<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:04:37.186-06:00</updated><category term='North Shore'/><category term='summer'/><category term='goats'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='spring 2007'/><category term='homebrew'/><category term='prairie'/><category term='kids'/><category term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Fat Beagle Farm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-3449045294339135071</id><published>2008-03-28T13:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:42:58.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamb cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R-07SIkrPMI/AAAAAAAAASs/mhyu_aruy-E/s1600-h/Lambacke+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R-07SIkrPMI/AAAAAAAAASs/mhyu_aruy-E/s400/Lambacke+2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182863928898305218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back from a fun 4 days in Louisiana (and about that many driving to and fro). We've got a bunch of fun photos to share here when I have a bit more time, but in the meantime, I thought I'd show off our lamb cake from Easter this year.  Its collar is a bit crooked and its eyes look slightly, um, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; somehow, but I still think it's pretty cute.  We weren't going to be getting back into town until late the night before Easter and I had already told the kids we probably wouldn't be having a lamb cake this year, much to their disappointment, especially Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, thanks in no small part to our new friend, the portable DVD player, we made record time driving Saturday and I was able to bake it that night.  We spent much of Easter morning decorating while hanging out with Uncle Dave (in town for a couple of days) before heading to Tommy &amp;amp; Deb's for a great Easter dinner.  Still no Ukrainian Easter eggs this year (not even dyed eggs, though we're going to do that just for fun this weekend), but it was nice to still have our lamb cake tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the peep in the foreground next to the "baby lamb" -- a little chocolate lamb covered with buttercream frosting.  There's another peep in the back to for a full 360-degree lamb cake diorama.  Oh, and not to brag, but this cake was delicious!  (And in case you're worried, no actual lambs were hurt in the making of this lamb cake!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-3449045294339135071?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3449045294339135071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=3449045294339135071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/3449045294339135071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/3449045294339135071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2008/03/lamb-cake.html' title='Lamb cake'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R-07SIkrPMI/AAAAAAAAASs/mhyu_aruy-E/s72-c/Lambacke+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-5913479171320207684</id><published>2008-03-06T20:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:35:20.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerial view of our place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R9Ci523o2-I/AAAAAAAAASc/A0Z009BtNlA/s1600-h/Edited+home+aerial+photo_edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R9Ci523o2-I/AAAAAAAAASc/A0Z009BtNlA/s400/Edited+home+aerial+photo_edited-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174815086713822178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, check it out! We just got this cool photo of the homestead-lite.  A fellow who pilots a small plane out of Lake Elmo Airport and does aerial photography came by with this picture he took last month. We've wanted to get one of these but the prices were always sky-high, so to speak, but not so with this guy. So now we finally have one to hang side-by-side with the aerial photo Ted and Michele had done in 1986. We'll have to figure out a way to get that one scanned into digital format as well, but in it, you can really see the huge differences in 22 years, especially in how grown the trees have become. The row of elms on the left-hand side of the new pic (between our place and Bud &amp;amp; Cora's) has really grown from practically nothing to the big windbreak you see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the new photo, you can make out the paths we've made in the back 40, the prairie up front, and just the tippy top of Ted's chicken coop, poking up from behind the big barn. (You have to know what you're looking at to figure that one out.)  Ellie and I thought that maybe we could make out Moose in the barnyard, but it may just be the slide from the goats' little playset.  I think it's pretty cool that you can make out lots of deer tracks, especially in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the full picture the pilot took. (Click on either photo and you can see things much better.) You can see Bud &amp;amp; Cora's next door, Moon &amp;amp; Shifter (their horses) eating at their big hay bale, and a lot of the horses and cows from our neighbors on 22nd Street. You can also see part of our field to the north of the house, as well. When I zoom in, I can even see what I think is our little cat friend (a barn cat who's hung around almost every day for the last two years whom we now call Checkers) slinking across the Wamstads' field in back of ours.  Too cool! We're hoping to have the pilot take another picture in the full of summer this year to compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R9CoEm3o2_I/AAAAAAAAASk/ylJZIRYB2cA/s1600-h/Edited+home+aerial+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R9CoEm3o2_I/AAAAAAAAASk/ylJZIRYB2cA/s400/Edited+home+aerial+photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174820768955554802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next, satellite imagery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-5913479171320207684?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5913479171320207684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=5913479171320207684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5913479171320207684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5913479171320207684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2008/03/aerial-view-of-our-place.html' title='Aerial view of our place'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R9Ci523o2-I/AAAAAAAAASc/A0Z009BtNlA/s72-c/Edited+home+aerial+photo_edited-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-4092329489120650464</id><published>2008-02-24T10:32:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:25:18.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of an era</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Gmqd_l6KI/AAAAAAAAASM/-88hawd8lBs/s1600-h/Dixie+with+landing+gear+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Gmqd_l6KI/AAAAAAAAASM/-88hawd8lBs/s320/Dixie+with+landing+gear+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170597095734110370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're sad to report that the eponymous fat beagle of Fat Beagle Farm has died. Dixie died about 3 weeks ago after a very swift illness. She was normal in the morning, then we when got home from XC ski club in the afternoon, she was a little "off". By a that evening, she was effectively paralyzed (although not completely). Our vet thought she had herniated or even ruptured a disk high up in her spine, given how quickly she was affected. We tried more than 24 hours of intensive IV therapy with steroids and other drugs to see if that would reduce swelling and hopefully reverse some of the symptoms. Unfortunately, she got worse instead of better (the disk was no doubt ruptured), so we decided to euthanize her. Ted and I were both there to give her lots of love -- and cat treats, of course. She died as she lived -- loving lots of affection and delicious treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all very sad, of course, but in some ways it was easier than when Jack died last March. His illness (a tumor on his lower spine) progressed somewhat slower, so we had several weeks before the inevitable for him. In some ways, it was such a shock with Dixie, but it was certainly not the worst way for her to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Gjft_l6EI/AAAAAAAAARc/-XY0R6HUTyg/s1600-h/Dixie+with+stuffed+animals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Gjft_l6EI/AAAAAAAAARc/-XY0R6HUTyg/s200/Dixie+with+stuffed+animals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170593612515633218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Truth be told, true to her breed, she was such a roamer and had run off, following nothing but her nose, so many times over the years that it was a miracle she was never hit by a car. Dixie's life was saved over a dozen times, no doubt, by the kindness of strangers who would find her rambling right down the middle of a busy road. Once, when we were visiting New Orleans around Christmas and she was staying with friends, she left their yard (gate left open by a child) and roamed for over 6 hours in below zero temperatures. A kindly trucker