<?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-5833819547648273577</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:49:44.524-06:00</updated><category term='rain'/><category term='LGD'/><category term='goats'/><category term='milking'/><category term='photography'/><category term='keets'/><category term='fencing'/><category term='garden'/><category term='CAE'/><category term='nature'/><category term='accident'/><category term='Kaia'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Swan-S Grove Farms</title><subtitle type='html'>Life on my North Dakota dairy goat farm.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-9185816583549844870</id><published>2010-01-23T13:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:42:53.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophi Caught a Cloud</title><content type='html'>This morning, my daughter Sophia went out with me to do a few chores.  She found this chunk of ice and icicles that had fallen from the chicken coop (in the background) and I thought as she held it over her head that it looked as if she was standing under a cloud with rain falling around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1tPBkCQ0LI/AAAAAAAAAr4/II0wglPq34c/s1600-h/Sophi+caught+a+cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1tPBkCQ0LI/AAAAAAAAAr4/II0wglPq34c/s320/Sophi+caught+a+cloud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430020663996895410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a funny sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some snow overnight and it's a positively balmy 34&amp;deg;F out there right now.  There has been rain, freezing rain, and snow in the area and there are over 700 customers of our power company without power&amp;#8212;including my best friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case that doesn't sound impressive to you, 700 people is a LOT in North Dakota, he he he.  When she called to report her power was out, they told her that over 400 poles were down and they'd get to her when they could...doesn't sound too promising, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our electricity has been flickering, but so far we still have power.  On the other hand, the second punch of the one-two punch of the storm hasn't even arrived.  Hopefully, we won't loose power since there are animals to care for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's hoping that things are going well at your homestead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-9185816583549844870?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/9185816583549844870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/sophi-caught-cloud.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/9185816583549844870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/9185816583549844870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/sophi-caught-cloud.html' title='Sophi Caught a Cloud'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1tPBkCQ0LI/AAAAAAAAAr4/II0wglPq34c/s72-c/Sophi+caught+a+cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-8672028937107878605</id><published>2010-01-21T20:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:44:06.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidding Report: Jan 18</title><content type='html'>OK.  Here's what happened on Day 2 of the kidding marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Rosie kidded.  She is a 2&amp;#189; year old second freshener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kMwdfrXsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XvDmxZlcgyE/s1600-h/Rosie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kMwdfrXsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XvDmxZlcgyE/s320/Rosie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429384852462591682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her kids were born while I was away and you can read about it &lt;a href="http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-babies.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, our doe Honey kidded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kNx0rrIoI/AAAAAAAAArY/ja9621ArUyI/s1600-h/Honey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kNx0rrIoI/AAAAAAAAArY/ja9621ArUyI/s320/Honey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429385975378420354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a 1&amp;#189; year old first freshener and she had a buckling and a doeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia named the buckling, Chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kOK8fWvjI/AAAAAAAAArg/0_C6EAr-hsg/s1600-h/Chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kOK8fWvjI/AAAAAAAAArg/0_C6EAr-hsg/s320/Chocolate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429386406970965554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the doeling, she named Cocoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kOlKR_TLI/AAAAAAAAAro/ICAp3PjsNDU/s1600-h/Cocoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kOlKR_TLI/AAAAAAAAAro/ICAp3PjsNDU/s320/Cocoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429386857349598386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cute picture of the new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kPAUzH2SI/AAAAAAAAArw/Ec_k76dRchY/s1600-h/the+new+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kPAUzH2SI/AAAAAAAAArw/Ec_k76dRchY/s320/the+new+family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429387324029393186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to tray and get pictures posted of the rest of the days, so bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-8672028937107878605?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8672028937107878605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/kidding-report-jan-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8672028937107878605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8672028937107878605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/kidding-report-jan-18.html' title='Kidding Report: Jan 18'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1kMwdfrXsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XvDmxZlcgyE/s72-c/Rosie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-3831281921421010057</id><published>2010-01-21T15:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:40:05.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official.  Our herd has doubled in the last five days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had kid number 23 and 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired buy thankful.  