A Boxing Day to Remember

Boxing Day left the farm at 5:30am and drove 6.5 hours to look at a combine header in Manitoba. We bought the header, got stuck trying to get it out of the Quonset and then had to wire trailer lights in -40 and start the journey home. We had planned to make it half way and stay the night in Regina. We made it 90km outside our halfway point and blew a tire on the header transport.

We were on the side on the highway in -40, did I mention yet it was -40 ūüė≥ trying to change a tire and it’s gotten dark. We had the wrong jack and couldn’t get the transport high enough to take the tire off. My father in law makes custom wood furniture and the stain sample blocks were in the truck so we used them to block up the header and rejack. After beating on the tire for 10 minutes we got it off only to realize the spare we had didn’t fit. During this whole process I was blown away by how many vehicles didn’t slow down or change lanes to give us space. We put the blown tire back on and slowly drove on the rim, speaks flying till we found an approach where we were able to leave the header just off the highway on a grid road. That all took us 1.5 hours and we wrecked the rim in the process.

We spent the night in the Regina as planned, first thing in the morning went to a tire shop with the old rim and bought 2 new rims and tires so we would have a spare. Got back out to the header and realize the new tires don’t fit either ūüė° oh and it’s still -40. At this point I put a call out to Ag twitter while my husband started calling equipment dealers trying to find a rim. Thanks to my tweet we had a farmer friend meet us in under 2 hours and lots of other messages with offers to help! By 1pm we were back on the road heading to the Regina to pick up the brand new rim we tracked down and get a tire put on it. Huge thanks to Danny for coming to our rescue and for Youngs Equipment to sourcing the only Macdon rim in Regina for us, thus allowing us to have a spare in case we blew another tire.

By this point it’s 3:30pm and we make the call to spend another night in Regina so that we can safely drive home during daylight the next morning. Luckily the Grandparents had the girls as they would not have fared well on our trip. What an adventure we ended up having! My heart is full knowing that I am part of the agricultural community, a community so amazing that it comes together to help out fellow farmers no mater the day or the temperature!


Evening Misadventures 

Most days I feel we should have a camera crew documenting our farming adventures. There is always a rodeo, a run away, someone gets stuck, something breaks down or critters escape. On the best of days we may be combining all of the above options into something that resembles a chaotic choreographed ballet.

For a couple years we have been talking about moving a water hydrant that is in a really awkward spot by our tarp barn and about 80 feet away from the pig pen. This fall we finally stopped just talking about it and put a plan in motion. The last couple days my father in law has been digging a new trench using our bobcat and tonight was ready to actually lay the new line and do some plumbing.

I showed up after nap time to see how they were making out and found my husband 12 feet in the ground cursing about how he would never want to be a plumber. I wandered away to feed the pigs and returned when the sun was starting to go down to lend a hand.

We got the new line laid in and the hydrant reattached. Now the metal pipe that makes up the hydrant is a specific length so that in the winter the water can drain out and keep it from freezing. Well the end of the tench behind the pig pen was not 10 feet deep so we discovered the hydrant will now be 6 feet above ground. Okay we can cope with this we will just need to build some steps.

Next we work on re connecting the water for the pigs and since I’m the tallest I’m the one attaching the hose to the hydrant and turning it on, I should also mention it’s completely dark by this point. Well it’s cold so the hose is frozen. At this point I hear something and look down to see a pig had managed to get under the fence into the trench. Get the hose off so my father in law can work on thawing it out and my husband gets into the trench to grab the pig and passes him out to me. I return him to his friends and go to reattach their water hose which is now ice free. I took my jacket off before grabbing the pig so I didn’t end up with it covered in mud and my jacket is still off. Get the hose on and turn the hydrant on, well now the hose has a huge split in it and I’m pretty much in a freezing cold shower in a thin hoodie in subzero temperatures. I’ve got my glasses on and their covered in water so I’m fumbling around blind with a hammer trying to hook the hammer on the hydrant to turn it off while getting soaked.