found her sleeping on a steaming manhole cover in the middle of a would-be-busy industrial intersection! She probably thought she'd died and gone to heaven, sine this trucker was a dog-lover and even had treats in his cab for her. Not a bad way to spend the next 6 or 8 hours, eating treats and lying in the cab with him before he finally got in touch with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Gmi9_l6JI/AAAAAAAAASE/ycbGWsixXoo/s1600-h/Dixie+and+the+turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Gmi9_l6JI/AAAAAAAAASE/ycbGWsixXoo/s320/Dixie+and+the+turkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170596966885091474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's interesting that we lost both Jack and Dixie within less than a year, just like some old married folks. Jack was 10 1/2 and Dixie was 12 1/2. They were both with us for over 10 years. Dixie had been a research dog before living with us, and she definitely seemed to make the most of the life of leisure she enjoyed after her service to veterinary science. The house is definitely different around here now, and it does feel like the end of an ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are a few more photos of Dixie at work and play: doing the "pre-wash", licking baby Ben's face, being extremely patient with the kids, reaching ever-so-hopefully for the Thanksgiving turkey, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of "Subject D"  1995-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8GiJ9_l6BI/AAAAAAAAARE/FCdibWFJ5aU/s1600-h/Dixie+licking+baby+Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8GiJ9_l6BI/AAAAAAAAARE/FCdibWFJ5aU/s200/Dixie+licking+baby+Ben.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170592139341850642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8GhYt_l57I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vWEqdZBXWE8/s1600-h/Dixie+with+Ellie+and+Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8GhYt_l57I/AAAAAAAAAQU/vWEqdZBXWE8/s200/Dixie+with+Ellie+and+Max.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170591293233293234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8GjM9_l6DI/AAAAAAAAARU/1B47mThSPac/s1600-h/Dixie+and+the+turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Glx9_l6HI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z_L4jm80XTI/s1600-h/Dixie+in+a+hardhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Glx9_l6HI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Z_L4jm80XTI/s200/Dixie+in+a+hardhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170596125071501426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8GmG9_l6II/AAAAAAAAAR8/UWDeGKg_dpI/s1600-h/Dixie+in+the+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8GmG9_l6II/AAAAAAAAAR8/UWDeGKg_dpI/s200/Dixie+in+the+snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170596485848754306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Goat_l6LI/AAAAAAAAASU/vML2aqbpMZA/s1600-h/Dixie+doing+the+prewash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Goat_l6LI/AAAAAAAAASU/vML2aqbpMZA/s320/Dixie+doing+the+prewash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170599024174426290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-4092329489120650464?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4092329489120650464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=4092329489120650464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/4092329489120650464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/4092329489120650464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R8Gmqd_l6KI/AAAAAAAAASM/-88hawd8lBs/s72-c/Dixie+with+landing+gear+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-1377227393289742337</id><published>2008-01-23T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:04:41.729-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homebrew'/><title type='text'>Homebrew Ted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5ff1XhYbzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QSGzA3sI9Mw/s1600-h/Homebrewing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5ff1XhYbzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QSGzA3sI9Mw/s320/Homebrewing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158838006116282162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for those of you unfortunate enough not to have sampled some of Ted's yummy homebrew beers, you've missed out.  He's become quite the homebrew hobbyist, having made his 21st batch last week.  Some varieties include a Nut Brown Ale, Pumpkin Ale, Stockport Style Bitter, "Phat Tyre" Amber Ale, Laughing Heart IPA, Dusty Mud Irish Stout, Spruce Beer, Ted's Spit Stout (last week), and the 'house' beer, Palace Bitter.  All are under the Fat Beagle Brewery 'label'. ;-)    Almost every brew has been delicious, with just one or two not quite up to snuff (which I think is pretty awesome, considering).  Ted could tell you much more about it, of course, since I'm just here to drink the beer and share the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5fifHhYb1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Afmx1wnQVAE/s1600-h/Ted%27s+new+brew+setup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5fifHhYb1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/Afmx1wnQVAE/s320/Ted%27s+new+brew+setup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158840922399076178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic from this summer -- note G.G.'s crocheted bedspread (which is usually on the guest bed!) helping something-or-other with a constant temperature.  (I told you I'm ignorant of it all!)  Ted has since streamlined his process, though I can't exactly explain how he's done that, except to say it involves something we got for him for Christmas called a "beer gun" as one system improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5fjt3hYb3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/u0-B3Sf7HmA/s1600-h/Ellie+helping+with+beer+labels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5fjt3hYb3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/u0-B3Sf7HmA/s200/Ellie+helping+with+beer+labels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158842275313774450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottling and labeling parts can be a family affair.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5fxh3hYb6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/lsyRsY7ncbQ/s1600-h/Ben+helping+bottle+beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5fxh3hYb6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/lsyRsY7ncbQ/s200/Ben+helping+bottle+beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158857462318133154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... but not the drinking part -- REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5fkI3hYb4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/sNz4LDJI4QY/s1600-h/Wacky+Haland+Homebrewers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5fkI3hYb4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/sNz4LDJI4QY/s320/Wacky+Haland+Homebrewers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158842739170242434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-1377227393289742337?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1377227393289742337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=1377227393289742337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1377227393289742337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1377227393289742337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/11/homebrew-ted.html' title='Homebrew Ted'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5ff1XhYbzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/QSGzA3sI9Mw/s72-c/Homebrewing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-1025602469358345924</id><published>2008-01-23T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:20:11.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!  Remember us??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi everyone, remember us??  So sorry it's been such a ridiculously long time since I've posted anything here on our blog.  I've vowed to turn over a new leaf and post much more regularly, again.  We've had a great fall and winter here in Afton, with WINTER being the operative word lately.  It's cold, cold, cold (as in below zero, not counting windchills), but it's expected to get downright balmy, at least comparatively and for a short time, this weekend.  Woohoo!  No frozen nose hairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are a few pictures from December, and I promise more will be coming very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5ekyXhYbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YN95UtvncxQ/s1600-h/Action+shot+of+Max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5ekyXhYbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YN95UtvncxQ/s320/Action+shot+of+Max.