All the kids have survived and are thriving...more that I can say for Olivia and myself, lol.  We're pretty tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just getting ready to go out to milk Emily, who just kidded with twin doelings.  I need to milk her for colostrum to feed her daughters.  It's also time feed all the rest of the little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just in case you might wonder what 22 baby goats look like...here's a picture for you.  This was taken right before Emily had number 23 and 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1jEOS2R3pI/AAAAAAAAArA/oef89BdXxEM/s1600-h/What+22+baby+goats+look+like.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1jEOS2R3pI/AAAAAAAAArA/oef89BdXxEM/s320/What+22+baby+goats+look+like.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429305100651847314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything is good on your homestead.  Anyone else out there kidding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-3831281921421010057?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3831281921421010057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-official.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/3831281921421010057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/3831281921421010057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1jEOS2R3pI/AAAAAAAAArA/oef89BdXxEM/s72-c/What+22+baby+goats+look+like.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-5296984683761959610</id><published>2010-01-20T08:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:49:08.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kidding Report: Jan 17</title><content type='html'>I thought that I would take the time to post some pics of the new kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Clarabelle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bbEW4LPSI/AAAAAAAAApg/lu_XKr1KIkE/s1600-h/Clarabelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bbEW4LPSI/AAAAAAAAApg/lu_XKr1KIkE/s320/Clarabelle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428767268748868898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a two-year-old second freshener.  She was my first to kid this year and she kidded on Sunday, the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had twin kids, a doeling and a buckling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bbc44cs8I/AAAAAAAAApo/ZzoYZjtpb24/s1600-h/Clarabelle%27s+Doeling+and+Buckling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bbc44cs8I/AAAAAAAAApo/ZzoYZjtpb24/s320/Clarabelle%27s+Doeling+and+Buckling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428767690193679298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what happens when newborn baby goat meets laminate floor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bbnfJLScI/AAAAAAAAApw/ykdtbRwAmq4/s1600-h/when+baby+goat+meets+laminate+floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bbnfJLScI/AAAAAAAAApw/ykdtbRwAmq4/s320/when+baby+goat+meets+laminate+floor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428767872263080386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to kid that same day was StarFire.  StarFire is another two-year-old second freshener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bfEM-PSRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tjgMW7IInJs/s1600-h/StarFire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bfEM-PSRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/tjgMW7IInJs/s320/StarFire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428771664136456466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had twin doelings, Miriam and Gracie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Miriam; a wet goopy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bfRCMPS8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Fx7oldsUU24/s1600-h/StarFire%27s+first+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bfRCMPS8I/AAAAAAAAAqA/Fx7oldsUU24/s320/StarFire%27s+first+kid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428771884580686786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out head first, and I had to go in and pull her front legs which were curled underneath her.  StarFire probably would have delivered her just fine without my help, but it saved her a push or two, I guess, plus, the risk that the kid would have injured leg(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is all dried off and eating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bfyhytnwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rs7udxWoMK0/s1600-h/Miriam+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bfyhytnwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/rs7udxWoMK0/s320/Miriam+(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428772459999239938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of pictures of Gracie.  It's amazing how much darker they look when they're first-born and wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bf-5zwkHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-44pB4A2aD8/s1600-h/StarFire,+2nd+Kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bf-5zwkHI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/-44pB4A2aD8/s320/StarFire,+2nd+Kid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428772672604508274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bgC0B7G8I/AAAAAAAAAqY/6q5x8b7-S74/s1600-h/Star%27s+second+kid,+Gracie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bgC0B7G8I/AAAAAAAAAqY/6q5x8b7-S74/s320/Star%27s+second+kid,+Gracie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428772739772783554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last to kid on Sunday was my doe Justa.  She is also a two-year-old second freshener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1cMjLl7P1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ha1EUhpVSxw/s1600-h/Justa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1cMjLl7P1I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ha1EUhpVSxw/s320/Justa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428821674365239122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had twin doelings that we named Ivy and Anora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Ivy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1cM0wagyAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7sltJvcCHpQ/s1600-h/Ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1cM0wagyAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7sltJvcCHpQ/s320/Ivy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428821976307255298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Anora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1cNGGF1upI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Rw7qwcEu4o8/s1600-h/Anora+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1cNGGF1upI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Rw7qwcEu4o8/s320/Anora+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428822274183903890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-5296984683761959610?