Hello Dear Rebels, I feel as though I fell off the face of
the planet and have been vicariously plunked back on. Although we only moved 2.2 miles up the road,
I am playing a whole other ball game up here in the forest! Our first visitor to the Double J Homestead
(and Yes that is its official name) was a yearling mountain lion. And how do I know it was a yearling? Because it hissed at me from only four or
five feet away so I got a VERY good look at it!!!
When I left you all last I was really up in the air about
what I am going to do with my online presence and I think this post has
answered many questions for all of us.
It is a final farewell to The Royal Ranch, but at the same time it is a
new dawning of the era of the Double J; after all what has happened to my
family in the last few months and how passionate I am about my field (natural
agriculture, animal rescue and permaculture) there is really no way I can NOT
continue to share the adventures of my world with those who will listen.
Transparency in the field of agriculture is something that I
feel needs to be talked about more and that is where my Double J blog will
head, along with the adventures of our homestead, of course. When I wrote of being afraid that Wells Fargo
had taken our home faster due to the fact that I have a business and fought the
system; I am serious, and I have many reasons to think this. As a matter of fact they are currently being
investigated by the Attorney General for such actions and I plan to be a part
of that suit (this link is just one example of many!). But my point with all of
this is that I am not going to be afraid, I am going to be a part of the
solution instead. I have always been a
very careful business person and therefore should be a great example on the
internet for people to follow, just sayin’.
Okay, so now that we
got that straightened out and you are all linked up for The Double J, let’s
talk a bit about what has been going on in my world the last few weeks. We kicked off this big move with an End of an
Era sale for The Royal Ranch; and it was a huge success. We had so much support from our community and
friends it really was unbelievable! I
went from laughing to crying the entire four days; it really was an emotional
roller coaster that I could not wait to get off of, but on the other hand I would
not trade for the world, you know?
Then started the big push to get out of the house in time,
by then it no longer felt like The Royal Ranch; we had sold all of the history
pieces (except those we donated to the Park County Historical Society, which
we are proud members) to one man right up the road which made us quite
happy. At the same time Hubs was
building us a bedroom in the barn at The Double J; so the moving fell to the
kids and I for a few days. I know, a bit
hard to follow, but even harder to organize!
So, we have a partially built master bedroom in the barn;
that when finished will have the pot-belly stove that was in my parents’ house
when I was growing up so I love the “warmth” this will bring to the room in
more ways than one. The cabin itself is
teeny tiny, but we are making it all fit just fine. I got my Grandma’s china cabinet in and that
was a big deal for me, so you know the things that really matter when
downsizing and you go with it…
After the visit from the mountain lion I knew I could not
bring my beautiful sheep, Buttercup, up here; it broke my heart indeed. She was the sheep I had been breeding for and
over the last few weeks I had really been working with her to prepare her for
this move and created a strong bond with her. But, I was not going to let her be mountain
lion bait either so I did the best thing for HER and called the gal I
originally got my sheep from and she was more than ecstatic to have such a
pretty black wooled girl. She lost
almost her whole herd of sheep last summer to a mountain lion herself and now
only has two white girls left and keeps them locked up at night. My Buttercup was a wonderful addition to her
herd as she is BIG into felting, etc. As
a matter of fact, you can read about her in the Canyon Courier doing her wool
art; her name is Julie Demaree.
That brings us to the llamas; we had the pen set up and
everything. But it is just not
appropriate for my herd, what with a mountain lion passing through and the home
of a lifetime waiting for them. Yes that
is right folks, my pack string is gone.
My God, I can’t even type that without bringing tears to my eyes. But, let me continue, because they are in
seventh heaven and I have done my job, so although I can’t even read what I
type, I know I did the right thing.
A friend of ours recently bought a magnificent piece of
property; and to keep it agricultural (zoning) needs animals on it. He started asking me a few weeks ago, but
obviously I had a few things on my mind.
Well, he kept offering and Hubs kept pushing, and before you know it my
lifetime of work (just for melodramatic effect) was sitting in the driveway of
Heaven…. They have 35 acres of lush
green pasture to graze, a beautiful barn, actually multiple barns to choose
from, and are doing great!
But the kids and I joke that I got out of the llama business
against my will and I still got stuck with the crappy llamas, because I have
two llamas that I would never place with anyone. One is just plain crazy (overhandled as a
youngster and has vision issues) and the other is on the verge of having
Berserk Llama Syndrome, and yes, that is a real thing and very few of us in the
Nation are trained to deal with these types of animals….
So, my dreams of agriculture/permaculture are, well they are
still happening just a bit slower due to a move of the homestead, but you know
me and I won’t let me keep things down.
Actually, my animals have simply amazed me with this move, again and
again. One day we went back to the
other house to get one of the cats, and we got so worried that we couldn’t find
him; we all called and called for him and then made one more load. When we came home he was laying on the
hanging clothes that we had laid on the bed to take with the next load!
My poultry have also proved themselves as “part of the
family”. As we were moving the
homestead, a few animals at a time, it had affected their laying and the
chickens had quit laying eggs at The Royal Ranch. The morning that they, the chickens were here
and we were all back together as a family they all got back to laying on their
daily schedule. The turks started laying
eggs in their new home as well! It was
funny for me to see how deeply us being apart could affect even the lowest animal
on the totem pole.
Well, that is enough for now, and my turks are calling for
their breakfasts; so take a minute to hook up to The Double J, cuz I won’t be
coming back to this blog anymore…. I can’t
tell you all how much I have enjoyed this blog and you all….Oooops here come
the tears again!!!
BYE,
JJ~