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158773083390635746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's Max getting down and funky the day we put up our Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5eky3hYbvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hs6VlHX-H1Q/s1600-h/Ellie+%26+Ben+trimming+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5eky3hYbvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/hs6VlHX-H1Q/s320/Ellie+%26+Ben+trimming+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158773091980570354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ellie and Ben "helped" each other decorate the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5ejhHhYbrI/AAAAAAAAANk/FPRubeo5irc/s1600-h/Noelle+%26++Ted+at+Piestewa+Peak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5ejhHhYbrI/AAAAAAAAANk/FPRubeo5irc/s320/Noelle+%26++Ted+at+Piestewa+Peak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158771687526264498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ted and I had a great weekend in Scottsdale, Arizona, in early December.  Michele stayed with the kids, and I went with Ted to a work conference.  Well, actually, he worked some of the time and I played.  Here we are halfway up Piestewa Peak, a lovely little mountain right there in town.  Ted made it all the way to the peak, but I managed only about 4/5 the way up, thanks to forgetting my darned inhaler and developing some tendonitis partway up (having nothing to do with asthma and everything to do with my lack of coordination).   I guess I'm not quite used to jaunting up and down craggy mountain trails, eh?  ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-1025602469358345924?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1025602469358345924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=1025602469358345924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1025602469358345924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1025602469358345924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-remember-us.html' title='Hello!  Remember us??'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/R5ekyXhYbuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/YN95UtvncxQ/s72-c/Action+shot+of+Max.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-4787185302637912204</id><published>2007-09-22T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:58:38.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prairie'/><title type='text'>Spiderman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RvU7V_IzSmI/AAAAAAAAANM/K1OAc0oHCaU/s1600-h/Spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RvU7V_IzSmI/AAAAAAAAANM/K1OAc0oHCaU/s400/Spider.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113058200860707426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RvU7h_IzSnI/AAAAAAAAANU/MsjKJAgAthA/s1600-h/Spider+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RvU7h_IzSnI/AAAAAAAAANU/MsjKJAgAthA/s400/Spider+web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113058407019137650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...or woman, I suppose.  Either way, here's a cool photo of a black and yellow spider (&lt;i&gt;Argiope aurantia) &lt;/i&gt;I took in our front prairie a couple weeks ago. That morning, I looked out the bedroom window to see huge spider webs covered in dew all over the prairie. I'm not a good enough photographer to be able to capture those images well, but this one was pretty cool, I thought. This spider's body was probably a little bigger than a quarter -- a bit too big for my comfort, but they must have some important job in the prairie or they wouldn't be there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RvU6_fIzSlI/AAAAAAAAANE/NL-9deZckBA/s1600-h/Spider+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-4787185302637912204?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4787185302637912204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=4787185302637912204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/4787185302637912204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/4787185302637912204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/09/spiderman.html' title='Spiderman...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RvU7V_IzSmI/AAAAAAAAANM/K1OAc0oHCaU/s72-c/Spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-517606111701871053</id><published>2007-09-14T13:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:17:26.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Minnesota Get-Together</title><content type='html'>We had another fun day at the State Fair a couple of weeks ago.  It was a long one, from 10:30am to past 9pm.  That's plenty of walking and eating and walking and seeing animals and walking and visiting the 4H building and walking and eating.  Here are some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurVV_OGyFI/AAAAAAAAALY/Au-jtv4WB6k/s1600-h/SF+Max+at+milk+booth+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurVV_OGyFI/AAAAAAAAALY/Au-jtv4WB6k/s320/SF+Max+at+milk+booth+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110131300929816658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Max at the all-you-can-drink milk bar -- the pipes overhead carry cold milk (regular or chocolate) straight down like a tap at a bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurVWfOGyGI/AAAAAAAAALg/XGiJU3Owlvk/s1600-h/SF+Ellie+and+chocolate+milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurVWfOGyGI/AAAAAAAAALg/XGiJU3Owlvk/s320/SF+Ellie+and+chocolate+milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110131309519751266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmm -- chocolate milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurXufOGyII/AAAAAAAAALw/MM9MBNZLOHM/s1600-h/SF+Ben+on+Sky+Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurXufOGyII/AAAAAAAAALw/MM9MBNZLOHM/s320/SF+Ben+on+Sky+Ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110133920859867266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben on the Sky Ride with Ted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurXuvOGyJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vzFzHzllNO8/s1600-h/SF+Noelle+on+Sky+Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurXuvOGyJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vzFzHzllNO8/s320/SF+Noelle+on+Sky+Ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110133925154834578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Noelle on the Sky Ride in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurchfOGyKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/H_9G24DLHsg/s1600-h/SF+River+Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurchfOGyKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/H_9G24DLHsg/s320/SF+River+Ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110139195079706786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An action shot of Ellie, Max and Noelle on the River Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-517606111701871053?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/517606111701871053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=517606111701871053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/517606111701871053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/517606111701871053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-minnesota-get-together.html' title='The Great Minnesota Get-Together'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RurVV_OGyFI/AAAAAAAAALY/Au-jtv4WB6k/s72-c/SF+Max+at+milk+booth+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-1848639622090857761</id><published>2007-09-13T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:03:14.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuloUfOGyBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EBZ06nC4C0A/s1600-h/Chickens+outside+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuloUfOGyBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EBZ06nC4C0A/s320/Chickens+outside+again.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109729953415874578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received and installed the electrified poultry netting over the weekend, and now the birds are finally back outside.  Yay!  It's not exactly "free-range" anymore, but their new range is big enough to at least let them have some freedom to roam, scratch and do other chicken-y things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RulsYvOGyDI/AAAAAAAAALE/DxHcWhrLV-I/s1600-h/Chickens+by+electric+fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RulsYvOGyDI/AAAAAAAAALE/DxHcWhrLV-I/s320/Chickens+by+electric+fence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109734424476829746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fun side effect of the chickens' relative captivity is that the goats can now share space with the birds.  Birds hang out in the goat yard and goats can wander and browse through the chicken "paddock".  It took a few zaps for the goats to learn to respect the fence (what the kids attest feels like a "playground shock"), but now Moose and Lily happily co-mingle with the poultry gang.  Of course, Moose promptly scooted through the chicken door in the coop and started munching on chicken feed, so now we have to make sure that's closed before any mingling can occur. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-1848639622090857761?