiary so it may even be one of my hives that swarmed.<br />
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I decided not to wait until night to get them just in case they were resting. I put on my bee suit and got my gear together. I put the new brood box underneath the trap, removed the top and the frames from the center and shook the bees into the brood box. When I opened the trap there were about 50 or so bees inside so I am glad I decided to take them as they were probably just resting there. It took a while for them to settle. I was beginning to wonder if I had the queen as they started gathering on a nearby fence post and were making very little attempt to go into the brood box. I finally decided to leave them alone and see what happens. I went to check on them a few minutes ago and there are only a few outside the brood box. Most have gone in and they are no longer roaring like before. Just at dark I will attempt to move them to the apiary.<br />
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Three more of my traps are showing a little activity at them. Maybe I can make them stay this year. The two swarms I caught last year absconded in a day or two and my splits just never worked but I learn something new each time.Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-88216322618972893632014-04-01T17:18:00.000-05:002014-04-01T17:23:51.502-05:00Bee Swarm....or not<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This morning Papa Bear came down to the garden and picked me up on the golf cart to look at something. It was one of our bee traps that I have not checked on in a few days. This is a new one on me. Maybe Pioneer Preppy can explain it. The bees have built comb underneath the trap.<br />
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We watched it a few minutes and watched bees come in and out of the traps entrance but never saw any land on the comb.<br />
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I thought we had a swarm so I went to the shed and got the brood box my son sent me last year for my birthday. I had promised him to name it the CHAD Colony for the grand kids the next time I caught a swarm.<br />
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The C is for my granddaughter, the H is for another granddaughter the A is for "And" the D is for my grandson. I got this painted and set up and went back to check the swam trap. My plans were to get the trap early evening when most of the bees were back in for the night.<br />
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I don't see any activity. I walked under the trap and lifted it to see if there was any weight to it. If there was it was not much. A bee did come out of the entrance to greet me. I watched it a few minutes and did not see the activity I saw earlier so I don't know if I have a swarm or not. I still plan on taking it down this evening and having a peek. I am befuddled...maybe the bees are playing an April Fools joke on me!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-58733368753418385222014-04-01T11:55:00.004-05:002014-04-01T11:58:21.053-05:00Now that's a lot of fried chicken!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijiMmFXXX3CBxMINuU7zo6TcmeLRn3hgGpe9QgJiv2IpY9Z9VcdHKsJFfrMcyIC9bIBHc9FCSmafsGt-uquIQyh0Y2yJRBMIjPkGA-iWIbDZg1c1jByRU3NzPrPCgObQYK2BwqGA9J8ZY/s1600/breakingnews.jpg?utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email&utm_term=CC%20eNews&utm_campaign=04.01.2014%20CC%20eNews" target="_blank"><b>Breaking News! New six-foot tall chicken breed discovered deep in the Amazon ... </b></a><br />
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<b>HT: community chickens</b>Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-14136174179503822182014-03-28T11:00:00.001-05:002014-03-28T11:00:57.822-05:00Friday Funny<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-64835804894870191662014-03-19T21:30:00.001-05:002014-03-19T21:30:36.688-05:00For all of you still getting snow<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/5jswAsFtpDo" width="480"></iframe>Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-26569097807944980372014-03-19T07:19:00.001-05:002014-03-19T07:19:35.813-05:00The Fun and Games Continue....Challenges just hasn't stopped here in the last few weeks.<br />
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Yesterday morning I decided to move some of the does and kids. I thought I had the right kids with the right does...Nope, I had a bunch of screaming kids and mad does. I finally got them back where they were to begin with. Gave the doe who I've been treating for infection her shot and came inside to the computer to order more medications from Jeffers. I also found some temporary collars (ID bands) that are assorted colors you can write on. When they come in I will color code everyone. When I see a kid nursing and the doe is not shoving it away I will figure out who belongs with who.<br />
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After placing my order I went out to check on my doe who is due to kid any moment. She doesn't look like she has any intention of giving up those kids any time soon. I met up with Papa Bear and we walked around to the see the new pigs. It has become a habit to count them all each morning to make sure they are all there. Miss Piggy was nursing them. When she got up and all the little piggies started running around I saw one of my worst fears. One of the bigger piggies had been stepped on and had a gaping wound from his neck down and around to his shoulder. <br />
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Papa Bear got a loaf of bread to try to keep Miss Piggy occupied so I could get the baby out. I finally caught the pig and handed him across the fence to Papa Bear while dodging Miss Piggy who was highly upset. We got the little pig into the kitchen, threw an old towel on the table to "try" to lay him on so I could see how bad it was. As little as this piggie was, he was strong and did not stop squirming. I have a suture kit here but when I pulled the huge patch of skin back it was very nasty with dirt and pieces of hay. I was afraid I would not get all the trash out and cause a huge infection so I called my vet and left a voice mail. <br />
