Farm Life With Family And Livestock | Livestock

Over the years we have enjoyed many family gatherings that included the do you remember when stories. My parents had sold the farm and moved south before I was born, so life on their farm was always a topic of conversation, mainly in the later years of my mother’s life. It is funny you can be in your forties before you ever knew your own mother had a milking flock of sheep.Now, I never knew you milked sheep but apparently, it makes great cheese. Sheep is one livestock we have never had except for three days a few years ago. One of our granddaughters decided she liked to ride sheep at rodeo’s hoping to stay on for the 8 seconds. She made it 3 seconds. She was so excited that she asked PaPa for some sheep to practice on for her birthday. Like most grandfathers, off to the sale barn he went to purchase the largest, woolliest sheep he could find. And yes, she would not ride them. Our oldest granddaughter wanted to but her legs were too long. Here entered our youngest granddaughter and on that sheep she got, holding on for dear life. Off on a wild ride only to have the sheep turn and jump into the livestock trailer. She never let go and if she had been at the rodeo, would have made the 8 seconds. The next day she got up with her entire face swollen. What a way to find out you are allergic to unprocessed wool! Papa loaded the sheep up and back to the sale barn they went.Now, going to the sale barn with grandchildren can be a costly adventure. We have come home with horses, goats, calves and even a donkey-that was my husband’s superb idea. The grandkids always seem to choose the smallest pygmy kids and they had to be held all the way home. Thank goodness our youngest grandchild was still in diapers. You got it. Here we are going down the road with one happy grandchild holding this little goat and the goat is thinking what in the world am I wearing. To be honest, it was safer for the goat to be held than put in the stock trailer, so Nanny, as I am called, was happy too.My mom would tell stories of her geese chasing the men as they came in from the field. Apparently, cuffs on pants were a big deal then and the grain would accumulate in the cuff. The geese knew this and were bound and determined to get some extra feed. Mom would always say that one goose would chase the mailman every chance it would get. I have always wondered if that goose thought the mailman had grain hidden in his mail bag.I had a flock of Polish white tops, including an uncontrollable rooster. That is one bird I was happy to see go. He would come at me every chance he got and I would always end up doing some indescribable dance to avoid him. We told the man who purchased the flock that we would put the rooster in a cage for him, but he had to catch the rest of the hens. Boy did we ever have that agreement backwards. Here we are–my daughter armed with a plastic snow shovel and I with a plastic garbage can lid–entering the chicken coop like two women on a secret mission. That rooster had us both dancing. We got to laughing so hard at ourselves that we could hardly get that crazy rooster in the cage once we caught him. It must have been entertaining because all the other animals were watching us as if we had lost our minds.It is great to reminisce with friends and family and what a fantastic way for the younger generations to get a glimpse into the life of their ancestors.