Do You Hear That?

No, that! Not the dog barking at the door, the other thing. I haven’t heard it in so long I’m not sure I’m right but I think it is an empty house. Tonight I came home from work with a daughter out of town, and a husband at the movies with our son, leaving me at home, alone… I can’t remember the last time I was home alone in the evening. I don’t know what to do with myself. Just me and the dog for 2 whole hours? Wow!

OK, it’s too dark to do anything with the animals. I could wash that load of laundry or empty the dishwasher. I have toothpaste I need to mix up. (Once you get used to the homemade stuff, store bought just doesn’t cut it anymore, even in emergencies, and I have been meaning to do that for 2 weeks.) I could spend some quality time reading. Or I have several CDs I need to upload to the cloud. There is time to figure that out but I guess I should eat first.

I stopped on the way home and picked up Arby’s. I don’t eat there often but those roast beef sandwiches are a guilty pleasure of mine. No shake either, just the sandwiches and curly fries. Yes I got two. Don’t tell anyone but I got one for the dog to eat half. It was a treat for him too. He normally just has kibble and brewer’s yeast.  OK that’s out of the way. Now what to do…

Hey what’s that!? Is that the remote? Oooo It’s so shiny! I guess I could check to see what’s on. OK, 150 channels and nothing on television. Oh yeah! Netflix! No TV Shows. This is a rare occurrence not a long term commitment.  OK so let’s just scroll through the movies. Hey Romantic Comedies! Oh yeah I wanted to watch this one but no one else was interested. I guess I could watch it and multitask some other stuff.

 I love rom coms with English actors. This one is so good! Why have I never seen this before? Don’t do that! You know you like her! Why send her off to avoid facing the inevitable!? Ugh! OK That is better! Too bad it took someone pointing it out to you! (Uh oh… I just heard a car door. But I am so close to the end! He’s made the mad dash to the airport to catch her at the gate!) Stupid security guard! He’s not carrying a bomb, just his heart on his sleeve! Let him through already! Yay! "Hi Dear! How was the movie? Oh that’s nice. This is that movie no one else cared anything about. It’s actually pretty good." Ahhh! She’s about to board the plane and he’s going to miss her. How will she ever know how he feels about her? Oh that was so close! Ah man! It’s over already?

Wait, it’s over and I have gotten nothing done! But I was going to watch the movie and do other stuff at the same time! Oh well, I guess one more day with the store bought toothpaste will have to work for now. That was fun though. I wonder when I will get to do this again. Only more productive next time, of course. Hehehe.

Working Towards a Better Tomorrow

OK I admit it! I am one of those people that doesn’t really commit to a New Year Resolution but I always try to start the year off changing at least one thing. Committing to cleaning my house better has always been a big one for me. Fitness is another one that ranks up there but so many people do that one I feel it is kind of cliché. Getting organized has always been huge for me too. But I guess if I am “resolving” to work on these things every year I am not really making good progress.

Or am I? My house is quite evident that Martha Stewart does not live here, even my children know it. One of my most mortifying moments was when one of my son’s teachers from elementary school told me that one of her favorite student stories involved a sign that stated that Martha Stewart is not at my house. I laughed it off but I was so embarrassed. He was a child and did not realize what he had done. It’s always been a struggle I am sensitive to. But now I am older and look back on where I was and where I am now. I have made progress. (The dust bunnies can attest to it too. They haven’t started talking yet but they are using a rudimentary sign language.)

First off I learned to let go of what I expected myself to do. I am not superwomen, Martha Stewart or able to stop time so having a spotless house had to go. Working full time and being Mom can be overwhelming and allowing yourself to get sucked into the traditional June Cleaver image just isn’t realistic. So starting from where I am I will work towards making progress, at this point anything. (Does anyone know if there is a wildlife relocation program for dust bunnies?)

There are many great programs online for people like me. My favorite is the Fly Lady. She tells her followers to just jump in where they are and use 15 minutes at a time to make progress. She is right. But I am a perfectionist and I need results, I Dream of Jeanie style, but alas that won’t happen. So 15 minutes at a time is what I will work towards.