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By the time I had put on clean clothes I still had not had a call back from the vet so I decided to take him to the large animal clinic a little less than an hour from the house. I called and told them what had happened and was on my way. My niece told me not to worry about the Marine. She would stay late if need be.<br />
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The vet assessed him and said she could fix him but he would require anesthesia, cleaning the wound and inserting a drain to drain off any infection and then closing the wound. She said it would be approximately $200.00. She also told us most people would just put that young of a pig down. He is only 12 days old. I looked at Papa Bear, he looked at me and then he told the vet to fix him. She said to come back and pick him up between 4:30 and 5:00. When Papa Bear went back to pick him up the bill was $165.00 a little less than we expected. Gourmet Bacon for sure now! <br />
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So Porky Pig is in the house in a large bin until I can take take the drain out in 5 to 7 days. I will also have to give him a shot of Pen G every day for 7 days. He hates the baby bottle. I finally poured some milk in a pan and got him to drink a little of that. If I can continue to get nourishment in him. I think he will survive.<br />
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Now I must go and wrestle a goat for more milk. Have a great day everyone!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-79137298667620693222014-03-15T14:29:00.003-05:002014-03-15T14:36:09.562-05:00Busy...Busy....WeekTo say we've been so busy we didn't know if we should scratch our watch or wind our butts would be an understatement. Never in my life will I ever again allow 14 does to be bred in a two week period. Thank God 3 of the 14 didn't get pregnant. We still have one more doe who should give birth around the 18th. So far we have 6 sets of twins, 2 sets of triplets and 2 single births. Eight does and twelve bucks so far.<br />
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Papa Bear was so tired he laid down in one of the stalls that wasn't occupied at the moment and fell asleep.<br />
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Goofy Lacie wants to know if she can have the stall when the big blue thing is finished.<br />
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Lacie had two beautiful does. One is solid black. We have never had a solid colored kid before now.<br />
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I had to take her in and show her to the Marine<br />
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All of the kidding went well except for the last one. I thought we were going to lose the kid and doe. She is a first time freshener. The kid had one leg folded back and the does pelvic area was too small for me to get my hand in far enough to release the leg. I even tried to push the kid back in to reposition it and that didn't work. Our vet has moved and is over a hour and a half away from us so there was no need in even calling. The kids tongue started turning black, the doe was weak and screaming I knew I had to do something. When the doe gave a couple of more weak pushes I held around the kid behind the leg showing and pulled down on the kid as hard as I could and got him out.<br />
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Triplets and such an attentive doe.<br />
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Springtime.....So close! I think we have had our final frost.<br />
Our Camellia Bush is in full bloom.<br />
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Almost every bloom has a honeybee in it.<br />
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Magnolia Jane busted out in full bloom. I haven't noticed any bees on this one.<br />
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I still have not planted the apple trees.<br />
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The little piggies are venturing out further into the pen.<br />
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When they hear Mama grunt or huff, they run scurrying back to their nest. They are too funny and look like they have doubled in size in a weeks time.<br />
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The pear tree blossoms made it through the last freeze. We may
actually have pears this year! Hang tight everyone. Spring is just
around the corner. Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-85182518467344360352014-03-09T10:10:00.000-05:002014-03-09T10:10:42.798-05:00First Spring Kids on the Ground!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I found these two kids this morning. I did not have the doe in the kidding stall as she still had another couple of days. Surprise! One buck and one doe. The two does I do have in the kidding stalls are still hanging on to theirs. Goats...never a dull moment!<br />
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This one is the little buck.<br />
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The one hiding under mama is the little doe.<br />
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After this excitement I went in to clean the pig stall and play with the baby pigs for a few minutes. You can almost see them growing! All 8 of them are still doing fine.<br />