We get the water turned off and go to work putting flax straw into the trench to act as insulation and making a new hose as the pigs still need water, by this point we are using the bobcats lights and cell phone flashlights to see. New hose made and connected my father in law demonstrates to the pigs that it’s working again and they start fighting over the water. Remember how the one pig got into the trench?! Well now they are all jostling around the same area and in danger of also sliding under the fence and ending up in the trench we should have filled with dirt before turning their water on. My father in law is yelling, my husband is running to the bobcat to start filling the trench with dirt and I am running for the pig pen as fast as I can to get myself between the 22 pigs in danger of ending up in the trench ūüôĄ

Ten minutes later we are all back in the farm house wet, muddy and ready for supper!

Our Whirlwind of a Summer

I apologize for disappearing this summer, upon logging in today I realized I have not made a post since May 2nd! This blog is all about catching you up on the whirlwind that has been our lives this summer.

Right before seeding (we started end of April) I came across the most beautiful 1920’s character farm house on twitter. The house needed to be moved before July 1st as the couple who owned the farm yard were going to start building on the foundation. I retweeted it and tagged my husband in it jokingly commenting “wouldn’t this look great in our new yard?!” Fast forward to June 23rd and we had that gorgeous 1920’s farm house sitting on its new foundation, a foundation we built ourselves.

During seeding I pulled all the river stones off the fireplace and with the help of my in laws demolished and cleaned up a 7 ton chimney. We plan to have a fireplace in the house but keeping the existing fireplace and chimney added way to many costs and challenges to our project, because they were not original to the house I wasn’t heartbroken over removing them. In 6 weeks we burnt the dilapidated house down in our yard, had a basement dug, with the help of family and friends poured our footing, built a wood foundation, poured our concrete basement floor and moved our new ‘old’ house! Before this project I knew nothing absolutely nothing about building a foundation! My Dad said “Megz we cant build a basement, we don’t know how to build a basement and it has to hold a house!” I replied “that’s okay we will figure it out as we go!”

With our new ‘old’ house settling on her new foundation it was time to move onto the next jobs on our list. My husband became very busy with in crop spraying and we started haying. July was also the only month I had in which to plan our wedding which took place on our family farm on August 5th! During July we worked on many of the things that made our day so special. My mom and I sewed lace from the bottom of her wedding dress onto the flower girl dresses for our girls, my Mother in law was busy with getting the farm yard ready and had flowers and plants started in spring for that day. With the help of my Dad and my Father in law we wired the tarp barn (after putting a new roof on it as the old one blew away in March). I then took on a bunch of Pintrest projects, we made wagon wheel chandeliers using mason jars and wagon wheels that were off Great Grampas wagon. Hand painted a sign for above the bar and all the signs for on the road, we built a bar and a stage for the band and hung twinkly lights everywhere. We also made all the burgers for the wedding bbq using our own beef and we made our own midnight lunch using ham, turkey and pulled beef all raised on our farm.

We were so blessed to have such an amazing day surrounded by family and good friends.  It was a bit of a trek for most of my of my family and friends and we so appreciated everyone putting in the miles to make it out and then helping us get everything organized once they got here! We had a simple small ceremony in the pouring rain at the back dug out on the family farm. Our girls rode miniature ponies down the isle and we did a hand fastening ceremony using a ribbon of Elliott tartan to celebrate my Scottish family history.  My diamond engagement and wedding bands belonged to my Dads Grandmother and my simple gold wedding band belonged to my Moms, Mom. My husbands wedding band was made using a silver 2 pence piece by his dad when he worked over seas on drilling rigs. After our ceremony we had a lovely bbq on the deck followed by a barn dance to the musical styling’s of Saskatoon’s own Longshot! All  in all it was perfect and we wouldn’t have changed a thing!

We started harvest and pickling the week after the wedding and that has kept us busy right up until now! I have more posts in mind to write and I promise I will not keep you waiting as long as I did this last time!

Taking care of my Babies

A couple of weeks ago we had our first set of twins calves on the farm! One twin was doing great from the start and the other one had a bit of a tough time making it into the world and needed a little extra care and attention.


The second night we had to take her away from her mom and bring her into our warm shop to get fluids into her and keep her temp up.  The next day she was sick with scours, she had bad bacteria in her stomach that was making her sick and giving her the runs. We started treatment and brought her sister and mom into a stall in our tarp barn so that we could keep them all penned up together while continuing to treat the sick twin.  We treated her with antibiotics for 5 days and tube fed her when she was to weak to nurse from her mom.  My girls gave her snuggles and my oldest brought her doctors kit over to the barn in order to make her all better.