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1848639622090857761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=1848639622090857761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1848639622090857761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1848639622090857761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-outside.html' title='Back outside!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuloUfOGyBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/EBZ06nC4C0A/s72-c/Chickens+outside+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-9220794359876484009</id><published>2007-09-10T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T08:56:37.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's a kindergartner now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuXe_87pXXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XhHhzBq_buo/s1600-h/Ben+with+sun+in+his+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuXe_87pXXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XhHhzBq_buo/s320/Ben+with+sun+in+his+eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108734542591122802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben started kindergarten this week! His teacher is Mrs. Moen, and the class is with both kindergartners and first graders. He seems to love things so far, with his usual favorites of the morning being recess and snack. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuXfXM7pXYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zVgP2GCKMSs/s1600-h/Ben+in+his+class+on+first+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuXfXM7pXYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zVgP2GCKMSs/s320/Ben+in+his+class+on+first+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108734942023081346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben "signing in" in his classroom on the first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuXfXs7pXZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Hqz9RoiEc5Y/s1600-h/Kids+in+front+of+peace+pole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuXfXs7pXZI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Hqz9RoiEc5Y/s320/Kids+in+front+of+peace+pole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108734950613015954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here is Ben with Ellie and Max in front of the peace pole at their school.&lt;br /&gt;This was day 2 for Max and Ellie.  That little girl on the left doesn't look too happy about starting kindergarten, does she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-9220794359876484009?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/9220794359876484009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=9220794359876484009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/9220794359876484009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/9220794359876484009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/09/bens-kindergartner-now.html' title='Ben&apos;s a kindergartner now!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RuXe_87pXXI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XhHhzBq_buo/s72-c/Ben+with+sun+in+his+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-5626572627632410377</id><published>2007-08-30T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T08:46:21.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Joe's a-crowin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RtbHLM7pXOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6h0j2rMQJvQ/s1600-h/Chicken+Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RtbHLM7pXOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6h0j2rMQJvQ/s400/Chicken+Joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104486222934924514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6am this morning, we wondered what in the world was that strange, low, sort of gargling noise outside.  Wild turkeys?  A crow?  The young cows down the street?  No, it was our very own Chicken Joe, finally really going for a bonafide crow from inside the coop.  I realized it was the same pattern I had heard coming from the coop last week (in the middle of the day), only today he was repeating himself several times.   True, he sounded a bit strangled and like he didn't quite know what he was doing (he is a chicken teenager, after all, about 4 1/2 months old), but he's finally found his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, we heard another rooster from a neighbor (don't know who has chickens by us!), and that one was the traditional high-pitched number.  Chicken Joe's not the most macho of cockerels so far (for which we are grateful!), and I really hope his crow stays this nice, low, soft version.  Unlikely, I know, but a girl can dream.  Continuing to crow after 6am would be nice, too, but again, unlikely.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-5626572627632410377?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5626572627632410377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=5626572627632410377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5626572627632410377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5626572627632410377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/08/chicken-joes-crowin.html' title='Chicken Joe&apos;s a-crowin&apos;'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RtbHLM7pXOI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6h0j2rMQJvQ/s72-c/Chicken+Joe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-6519874705024836479</id><published>2007-08-27T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:44:29.499-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Sad week around here</title><content type='html'>Well, we have some sad news to report from Fat Beagle Farm.  On Tuesday, we lost over half of our chickens. :-(  When we went out near dusk to close in the chickens for the night, there were only 7 of the 15 chickens hanging out on their roosts. We beat the bushes and looked and looked, and all we found were 4 or 5 different piles of feathers at various places all over the back forty. We had just talked to our neighbor, who told us she saw a dog (that looked "like a wolf", whatever that means) hanging around our pens a bit earlier in the day. We figure this dog (or possibly more than one?) got as many chickens as it could catch or carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RtW-QM7pXNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5ltLeDcnaIw/s1600-h/Chicken+survivors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RtW-QM7pXNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5ltLeDcnaIw/s400/Chicken+survivors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104194938252909778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe over half the flock could be gone just like that (the survivors are in the picture at right), but after consulting other chicken folks online, it seems that neighboring and/or stray dogs are one of the biggest threats to a free-ranging flock, especially during the day. Many people also said finding just feathers (and no other parts) sounds right for dogs, especially a big, hungry dog. Who knows what dog did the crimes -- people around here let their dogs roam unfenced and unleashed as a matter of course. I doubt we'll ever find who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might expect, we were all extremely sad. This remaining flock seemed rather stunned that first evening, but now they're just itching to get back outside. We let them out for a few hours one afternoon, but only because one of them escaped out the front door and we didn't want her by herself. Too bad for them, but since then, they've been in their coop. We've ordered some electrified poultry netting so we can at least set up a small area where they can at least be outside. Fully fencing a good area for them to roam is too big and expensive a project for us this season. It really bums us out since they really enjoyed free-ranging so much, but for now, the risk feels too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I don't think Ellie would stand for them out there without protection, at least for a while. We have spent time talking about how at least the hens led a great free life before the dog came, which is more than you can say for chickens at Tyson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-6519874705024836479?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6519874705024836479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=6519874705024836479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/6519874705024836479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/6519874705024836479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/08/sad-week-around-here.html' title='Sad week around here'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RtW-QM7pXNI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5ltLeDcnaIw/s72-c/Chicken+survivors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-6361903971933043552</id><published>2007-08-17T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:23:55.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few recent pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXIFc7pXEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X0UxompdPMA/s1600-h/Ellie+in+the+barnyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXIFc7pXEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X0UxompdPMA/s400/Ellie+in+the+barnyard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099702149058223170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So serious.