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Yesterday I snitched one out of the pen to show the Marine. Every picture I took blurred. Those little critters move fast and are loud when you take them away from Mama. This one was screaming to high heaven by the time I got it back to the pen. Good thing Miss Piggy is so mild mannered or I may would have gotten beat up. She still wasn't too pleased with making her baby squeal!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-36203868899032109892014-03-08T13:36:00.000-06:002014-03-08T13:37:04.512-06:00Derby Day (Grandma and Grandpa's Brag Day)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today was Derby Day for the local scouts in our county. The scouts had to make their own cars with a little assistance from parents of course. Grandson got his badge for participating.<br />
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The green car in front is grandsons. Spider-Man and Hulk are driving!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Grandson took FIRST PLACE in his age division!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and THIRD PLACE in all age divisions!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">GO GRANDSON!!!!!!</span><br />
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<br />Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-83992675059671611072014-03-07T06:33:00.001-06:002014-03-07T06:33:23.246-06:00Of Pigs and GoatsWednesday morning Miss Piggy's hooha was swollen, she was making her nest and when I checked her teats at 7:45am I was getting droplets of milk. All of these are signs that birth is 12 to 24 hours away. I texted a picture to a pig person friend and she even said that it looked like Miss Piggy had 6 to 12 hours. So began the watch.<br />
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One sign of birth is most pigs will turn down their food. Miss Piggy was still eating like a pig.<br />
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All day long Miss Piggy would tear apart her nest and rebuild it. <br />
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She drank massive amounts of water. Mom brought her snacks of sour cream and a loaf of bread. She ate it all! <br />
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By 9:30pm there were still no piggies. I needed a shower and sleep. I set my alarm clock to go off every two hours and Miss Piggy was doing the same she did all day long. <br />
11:30 PM she would work on her nest, drink water, pee, work on her nest and lay in it for 30 seconds...no kidding I timed her. <br />
1:30am she was doing the same, 3:30am the same, since it was close to my regular getting up time, I just stayed up. Around 6:30 am I poured her grain in her trough. She sniffed at it but turned it down. Miss Piggy never turns down food. <br />
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10 AM Miss Piggy finally laid down in her nest and started having contractions and pushing. My pig friend text me to see how many piggies I had and I told her none, that she had just started into labor. She asked if I wanted company and I said sure as this was my fist piggie births.<br />
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Before my friend arrived Miss Piggy jumped up and had the first Piglet standing up. I grabbed it, dried it and when Miss Piggy laid down I put it on a teat to nurse. <br />
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After the second one, she had a very large piglet that was stillborn. After that one things began to happen fast. I could not let the others nurse as Miss Piggy would jump up and step on them, they would squeal and upset her more so Papa Bear was taking them into the house and putting them into a box to stay warm until Miss Piggy finished giving birth. She had the last 4 lying down. Papa Bear and I tied off all the umbilical cord with dental floss and dipped them in betadine and took them back out to Miss Piggy.<br />
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She had a total of 9 including the stillborn. Here they all are lined up at the milk bar. <br />
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It was very cold yesterday and all Miss Piggy had was an open shelter. Papa Bear put up two half walls to block the wind and hung a heat lamp. Miss Piggy was still jumping up and stepping on them. Kermit the boar in the pen next to Miss Piggy was going nuts, making Miss Piggy nuts. Around 7PM last night I couldn't take it any longer. I wondered if any piggies would be alive this morning. <br />
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I had just made it into the house longing for a hot shower and a nap when Papa Bear called to tell me our doe Brownie had lost her mucus plug. Brownie is not due to kid until March 18th. Everything I have read on premature kids is they very seldom survive and if they do have health issues for life. I put my jacket and gloves back on and found Brownie with no other signs of impending birth other than a little mucus stringing. I had read that a doe can loose her mucus plug several weeks before giving birth but ours never had before.<br />
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I finally got my shower and had a good nights sleep. When I went out to unlock the gate this morning around 5am I could not stand the torture of not knowing if I had piglets still living. I took a quick peek and they were piled up asleep next to Mama. I could not count them. Hopefull when I go feed in a few minutes I will find them all there safe.Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-63532147117827735212014-02-26T18:01:00.000-06:002014-03-01T11:27:03.747-06:00When it rains...it rains some moreSince the Marines illness and <a href="http://challengedsurvival.blogspot.com/2014/02/he-sleeps.html" target="_blank">hospital stay</a>. We have fallen behind on a lot of our must do projects.<br />