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5296984683761959610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/kidding-report-sunday-jan-17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5296984683761959610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5296984683761959610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/kidding-report-sunday-jan-17.html' title='Kidding Report: Jan 17'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bbEW4LPSI/AAAAAAAAApg/lu_XKr1KIkE/s72-c/Clarabelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-4434072186012823897</id><published>2010-01-20T04:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T05:03:16.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Update</title><content type='html'>We've now had 18 kids in 60 hours.  It's been quite a marathon, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working to get some pictures posted, but it's a little hard to get pictured of those little squirming kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on posting pics of the kids that were born each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we had six kids; Monday we had four kids; and Tuesday, we had eight kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost have Sunday's pics done.  I only need a picture of one of the kids, so I'll post it as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something to whet your appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bi47cPGiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/n1xCKVfHGG0/s1600-h/picture+of+Liv+in+the+box+with+the+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bi47cPGiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/n1xCKVfHGG0/s320/picture+of+Liv+in+the+box+with+the+kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428775868498385442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything is going well on your homestead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-4434072186012823897?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4434072186012823897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/4434072186012823897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/4434072186012823897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-update.html' title='A Quick Update'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1bi47cPGiI/AAAAAAAAAqg/n1xCKVfHGG0/s72-c/picture+of+Liv+in+the+box+with+the+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-1280826763015592221</id><published>2010-01-19T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:43:14.104-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Tired Goat-Keeper</title><content type='html'>So, we've had 10 kids in 24 hours.  Liv and I are tuckered out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Sophi has been helping us, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 5AM feeding this morning, this little doeling (our miracle kid, Bella) decided that she was lonely, so Liv went back out to the barn and brought her in the house.  She thought that she needed just a little bit more milk, then she and her "momma" settled down for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1XE5kME3dI/AAAAAAAAApQ/sO0RN9_Q3OM/s1600-h/one+tired+goat-keeper,+close-up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1XE5kME3dI/AAAAAAAAApQ/sO0RN9_Q3OM/s320/one+tired+goat-keeper,+close-up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428461419110915538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-1280826763015592221?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/1280826763015592221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-tired-goat-keeper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/1280826763015592221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/1280826763015592221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-tired-goat-keeper.html' title='One Tired Goat-Keeper'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1XE5kME3dI/AAAAAAAAApQ/sO0RN9_Q3OM/s72-c/one+tired+goat-keeper,+close-up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-8962058016379415078</id><published>2010-01-18T13:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:32:10.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Babies</title><content type='html'>Well, more babies are here, lol.  I went to prayer group this morning and left Olivia and Sophia in charge of the goats.  Olivia had to milk and then bottle feed the six kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was gone, Rosie kidded and the babies were half frozen and my little girls knew what to do!  They put those babies in warm water until they warmed up.  The little buckling came around quickly, but the girls had to keep working with the little doeling, but finally she came around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of them, I can hardly say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the little buckling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1S21ECXHyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/aKfx6WyRBLo/s1600-h/Rosie%27s+Buckling,+Edmund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1S21ECXHyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/aKfx6WyRBLo/s320/Rosie%27s+Buckling,+Edmund.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428164473621258018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's our little miracle, Bella, that Olivia and Sophia saved by putting in the bathtub until she warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1S3H2ZX5TI/AAAAAAAAApA/1i4gtKmm4Mw/s1600-h/Rosie%27s+Doeling,+Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1S3H2ZX5TI/AAAAAAAAApA/1i4gtKmm4Mw/s320/Rosie%27s+Doeling,+Bella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428164796377195826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-8962058016379415078?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8962058016379415078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-babies.