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXK8M7pXJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RIGp29E0rkE/s1600-h/Ellie+and+the+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXK8M7pXJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RIGp29E0rkE/s320/Ellie+and+the+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099705288679316626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXLJc7pXKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bZi-vLz8fsI/s1600-h/Ellie+being+bowled+over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXLJc7pXKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bZi-vLz8fsI/s320/Ellie+being+bowled+over.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099705516312583330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ....but now they're all having some fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXKjc7pXII/AAAAAAAAAGk/59u12s3Lw-s/s1600-h/Ellie+and+the+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXKMs7pXHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2sbbfKSiqV0/s1600-h/Ellie+being+bowled+over.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-6361903971933043552?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/6361903971933043552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=6361903971933043552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/6361903971933043552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/6361903971933043552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/08/few-recent-pictures.html' title='A few recent pictures...'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RsXIFc7pXEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X0UxompdPMA/s72-c/Ellie+in+the+barnyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-8921018290477494686</id><published>2007-08-13T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:17:34.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends at the 'farm'</title><content type='html'>Recently we had a fun day and evening (and even a sleepover for some) with good friends at the homestead-lite. Four families were represented, with 13 children in attendance (not counting the soon-to-be-born baby boy in Megan's belly!) Here are a few cute photos from that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umQDdqRjXJo/RsCpsyhKdQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Et2aWiSUYV8/s1600-h/Max+and+Soleil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umQDdqRjXJo/RsCpsyhKdQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Et2aWiSUYV8/s400/Max+and+Soleil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098261365123609858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max just loves babies! Here he is with 1-month-old Soleil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umQDdqRjXJo/RsCptShKdRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KGIWiakKOD0/s1600-h/Costumed+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umQDdqRjXJo/RsCptShKdRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KGIWiakKOD0/s400/Costumed+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098261373713544466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Costumed fun was had by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;From left to right, Jossy, Keian, Solveig, Peri, Ellie and Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umQDdqRjXJo/RsCptihKdSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H2jtVQgcUvw/s1600-h/Eva,+Solveig,+Soleil+and+Ellie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umQDdqRjXJo/RsCptihKdSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/H2jtVQgcUvw/s400/Eva,+Solveig,+Soleil+and+Ellie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098261378008511778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three families represented by some of their girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;From left to right, Eva, Solveig holding Soleil, and Ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-8921018290477494686?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8921018290477494686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=8921018290477494686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/8921018290477494686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/8921018290477494686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/08/friends-at-farm.html' title='Friends at the &apos;farm&apos;'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umQDdqRjXJo/RsCpsyhKdQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Et2aWiSUYV8/s72-c/Max+and+Soleil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-9122310915036183243</id><published>2007-08-01T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:12:00.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge collapse in Minneapolis -- We're fine</title><content type='html'>Just a quick note to say we're all fine and were nowhere near the bridge collapse tonight in Minneapolis. I'm still trying to get in touch with friends, but the cell phone networks are overwhelmed right now, so I'm hoping all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care!&lt;br /&gt;Noelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-9122310915036183243?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/9122310915036183243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=9122310915036183243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/9122310915036183243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/9122310915036183243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/08/bridge-collapse-in-minneapolis-were.html' title='Bridge collapse in Minneapolis -- We&apos;re fine'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-4596778348049255242</id><published>2007-07-22T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T10:39:24.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halands love Harry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN2zJ7j28I/AAAAAAAAAFs/E3pOV7mplDQ/s1600-h/Harry+Mania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN2zJ7j28I/AAAAAAAAAFs/E3pOV7mplDQ/s400/Harry+Mania.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090042625069931458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell what Max and Ted have been doing for the last couple of days???  Actually, the kids and I went swimming with friends yesterday and Ted worked in the ER, so both of them had to take their noses out of the books and neither could finish the final "Harry Potter" just yet, though through no lack of trying.  (What fast readers and what a great book, apparently! I'll get my chance later, after I'm done re-reading #6.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN5KJ7j2-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/t4xunw8bSKk/s1600-h/Max+and+Harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN5KJ7j2-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/t4xunw8bSKk/s400/Max+and+Harry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090045219230178274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted took all three kids to a Harry Potter book release party at the Jackson Street Roundhouse (a great train spot in St. Paul)  Friday night.  The party started at 9 3/4, and they did fun stuff like ride the Hogwarts Express (not too "express" as it went about 3 miles per hour), get sorted into houses (Gryffindor for Ben and Ellie, and Ravenclaw for Max), and eat chocolate frogs &amp; Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans, until midnight, when the load of books came steaming in on a freight car into the roundhouse.  Fun was had by all, I hear. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN5FJ7j29I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZYCeVeYtZTQ/s1600-h/Ted+and+Harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN5FJ7j29I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZYCeVeYtZTQ/s400/Ted+and+Harry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090045133330832338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-4596778348049255242?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/4596778348049255242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=4596778348049255242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/4596778348049255242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/4596778348049255242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/halands-love-harry.html' title='The Halands love Harry!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN2zJ7j28I/AAAAAAAAAFs/E3pOV7mplDQ/s72-c/Harry+Mania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-812644615223566820</id><published>2007-07-22T10:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T10:22:38.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jailbreak!</title><content type='html'>Someone forgot to fully latch the barnyard gate a couple nights ago, and Moose and Lily promptly raced straight to the house.  I'm sure they wonder why that other very strange brown, black and white goat (Dixie) gets to go in the house and they don't.  ;-)  Here they are at the front door, demanding their evening bottle of water.  (Too bad for them, since they are now weaned from those and they get to drink water from a bucket just like other barnyard animals.)  I had to nudge the escapees out of the way with the screen door just to get outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN0g57j26I/AAAAAAAAAFc/zLPp8FFkAw4/s1600-h/Escapees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN0g57j26I/AAAAAAAAAFc/zLPp8FFkAw4/s400/Escapees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090040112514063266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ben trying to wrangle Lily to get her back towards their yard, but she was having none of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN1jp7j27I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZRxULqnQOGY/s1600-h/Jailbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN1jp7j27I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZRxULqnQOGY/s400/Jailbreak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090041259270331314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-812644615223566820?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/812644615223566820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=812644615223566820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/812644615223566820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/812644615223566820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/jailbreak.html' title='Jailbreak!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqN0g57j26I/AAAAAAAAAFc/zLPp8FFkAw4/s72-c/Escapees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-5253796193609093687</id><published>2007-07-20T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:22:21.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Shore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Fun on Lake Superior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KLWUo7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OBhwRc_h46s/s1600-h/Beach+at+Knife+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KLWUo7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OBhwRc_h46s/s400/Beach+at+Knife+River.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089342631680713650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures during our camping trip up north in mid-June. This day was absolutely perfect, and we enjoyed a picnic lunch where the Knife River meets Lake Superior, on the North Shore.  We stopped for some delicious smoked fish, beef sticks, and beef jerky on the way, and then we spent a long time enjoying the sunny day and cool breezes. We did loads of agate-hunting, finding pocketfuls of mostly tiny jewel-like agates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6V7WUpAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZZHw7yNlqIM/s1600-h/Max+at+Lake+Superior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6V7WUpAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZZHw7yNlqIM/s400/Max+at+Lake+Superior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089342833544176642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the towel in Max's hands fool you -- the water was ice cold, so we certainly didn't swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KbWUo8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/azQqlL-FSEo/s1600-h/Noelle+at+Lake+Superior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KbWUo8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/azQqlL-FSEo/s400/Noelle+at+Lake+Superior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089342635975680962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellie and Ben worked diligently to create their Beach People:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KrWUo-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/klqUkVO5Bj4/s1600-h/Ben+with+Beach+People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KrWUo-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/klqUkVO5Bj4/s400/Ben+with+Beach+People.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089342640270648290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KrWUo_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3Kk9IL2V4UU/s1600-h/Ellie+with+Beach+People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KrWUo_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/3Kk9IL2V4UU/s400/Ellie+with+Beach+People.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089342640270648306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Ellie weren't quite as into the smoked fish we got from Russ Kendall's Smokehouse nearby, but Ted, Noelle and Max LOVED it, as evidenced below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KbWUo9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/qamcojCIbBk/s1600-h/Smoked+Fish+Goodness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KbWUo9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/qamcojCIbBk/s400/Smoked+Fish+Goodness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089342635975680978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-5253796193609093687?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5253796193609093687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=5253796193609093687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5253796193609093687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5253796193609093687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-on-lake-superior.html' title='Fun on Lake Superior'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqD6KLWUo7I/AAAAAAAAAEs/OBhwRc_h46s/s72-c/Beach+at+Knife+River.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-5364025487934170437</id><published>2007-07-20T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T13:23:20.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH:  Noelle Finally Allows Sparklers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqDyOLWUo5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/IKoHFC-RGlA/s1600-h/Halands+on+4th+of+July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqDyOLWUo5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/IKoHFC-RGlA/s400/Halands+on+4th+of+July.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089333904307168146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After years of Noelle prohibiting kids' sparkler use, the Haland kids finally got to enjoy the fun of 1500 degree heat and burning bits of paper on the 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'll come clean and admit that this is the second year in a row I've caved and allowed sparklers but only the first with photographic evidence. Notice the looks of intense concentration -- the kids had suffered my repeated lecturing about sparkler safety, which was probably more than Ellie and Max needed but was for Ben's benefit.  We have no picture of Ben with the burning fun (not sure what happened to them, since I did take some), but he did pretty well in not burning himself or others.  We did have to move quickly once when he started running towards somebody else in his excitement, arm and sparkler outstretched, but all was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long ones you see in the first picture had tons of colored paper that burned on the end, then they would sparkle and pop, then appear to die down, only to re-ignite and sparkle and pop again.  Ellie and I were both rather surprised by that before we figured it out.  Exciting, but probably not the safest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I especially enjoy two things in the picture below:  (1) Ellie's expression, and (2) her socks with her red, white and blue flip-flops.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqDz1bWUo6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hmA3sWKgLcU/s1600-h/Sparkler+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqDz1bWUo6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/hmA3sWKgLcU/s400/Sparkler+fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089335678128661410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-5364025487934170437?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5364025487934170437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=5364025487934170437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5364025487934170437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5364025487934170437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/news-flash-noelle-finally-allows.html' title='NEWS FLASH:  Noelle Finally Allows Sparklers!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RqDyOLWUo5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/IKoHFC-RGlA/s72-c/Halands+on+4th+of+July.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-3598014629433075541</id><published>2007-07-06T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:17:42.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>More fun with the goats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5Vqi1kEyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1PPuhrJOHtk/s1600-h/Checking+out+Ellie%27s+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5Vqi1kEyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1PPuhrJOHtk/s400/Checking+out+Ellie%27s+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084095218742203170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, the goats are intrigued by Ellie's 4th of July flip-flops.  