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First of all I thought Miss Piggy was due to give birth the first week in February and we had not built her a separate pen and shelter from our boar. As it got closer to the date I saw no signs that birth was imminent so we didn't get in a hurry. Not that I or Papa Bear are experts. This will be our first rodeo but according to everything I read and pictures I saw she wasn't close. Thank God I looked at the gestation chart wrong. <br />
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In November Miss Piggy became so frustrated with Kermit our boar that she tried to show him how the deed is done. OK...she had it backwards too, but you get my meaning...hahaha piggy porn!<br />
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If they finally got it right and the deed was done during this time, I should have piggies the first week in March. If she didn't get pregnant during this heat cycle, then 21 days later will be toward the 3rd week in March.<br />
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When we got home from the hospital we had so much rain that the pen Miss Piggy and Kermit were in had massive mud puddles. I had nightmares that Miss piggy was going to give birth and all my new piggies would drown. Papa Bear and I recouped a couple of days from the day and night shifts at the hospital and then got busy. We got a new pen put up adjoining the one shown in the photo above with a gate separating the two. A larger shelter was also built. <br />
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This is Miss Piggy in her new digs. I had to put a bucket in the corner and tie it to the fence until I can get an automatic waterer installed. I have to fill it up a couple of times a day.<br />
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This is a picture I took today on the 26th. Any piggy experts out there who can guess if she's due anytime soon? It is supposed to freeze here again tomorrow night. Murphy's law and all you know. I will get as much hay as I can moved in there with her tomorrow.....just in case.<br />
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I told you when it rains, it rains some more. Yesterday I noticed Calico, one of my pregnant does limping. I am way behind on trimming goat hooves. I know...bad goat mama. I brought her into a stall and put her up on the milking stand so I could save my back from breaking. Sure enough. She had a lot of extra growth with dirt packed under it that was causing her to limp. I got the hoof trimmers and pick, got one front hoof done when Papa Bear handed me a new pair of trimmers. I trimed her back hoof and went to the other side and got the back trimmed and started to do the front and saw a pool of blood. OMG. I thought I was extremely careful not to cut too close. I called Papa Bear and told him to bring me the ground Cayenne pepper. He wanted to know if I had cut myself...I said no...the goat. I got a bucket of water and paper towels and still could not see anything on the hoof and then I felt the blood oozing through my fingers where I was holding around her pastern. I had cut a nasty gash with those new clippers and didn't even know it. Calico never flinched or anything. I got it washed and poured the cayenne pepper on the gash. It clotted the blood in just a few seconds. (Cayenne Pepper is a great item to have in your survival gear.) I have used it on myself. It does not burn like you think it would.<br />
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Once the bleeding stopped I put some Colloidal Silver gel on the wound and wrapped it to keep the dirt out of it. Today she is just limping slightly. I'll take the bandage off tomorrow and see how everything looks. I probably should give her a tetanus shot too if I can remember. She's just going about her usual business like nothing is wrong other than the small limp that I caused! Her kids are due in March. It's going to be a busy month!<br />
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While running back and forth between the goat shelters, pig pens and house I noticed the pear trees have started blooming. This is what happened last year. The trees bloomed out, we had a late freeze that killed the blooms and had no pears. It is supposed to be 29 tomorrow night. Such is life.<br />
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On a brighter note. The Marine is doing well. He is sleeping here through his Nebulizer treatment. He told me he didn't mind being a lab rat...More on that later.<br />
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His fur babies are glad he is home. We only allow one at a time to sleep with him since his illness instead of all three of his babies piled up with him. It was Freeway's turn last night. He just propped up on the Marine's leg and decide he wasn't moving!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-43856851804755923392014-02-24T16:36:00.002-06:002014-02-24T16:38:32.199-06:00Surviving FeminismThis is a really good read.....<a href="http://kqduane.com/2014/02/24/short-essay-men-you-can-no-longer-assume-that-a-woman-is-good-just-because-shes-a-woman/" target="_blank">It's the Women not the Men</a><br />
HT to <a href="http://tim-shey.blogspot.com/2014/02/men-you-can-no-longer-assume-that-woman.html" target="_blank">High Plains Drifter</a> for posting the link <br />
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As a woman, sometimes I think God plopped me down in the wrong century. I should have lived back during the pioneer days because I hate what most of today's women have become. I want to stay here on my little acreage, worship my God, take care of my family, land and animals. And I want to do it beside my husband, to be his helpmate. If I never had to leave the place I would be one happy camper!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-67019905860359876222014-02-24T08:43:00.000-06:002014-02-24T08:43:09.648-06:00Belated Presidents Day<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><br />
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"President's Day is when President Obama steps out of the White House and if
