I’m not an excitable type of person. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised to discover that some folks think of me as dull. Boring. Too stable to have any fun!
In fact, my man and I just got into a “discussion” this morning about my “stability.”
I claimed it was unlikely that I’d get buck fever while hunting this fall.
If you don’t know what that is, watch this video on youtube. Quite humorous, is buck fever! Many a good hunter has missed a shot because of an unexpected adrenaline burst!
I say it won’t touch me. Why should it?
He says I shouldn’t be so sure of myself.
Time shall tell.
But I’m not easily excited, particularly since battling chronic fatigue. It takes energy to be excited. And that? I don’t have much to spare!
I felt excited the other day. Really excited. So much that I couldn’t take my much-needed afternoon nap.
That’s saying somethin’!
Nothing interferes with my nap when I need it!
A local duck farm went out of business this past week. With 200 birds to move, they were selling out at $2 each. Though the available breeds weren’t my long-awaited Khaki Campbells, they were ducks. Egg-producing birds.
We (+ a friend) took a drive that evening, left some money behind and came home with 20 ducks. We’re dividing them between us!
Ten flat-footed, orange billed, shiny-eyed, egg-laying ducks. They’re ours! I’ve waited. Waited. And waited for this.
This past summer I had high hopes when we had added fertilized duck eggs from the community farm to our turkey hen’s clutch. Our hens had a poor year.
Our fault, but we were curious about what would happen if we didn’t give them their typical 16% protein feed. After having rotten, fermented eggs blow up in my face, we’ll never again try that experiment!
But that was also my fault. I just had to crack past-their-due-date eggs open to see if embryos had developed. Needless to say, something had! Something that caused a literal explosion of putrid, undescribably colored green/brown/yellow juice.
I wiped ducks off the list…along with the juice on my face! Ducks. They cost to purchase and would have to wait until we had our own land. Until we were paying a mortgage. Until we had 101 things on our to do (and learn) list.
Back to the topic at hand?
It’s strange how one person’s misfortune offers opportunity to another! I’m so happy about this opportunity! We don’t aim to keep all 10 ducks. Some will be butchered for the stew pot. But we will keep a few layers for ourselves. A beginning to our future flock.
I felt this same excitement when we bought our heritage turkeys and their setup, when we built their house with leftover scraps from my husband’s construction site.
I felt it when we bought fencing for our garden, a timer and sprinkler system, when I began saving heirloom seed, as my collection of canning jars grew to be (more than) enough, when we found a deal on a large chest freezer, the first time I used my All American pressure canner!
I love this. These little additions to life bring me hope and anticipation for the future.
When we sign papers on a blessed-but-nasty mortgage and begin living life on the land, we won’t have as many farm-related expenses. We won’t have to add the cost of a garden fence to our straining pocketbook. We already have it! Several hundred dollars for setting up a poultry coop/house? Covered!
It’s one thing to have the land. It’s another to “stock” it, to build the farm you want. Depending on your dreams and financial situation, it can take years!
We are doing what we can to lead the life we want. When we get land and our own home, we hope to be a wee bit ahead. Not that there won’t be unexpected surprises or costs (those are unavoidable) but each little step we can take now leads us closer to that wholesome life we long for. The life we hope to offer our (one day) children.
We think. We plan. We learn what we can from the land. Neighbors. Friends. Even enemies! Joking…we don’t have enemies here. At least not that we are aware of…but we do tend to be a bit naive!
One step forward. A bit here and a bit there. Slowly but surely, we are preparing for that “one day.”
And if it never happens? We get to live our dreams here and now, on land that isn’t our own.
And if we go, we can take our “farm” with us. Quacking ducks. Chirring turkeys. Garden fencing and heirloom seed. Canning jars, freezers, knowledge about cold room storage.
There will be surprises; of this I have no doubt. One can never perfectly prepare for the future. Life would be boring if we could!
Here we are. Working. Learning. Preparing and doing. I hope we are ready, if and when the day comes.