Alright 2016! I may get a jump start and begin working on these goals before the end of 2015. Who knows I may even be able to get those bunnies rehomed before the first of the year.  But the most important goal for this New Year is this… It doesn’t matter what your resolution is, you have to keep it realistic. If I start yoga in January I will not be 15 pounds lighter in February. I will feel better though. If I see progress I am more likely to stick to it and if I get distracted I will jump back in.  Good luck to you as you plan your own changes. If you aren’t, then you can still use this philosophy. Just keep it real. 

May the Force Be With You

When I was growing up we weren’t a movie going family. In fact, if I tried to I could probably count all the movies we saw in the cinema without taking off my shoes. We saw lots of movies as rentals but they were usually kid centric or something my parents specifically wanted to see. That being said, I was not a geek growing up, at least not in the current connotation of the word. So needless to say many of the movies my generation grew up loving I had no reference for.

Enter my husband. He was in the theater to see the original Star Wars at a drive in. I’ve never even been to a drive in! (When he told me this story originally I was more jealous of the drive in than the movie.)  His love for all things comic book, sci-fi and time travel have contaminated me. I am now a full-fledged, card carrying geek. OK maybe not a card carrying one, but if that was an option I would sign up! We have seen every rendition of Star Wars George Lucas so lovingly added 12 extra seconds of footage to in the theater, I have even been to 2 midnight premieres. No dressing up though… yet.

In case you have been living under a rock or not made any passably marketable purchases lately you may not be aware that a new Star Wars movie is coming out Thursday night. Yes we will be there, excitement barely contained as we watch the movie continuing the story and made by a true fan from our generation that has already proven (with Star Trek) he can do so with love and attention to detail only a close friend to the story can.

I give you all this to set up for my reason for my love of Star Wars. Obviously, it has nothing to do with nostalgia. Other than playing with my friends on the playground I never knew the true story. Of course everyone knows who Luke’s father is. That was as important as who shot JR. But having grown to love this series as an adult I watched it with adult eyes. While everyone loves the action of lightsabers and the wonder of the parlor tricks the force can provide, I always loved Yoda (and the Ewoks, but apparently that is not a popular opinion for some reason.) He is a Muppet that sounds like Fozzie and Grover. How can you not love him? But that is not why I love Yoda.

How do you patiently explain something you cannot see and is such a foreign concept to someone who needs to learn it? Something so vital to their being and survival? Such a strong part of who they are? Yoda is the guide to the force for Luke. He is his intermediary to a higher power, literally and figuratively. His explanation of the force is eloquent and beautiful, and it’s applicable to all of us. Swap out words and how well does it fit a personal spiritual journey.

This scene is so simple, and even to a certain degree overlooked in the overall story, but without this basic building block it would not work. I challenge you to watch this clip and think about it. Not as a piece of classic movie cinema loved by millions around the world, but as a pathway to understanding. Understanding of our role in nature, to fellow man and even spiritually. Our life force is powerful… If we believe.

Home On the Range

Throwback Thursday brings some nostalgia for these guys. Back in the day, we had buffalo (American Bison). No for real! Buffy and Wilma were the names we gave them. Wilma was the dominant and always stayed at a slight distance, watching, but Buffy was social. Many an afternoon was spent having my hand “exfoliated” by her tongue.

They came to us from a farm that trained barrel racing horses. When they were young calves they would be perfect for training the horses to herd in the tight circles that sport calls for without traumatizing them. Young cattle are too easily spooked and buffalo calves are just a little mellower and seem to just “know” the commands without being trained. Of course as they grow, they become too big to fit the criteria for training so they would be sold off.  

During this time we had a brief foray into breeding beefalo. The meat is excellent in that the protein content is higher and the fat content is lower. These two young girls were brought into the fold with the intent to breed them to a quality bull for beefalo calves. They grew from young calves to awkward young heifers and eventually into almost full size bison. This is where we ran into the problem. This picture is from when they were about a year old. By the time they were two they had some height and the bull had a problem. Logistically speaking it was difficult to make the necessary deliveries to produce beefalo babies.