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</span>Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-57148614522121743572014-02-21T21:24:00.001-06:002014-02-24T08:44:15.124-06:00Million American Jobs Project<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/4FrGxO2Fn_M" width="480"></iframe>Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-60781465611383774452014-02-16T17:53:00.000-06:002014-02-16T17:53:40.331-06:00We are home!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Left the hospital and came home to settle the Marine in. Papa Bear was very tired so I went back to town to fill prescriptions and get some takeout for supper. Two hours to fill 3 prescriptions at Walmart. <i>grumble, grumble, grumble</i>. Walmart is a necessary evil at times.<br />
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Thanks again everyone for your prayers and get well wishes!. As soon as I get caught up on things I'll be commenting and catching up on the blogs.<br />
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You folks are simply great and I can't thank you enough!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-46999692100282994432014-02-16T06:21:00.001-06:002014-02-16T06:43:29.429-06:00He Sleeps<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The morning of February 12th is the most rested I have seen the Marine since he was admitted to the hospital on Wednesday. This is a new type of mask on his face that will allow us to wean him from the oxygen.<br />
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The marine started having breathing issues from another bout of an URI. I could not take care of it fast enough at home so Wednesday morning when the Marines oxygen levels and heart rate begin dropping, we loaded him up and headed to the hospital.<br />
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We have two hospitals in our area. We first went to the one that is not our first choice for two reasons. The Marine's sister works there and his Pulmonary doctor has an office in the complex. I thought the Marine would enjoy seeing his sister on her breaks and before and after work. I made a bad choice.<br />
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Papa Bear dropped the Marine and I off at the ER and left us to park. They did get a wrist band on the Marine, took his vitals. It was obvious the Marine was in distress. They two at the desk said a room was being cleaned and they would get him back in 5 minutes. Over 30 minutes later we were still in the waiting room, about 10 more people had come in and one who kept pacing back and forth near us was coughing up blood. I called Papa Bear (who had just found a parking space) and told him to come back to the ER and pick us up. We needed to go to the other hospital. The Marine's lips were blue at the time and his heart rate was erratic going from as high as 150 bpm to as low as 24 bpm.<br />
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The other hospital is about 15 minutes away. When we arrived they took the Marine straight in. With-in 30 minutes we had an IV going, a chest x-ray done, more oxygen going than what our little tank could do and his pulmonary doctor had been called.<br />
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We were told that the hospital was full and we may have to spend the day and maybe even the night in the ER. At this point I didn't care. The Marine was getting the medical attention he needed. The initial x-ray shows pneumonia in his right lung just as we suspected. We did not have to wait as long as we were originally told for a room. We got one by around 5PM.<br />
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The remainder of my post is a few pictures and comments. I have been trying to write this for a couple of days but with no activity on the WI-fi here at the hospital, it signs you out in 30 minutes or so. I am constantly having to stop and then try to sign back in. My little Dell notebook isn't to great either.<br />
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The Marine is a very hard stick as his veins have shrunk. It takes several sticks to get blood and a IV started. If IV's and drawing blood gets to be difficult, or if the Marine is going to be here awhile, I will ask for a PICC line.<br />
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Getting two kinds of IV antibiotics and I can
already see an improvement but he still cannot get by with just room
air. IV fluids and two types of antibiotics has the Marine feeling much better. Believe it or not but there are no extra pillows at the hospital. Here we are using a stuffed bear brought to the hospital by his cousin to prop his hand on until Papa Bear can get back with pillows from home. I can't even tun the Marine to his side until I get some.<br />
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When the doctor made rounds this morning (February 14th) he told us his assistant would be doing rounds over the weekend. As the Marine's GP is at the Navy base, one was assigned to him at the hospital. He told me that everyone would be consulted on the Marine's case and he may can go home this week-end. I don't know if he knows what he's talking about.<br />
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The clock is funny in the Marine's room. Everyday is Friday! This was the 13th's time and date. <br />
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This was a new to us fitting for the nebulizer for the Marine's breathing treatments. I told him he looked like Pop-Eye the sailor man smoking his pipe.<br />
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The Marine's sister got this thing ordered for him. One of her patients uses one. It wraps around the chest, pumps air and vibrates the lungs, It reminds you of the spin cycle on a washing machine. It makes the Marine laugh when the therapist tells him she is going to shake him up like pop corn. The Marine's doctor is going to write us a prescription for the Marine so he can have one at home!<br />