You can really see how little these goats are.  They're both still young (Moose is 2 1/2 months old and Lily is 3 1/2 months), but they are a miniature dairy breed called Nigerian Dwarves.  They will only get maybe twice their current size.  We chose them because of their small size -- I never realized how gigantic full-size goat breeds were until I met some up close!!  Nigerian Dwarves also have proven to be good milkers, and I'm looking forward to the day when we can milk Lily.  She'll have to be bred and give birth before of course, which may happen next spring or may be even another year from then, depending on how big she is come late fall.  (You don't want to breed a young goat too early or she may have troubles giving birth.  By the way, Moose will not be the daddy goat since he is now a castrated fella.  We'll probably take Lily to breed with one of our breeders' bucks when it's time.)  I'm eager to try my hand at making goat cheese and other goat milk goodies, but that's still way in the future.  For now, we're enjoying how baby-like these two little ones still are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5VqS1kEwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zg--R69KVgQ/s1600-h/Lily+wants+more+grain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5VqS1kEwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zg--R69KVgQ/s400/Lily+wants+more+grain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084095214447235842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily really loves grain-feeding time!  In fact, at dinnertime, she climbs all over and even tries to get inside the grain bins. I went out this morning, and there were goat berries (a.k.a. poop) all over one of the grain bins and on the ledge next to it, implying *someone* had probably *slept* there at some point last night.  Today, those bins are being put into the barn room where the goats can't get to them, and so we won't have to fend off their &lt;ahem&gt; eagerness at mealtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5Vqi1kExI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DOc7Znf028g/s1600-h/Moose+on+a+spool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5Vqi1kExI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DOc7Znf028g/s400/Moose+on+a+spool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084095218742203154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moose and Lily both love playing on these old cable spools we got from someone on Freecycle.org. We had to nail plywood over the holes in the spools so their small hooves wouldn't fall through.  We also have an old galvanized metal watering trough (which used to house baby chicks before their coop was complete) turned upside down for them to play on next to the spools. Goats love to climb and crave variety and fun, and we aim to please. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ahem&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5c-S1kE0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/rs2l-EC-vC8/s1600-h/Closeup+of+Lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5c-S1kE0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/rs2l-EC-vC8/s400/Closeup+of+Lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084103254626014018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ahem&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell we think these guys are awesome??  ;-)&lt;/ahem&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-3598014629433075541?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/3598014629433075541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=3598014629433075541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/3598014629433075541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/3598014629433075541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-fun-with-goats.html' title='More fun with the goats!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Ro5Vqi1kEyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/1PPuhrJOHtk/s72-c/Checking+out+Ellie%27s+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-7018357531362788792</id><published>2007-07-04T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:09:26.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More pics of the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Click on any of the photos in the blog to see them a bit larger.   :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovFgi1kEvI/AAAAAAAAADs/4PM-deB4dNs/s1600-h/Max+and+Dixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovFgi1kEvI/AAAAAAAAADs/4PM-deB4dNs/s400/Max+and+Dixie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083373767315690226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max and Dixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovE1i1kEsI/AAAAAAAAADU/v5yAWucOIH0/s1600-h/Ben+the+goofball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovE1i1kEsI/AAAAAAAAADU/v5yAWucOIH0/s400/Ben+the+goofball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083373028581315266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben the goofball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovE1i1kEtI/AAAAAAAAADc/HqLdn2rcftc/s1600-h/Ellie,+July+3,+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovE1i1kEtI/AAAAAAAAADc/HqLdn2rcftc/s400/Ellie,+July+3,+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083373028581315282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellie, taken yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovE1y1kEuI/AAAAAAAAADk/CIL-q9CWXRE/s1600-h/Max+and+Ellie+playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovE1y1kEuI/AAAAAAAAADk/CIL-q9CWXRE/s400/Max+and+Ellie+playing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083373032876282594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max and Ellie in action (a few weeks ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-7018357531362788792?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/7018357531362788792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=7018357531362788792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/7018357531362788792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/7018357531362788792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-pics-of-kids.html' title='More pics of the kids'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovFgi1kEvI/AAAAAAAAADs/4PM-deB4dNs/s72-c/Max+and+Dixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-5559937313281942145</id><published>2007-07-04T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:56:37.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's DIY Haircut</title><content type='html'>It was bound to happen, at one time or another, with one child or another.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE (two weeks ago on our camping trip):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovCky1kEnI/AAAAAAAAACs/syvUQah1rY4/s1600-h/CrackerJack+on+Willard+Munger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovCky1kEnI/AAAAAAAAACs/syvUQah1rY4/s400/CrackerJack+on+Willard+Munger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083370541795250802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER (day before yesterday):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovCVy1kEmI/AAAAAAAAACk/DaR2tC3RLJ4/s1600-h/Ben+feeding+Moose+a+bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovCVy1kEmI/AAAAAAAAACk/DaR2tC3RLJ4/s400/Ben+feeding+Moose+a+bottle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083370284097213026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also gave his stuffed horse a haircut at the same time, but, alas, I have no photo of that. Oh, to be five again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-5559937313281942145?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/5559937313281942145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=5559937313281942145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5559937313281942145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/5559937313281942145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/bens-diy-haircut.html' title='Ben&apos;s DIY Haircut'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovCky1kEnI/AAAAAAAAACs/syvUQah1rY4/s72-c/CrackerJack+on+Willard+Munger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-8351796845606489572</id><published>2007-07-03T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:59:40.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with chickens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovD3S1kEqI/AAAAAAAAADE/k6y3P0RJWq0/s1600-h/First+day+in+the+new+coop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovD3S1kEqI/AAAAAAAAADE/k6y3P0RJWq0/s400/First+day+in+the+new+coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083371959134458530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chickens have turned out to be a lot of fun. Who knew? They're about 10 weeks old and they basically look like miniature chickens still and no longer little puff balls. We have 15 of them, and all but one are female. It turned out one is a cockerel (young rooster), whom we'd named Chicken Joe. So far he's nice and not aggressive, so we hope he stays that way. They were all supposed to be female, but we just figure we're lucky if only one is a rooster, considering how tricky sexing one-day-old chicks is. We intend to eat their eggs and not them. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds actually have real personality, something I had never really expected. Here's a picture of their first day in the new coop, Ted's masterpiece. We had two old, "charming" (read: delapidated) chicken coops where Ted's family housed their chickens back in the day, but both buildings are so old and ramshackle from years of neglect that we figured it would be easier just to build from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the royal "we" of course since I was only a lackey, Home Depot fetcher, and now-and-again assistant. This was Ted's project and he worked long and hard on it. Every available free hour was spent on the thing for probably three months. Of course, it took more time and money than we anticipated, but the result is quite awesome, we think. It's got mesh in the floor and on the windows to keep out critters, as well as insulated walls. It also has perhaps the nicest windows of any chook house -- we used new Anderson double-paned windows from Michele's kitchen remodel 8 or 9 years ago that were unused because of a sizing mistake. They'd been sitting in the back chicken coop since then, gathering dust, so Ted built his plan around them. Now the birds have plenty of light and cross-breezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted also built a great roost for them to sleep at night. It's three levels of 2x4s, but all fifteen of them jockey for position every night on the top roost. It will be interesting to see how they manage and who gets booted to the lower levels once they're full-grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovDri1kEoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BonzlCc4KgQ/s1600-h/Ted+in+the+new+chicken+coop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovDri1kEoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/BonzlCc4KgQ/s400/Ted+in+the+new+chicken+coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083371757270995586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovDri1kEpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UiQEj2LCFRc/s1600-h/The+new+chicken+coop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovDri1kEpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UiQEj2LCFRc/s400/The+new+chicken+coop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083371757270995602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so impressed by Ted's carpentry abilities.  He really is a jack-of-all-trades!  I've taken to calling him Dr. MacGyver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-8351796845606489572?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/8351796845606489572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=8351796845606489572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/8351796845606489572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/8351796845606489572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-with-chickens.html' title='Fun with chickens'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/RovD3S1kEqI/AAAAAAAAADE/k6y3P0RJWq0/s72-c/First+day+in+the+new+coop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-1659095504182063183</id><published>2007-07-03T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:49:12.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer at Fat Beagle Farm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Rop9tC1kEZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pLWpCffCQ0Q/s1600-h/Closeup+of+Moose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Rop9tC1kEZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pLWpCffCQ0Q/s200/Closeup+of+Moose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083013342250144146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Rop9tC1kEaI/AAAAAAAAABE/XaZ9dhAJZPQ/s1600-h/Lily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Rop9tC1kEaI/AAAAAAAAABE/XaZ9dhAJZPQ/s200/Lily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083013342250144162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I may be finally getting the hang of this blogging business, months after actually setting it up then promptly neglecting it. But not anymore! Forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is in full swing here at the homestead-lite!  The exciting news this week is that our goats are here!  We have two adorable goat kids, a girl named Lily and a boy named Moose. (Lily's the white one with tan patches, and Moose is brown, black and white.) They really are stinkin' cute, don't you think? We all just LOVE them. They seem to be settling in very nicely into their barnyard. They are very personable, really, and they wail like human babies as we walk away from their yard. They sound so pitiful, but luckily the wailing stops once we're out of view. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting chickens after all, and they're quite a bit of fun. They're thrilled to be free-ranging during the day now, though they still don't go terribly far from their coop. (More on Ted's made-from-scratch chicken palace in another post!)  Who knew that chickens would have such funny personalities?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-1659095504182063183?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1659095504182063183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=1659095504182063183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1659095504182063183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1659095504182063183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-at-fat-beagle-farm.html' title='Summer at Fat Beagle Farm!'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIvDH-2ei0k/Rop9tC1kEZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pLWpCffCQ0Q/s72-c/Closeup+of+Moose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2625658744791124440.post-1311468357283524413</id><published>2007-03-27T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:14:49.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring 2007'/><title type='text'>Spring on Fat Beagle Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well, we've been here in Afton for over 10 months - enough time to feel 'moved in' but for the remaining boxes on the porch and who-knows-how-many unpacked kitchen boxes in the basement.  We're headed into our first full year living "country life", after a fun summer getting settled, a gorgeous autumn, and a strange but fun winter here on the homestead-lite.  Now it really feels like HOME. The amazing springtime weather has done wonders for all five of us.  We had birds all winter at our feeders, but now we can HEAR them singing every day.  Real, bona fide green grass is starting to poke through, and yesterday I spied some bulbs coming up in the garden!  And don't forget the truest, time-honored sign of spring in Minnesota - MUD.  And dirt.  All over everything, all the time.  Ahhh, yes.  'Tis the season of Minnesota Mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our biggest project right now is readying the barnyard for baby goats.  The fencing is more than halfway done, and I've spent time tidying the barn stalls to get ready.  There's still PLENTY to do, but I feel like we're making a dent, especially compared to the barn's junk-holding status all winter.  Things are really starting to shape up, so that it really does appear those little caprines will indeed join us in June.  We've decided to start with two, one doeling (a young female) and one young wether (castrated male), with plans to breed the doe in the fall. We're getting Nigerian Dwarves, a miniature dairy breed that are ridiculously cute and easier to deal with than larger goats due to their small size. We'll keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided to wait until next season for chickens. We have two great, old coops, and by "great" I mean somewhat charming but throughly delapidated.  The work involved is too much for now.  We figure one new species (and the associated prep work in fencing and housing) is enough this spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a thunderstorm south of us, so Ted and I are off to try to get a bit more of that fence done in case we get slammed.  It's even fun, which shocks me more than anyone.  I'm no great shakes, but who knew this city girl could manage to wield a hammer properly and actually enjoy it??  Maybe there's a hidden farmwife in me yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2625658744791124440-1311468357283524413?l=fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/feeds/1311468357283524413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2625658744791124440&amp;postID=1311468357283524413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1311468357283524413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2625658744791124440/posts/default/1311468357283524413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatbeaglefarm.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-on-fat-beagle-farm.html' title='Spring on Fat Beagle Farm'/><author><name>Noelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