They were both gentle, and I knew to give them appropriate distance and respect, but as they grew we knew that they were becoming potentially dangerous. They never did, but they literally could have walked through a barbed wire fence unharmed. They were so strong and their coat was so thick that it would not have fazed them at all if they had. Out of the concern for our neighbors who might not think it is so neat to have a buffalo wandering around in their yard, we made the decision for them to go to a conservatory for buffalo.

The lady that came to pick them up was amazing. I missed this part because I was at the paying job but my husband shared the story with me. They had been moved to a corral to make it easier to move them to a trailer. Because of all the people around, they were spooked and agitated. This lady asks if they have names, which my husband tells her, and climbs the corral fence and into the open area with them and using simple hand signals and voice commands got them calmly loaded onto the trailer. It makes me happy knowing that they are on that conservatory and possibly still using those same names I called them by all those afternoons. Maybe one day, with better fencing, buffalo can roam here again. 

What’s up with that name???

The Oily Hive… What??  No I do not raise bees nor do I have an overabundance of oil creating a skin condition. So I guess I should explain the origin of the name of the blog.

For those who follow my husband, The Village Medicine Man, know he refers to me as the Gorgeous Lady B. Now I am not a boastful person so I don’t think referring to myself that way would be appropriate. But, Lady Bee evolved from that and created a character that I have identified with at this stage of my life. Looking forward to the next stage of grandchildren in the next few years, I want to create a culture of family, tradition and connection to the land to share with them as they grow.

So where did Oily come from? Well, I do a lot of at home beauty treatments and remedies. A lot of those include various oils. I am also very interested in essential oils and will be expanding that knowledge base soon. In continuing that culture I wish to share with my family and friends the things I have learned through the years and along the way.

Much like a bee hive, the blog can create a centralized place for information and products for healthy living. So thus the Hive portion was created. I can see our home as a hive of activity that is filled with passed down knowledge and traditions, such and animal care, homemade remedies and care for the land and garden. In that vein the goal for this site is to eventually add, in addition to blog content, inspirational things and documentation of things around the homestead, an outlet for people to find resources for quality essential oils and other natural products.

Now that the strange name has an origin story, I would like to encourage you to continue to follow me on this journey. I have no map, things may change and I am not sure where it will lead but I am excited and glad to have you join me.

                                                                       

Copping out

It has been a crazy busy couple of weeks. As if the holidays don't make it hectic enough,we helped my son and daughter in law move. Plus I am trying to give myself a new routine since everything I do with the animals has to be done in the morning before I leave for work. It's dark when I get home now, even if I am out the door at 5 sharp.

So now that I have made sufficient excuses I thought I would share some photos of what's going on around here. Enjoy!

We have baby guinea fowl! 

They are so cute and so much cleaner than chicks! I love how they stay all huddled together. We have them in a brooder box indoors but when they hear the grown guinea call an alarm they all run to that side of the box in a huddle. It is so amazing to see how they just know when to follow that call.

This is Blackjack, the Ameracuna rooster. He is gorgeous!

This is the one who taught the chickens how to pose for the camera. Ugh! 

We enjoyed a nice walk through the pasture last weekend. I LOVE this time of year! The leaves are beautiful and the land is preparing itself for rest to come back even more colorful in the spring. 

I finally got around to cutting up that pumpkin to distribute. They all loved it! At least it was large enough they couldn't grab it and run away with it like everything else I put in there for them,

Roulette and his little hen.

I also got the poultry netting to put over the fenced in free range area today so they don't have to be fully supervised. Got to let them enjoy that grass before it is all gone. Getting set up now for staged fodder to feed them in the months they won't have grass. Also, Roulette and his hen moved into some new quarters. It is a small mobile coop that can be relocated as necessary and the fence around it also is mobile. At least right now they have plenty of grass!

Well that's all for now! I will be getting back to the written posts soon. Just trying to catch my breath for a bit. Enjoy the pics!