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Our family would like to thank all of you for your prayers and nice comments. As I get the time I will comment to each of you. We ask that you do keep up the prayers for the Marine. They are working! <br />
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The last of Ella's puppies went to their new homes this past weekend. This is the son of one of my new blog readers. What a beautiful family! They read about Ella and the pups on my blog and offered to re-home one! <br />
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When they arrived from their two hour journey to pick up the pup, we were presented with a fresh loaf of whole wheat bread and a jar of apple butter from the Mom! I should have taken a picture of that! I never have good luck making whole wheat bread. Mine always comes out like a dense brick but I learned a couple of secrets and will have to try it.<br />
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These folks are amazing. I wish they had a blog! Trees that were planted by the father as a young boy was cut and harvested for their log cabin home which they built. Their children are home schooled, they have honey bee hives and they raise pigs! I will have to pick their brains on that one too as Miss Piggy does not seem to be getting in the "piggy way". I want baby pigs! Which translates to I want bacon...and ham...and chops and....<br />
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I promised Papa Bear my undivided attention with help on the pole barn this week. I'll post pictures when I get a chance. I hope everyone has a great week! Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8978488915630500345.post-53874426974464822312014-02-09T14:15:00.001-06:002014-02-09T14:46:46.674-06:00Busy WeekThe Marine had labs and doctors appointment at Navy base this past Monday. Of course the post office called about 30 minutes before it was time for us to leave and tell us our baby chicks had arrived. When I ordered them my deliver date was the week of February 3rd. I did not know they would be here on the 3rd. Mom had spent the weekend in town so I called and asked her to rescue the chicks until I got home.<br />
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The Marine's appointments are an all day affair for us. Labs are at 10:45 and then his doctors appointment is at 2:PM. Since we are a little over an hours drive from the base, there is not enough time to come back home and go back. I called daughter and asked her and SO to meet us for lunch at Red Lobster. Lobster Fest is going on for the next 10 weeks and we had a craving for some lobster. We had a nice leisurely lunch before we made the second appointment. All is well with the Marine. It was just a check-up. We did find out that sometimes during the year the VA is opening a home health service for severely disabled vets such as the Marine. The doctor will actually make house calls if needed and they will send nurses out to draw blood for the labs. We can also have a nurses aide several times a week to give his bath. I am trying not to get my hopes up too high for this as we all know the government is cutting out as much as they can from the Military. Any disabled vet and their caregivers post 9/11 get all kinds of fringe benefits that my Marine doesn't. It's simply not right to treat one generation of veterans differently from others. But don't get me started!<br />
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When we got back home Mom had already opened the box of chicks and gave them all a drink of water. I put them into a temporary cage under the shed with a heat lamp. I used to put new chicks in the sun room in a kiddie wading pool but Papa Bear gave the pool to the piggies last year when they were babies and I have not purchased another., Besides that the Marines Rat Terrier "Baby" may have thought they were little rats and needed taken care of so no chicks in the house. Look at those cute little Rhode Island Reds who is going to start our new flock. I am still trying to find a Barred Rock rooster for my 4 remaining girls that made it through the <a href="http://challengedsurvival.blogspot.com/2013/12/massacre-warning-graphic-content.html" target="_blank">massacre</a>.<br />
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The weekend before the Marines appointment Papa Bear and I had started building a new baby chick house/brooder. I had an idea in mind what I wanted and we kind of made it up as we went along. The only thing I had to buy to make the new chickie/ brooder house was a small box of roofing nails. We already had bits and pieces of everything already here. My new blogger friend Izzy over at <a href="http://theschultzcompound.blogspot.com/2014/01/new-terminology.html" target="_blank">The Compound</a> calls all of the piled up stuff, resource inventory and all of this time I have been calling it JUNK. Sometimes <strike>junk</strike> resource inventory comes in handy. Would you believe the shingles are from leftovers when we built our house almost 20 years ago. That man (Papa Bear) doesn't throw anything away.<br />
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It has sliding doors on both ends so I can reach in and clean it out, fill the feeder and waters without having to stand on my head!<br />
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Since it's still a little cold and breezy, we stapled strips of cardboard around the bottom to keep the air off of them.<br />
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Look...the chickie/brooder house is next to some blueberry bushes and they are beginning to bud out. Surely spring is aound the corner!Mamma Bearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10781533611079940480noreply@blogger.com18