By day 3 of treatment ‘Dopey’ as we named her was up and walking and trying to nurse from her momma. By day 4 she was¬†frolicking around in the pen with her sister and on day 5 after her antibiotics we opened the gate and let the trio out of the barn and into the pasture with the rest of the herd.


There are few things that put a smile on my face as big as seeing a sick baby healthy and happy! As a mother I will do what ever I need to do to make sure my girls¬†are taken care of when sick.¬† If there is something that they need in order to get better, like antibiotics I will not withhold that from them, same goes for my animals.¬† Without antibiotics and proper treatment it is very likely that little “Dopey’ wouldn’t have made it through the first week of her life which would have been a devastating loss.

We are lucky to live in a day an age where we have selection and choice when it comes to what we eat and where we get our food from.  What I struggle with is the misinformation out there and the fact that a large number of individuals would rather buy meat that has never come in contact with antibiotics then allow me to take care of my herd.  All drugs have a withdrawal period and that is strictly adhered to, this means that there are no an antibiotics in the meat you buy no matter how that animal was raised. It also means that Little Dopey gets to live.



Sleep training in a Tiny Farm House

If you look very closely you will notice that the picture below is a mattress in the middle of a living room.


When you live in a tiny 2 bedroom farmhouse sleeping arrangements can get creative while trying to sleep train a 13 month old. A couple days ago I decided that enough was enough and as much as I enjoy cosleeping with my youngest for half the night she isn’t getting a good sleep in our bed and neither am I. Right now our current set up has her crib in our room and my toddler has her own room. This works great for half the night but as soon as she wakes up and knows I’m in the same room as her there is no way she is putting herself back to sleep when she could instead have mommy snuggles and boobies. Two nights ago I tried sleeping on the couch and ended up sore so I just gave up and went in there at 4 when she woke up for snuggles. Last night we upped our game and pulled the spare mattress out after the girls were asleep. It fit perfectly between the couches in the living room and I got a much better sleep on it! R still woke up at 4 but she slept from 8-4 all by herself ūüôĆūüôĆūüôĆ The goal is to get her sleeping really well by herself and then we are going to tackle putting both the girls in the same bed in T’s room which should be a lot of fun ūüėā

A page from ‘Mad Men’

Let me preface this post by saying that I am a feminist. I believe I am equal and just as capable as my husband. I even cringe at the term stay at home mom because for me it comes with too many decades of gender baggage. That being said I understand love languages and the importance of letting my husband know I care about him and not just in a sexual way.

Last night as a surprise I took a page from ‘Mad Men’ and traveled back in time to the 1950’s. I was planning a lovely dinner for friends that fell through and I turned it into the opportunity to surprise my man. I did my hair, my makeup and pulled out a vintage dress from my closet. If you know me you know most days my hair is in a bun, I have zero makeup on, there’s a good chance I haven’t brushed my hair in a couple days and my clothes may have been worn the day before. But last night I put myself together and made a delicious herb butter rubbed prime rib with mashed potatoes, carrots, gravy and Yorkshire puddings. I greeted him at the door with a smile and a kiss and said “welcome home honey”.


I had to make supper anyway but the simple action of turning it into a special night for him was a wonderful way to show him how much I care. He works so hard for our family, working full time at his off farm job and full time on the farm. He is the sole bread winner at the moment since I currently help farm and stay home with our 2 young daughters. I am so guilty of getting caught up in the day to day of life and not appreciating everything he does for our family and I am learning that it’s okay to acknowledge and praise his role without down playing my own.

Since it’s not the 1950’s both our little girls were still roaring around the house when he got home. After supper he gave them a bath while I cleaned up and I know he was just as happy as they were to have time together. Before we know it spring will be here and once again we will be ran off our feet busy with the farm. It’s nice to enjoy the downtime that comes with cold and snow and recharge for next year ‚̧ԳŹ


New Years Wish

2016 has been a year that many farmers want to forget about and move past. I would like to offer a wish and a blessing for the new year.

May the sun shine bright and nurture your fields

May the rains be timely and never too heavy

May the winds calm and the pests be few

May your family and herd grow in good health

May your garden flourish and your table be bountiful

May your equipment always start and breakdowns be few

May your crops grow and your harvest run smoothly

May your struggles become your strengths and,

May your heart grow with your love for the land

From my family to yours all the very best wishesimg_0075 for 2017