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8962058016379415078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8962058016379415078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-babies.html' title='More Babies'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1S21ECXHyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/aKfx6WyRBLo/s72-c/Rosie%27s+Buckling,+Edmund.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-6749164377759333338</id><published>2010-01-18T07:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:55:42.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to Report</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the loooooong absence.  We had a really tough summer/fall season.  I lost several goats and it was JUST too depressing to blog about it.  I suppose I should have because maybe something that I went through could have helped someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some day when it's not so raw, I will blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I have some wonderful things to report now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the losses and all the worrying and all the work and all the blood, sweat, and tears, we finally have the fruits of our labor...new baby goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1Rn2zsnx_I/AAAAAAAAAow/Mr6qF4i3H_Y/s1600-h/Liv+in+the+box,+condensed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1Rn2zsnx_I/AAAAAAAAAow/Mr6qF4i3H_Y/s320/Liv+in+the+box,+condensed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428077642176251890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little tired right now as we were up late last night, so I won't blog much now, but soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had five doelings and one buckling, all born yesterday.  What a blessing!  They're all healthy, eating well, and soon, they'll be bouncing around the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-6749164377759333338?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6749164377759333338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-to-report.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/6749164377759333338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/6749164377759333338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-to-report.html' title='Something to Report'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/S1Rn2zsnx_I/AAAAAAAAAow/Mr6qF4i3H_Y/s72-c/Liv+in+the+box,+condensed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-3767816037222167697</id><published>2009-08-06T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T02:38:12.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><title type='text'>When It Rains, It Pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Well, I had an interesting day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started in the usual way...I was up around 5:45 or so and chatting online with one of my best friends.  Then, Dana got up and needed some help because we were taking delivery of our new &lt;a href="http://www.tempur-pedic.com/home?&amp;tid=113837&amp;IMSVisitorID=9957498&amp;ref=WG2A"&gt;Tempur-Pedic&lt;/a&gt; mattress today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting ready to make some breakfast, I did a really STUPID thing and accidentally made a rather deep cut on my left index finger.  I knew I would need stitches, so I got in the car and headed to Bismarck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Steele, the tire low pressure indicator came on, so I called Dana.  "Oh, that just means that the tire pressure's a little low and you won't have the optimum gas mileage.  I'll check it when you get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time that I got to Bismarck, a nice older man honked at a stop light and when I rolled the window down, he said, "One of your tires is really low!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped at the nearest gas station, called Dana, and he said, "Well, you'll just have to get the tire fixed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put air in the tire and drove to Tire's Plus.  (Thankfully, the tire wasn't completely flat and it was still holding air.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the tire fixed, then headed to the Emergency Room where they put in 15 stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm 43 years old, and I've never had stitches...until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, chores were interesting this evening.  Liv and I worked together and got them done, though.  She's such a trouper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, early, we're going to leave for Thedford Nebraska to meet my mom and the kids.  Can't wait to see them and hold them again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'd show you a picture, but I know that some of you are squeamish.  It's kinda gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-3767816037222167697?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/3767816037222167697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/3767816037222167697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/3767816037222167697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When It Rains, It Pours'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-5412464295604553899</id><published>2009-07-25T09:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:15:07.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't Been Online For a While</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I've been running around the country the last several days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I needed a little break from mommy-hood and so I took my three youngest to visit Grandma Grace in Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Olivia here to do all the chores by herself and she did a WONDERFUL job.  I can't believe how grown up she's getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had to take care of the chickens and keets (baby guineas), feed the baby goats, and do the milking.  That's a LOT of work for one person, especially a nine year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I think we're going to Bismarck to have lunch with a friend.  We're also buying some cherries and apricots from her.  (They're from her grandmother in Washington.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, all you bloggers out there...does anyone know why I'm unable to leave comments on certain blogs (including my own)?  Is there a certain something that I need to click, or unclick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-5412464295604553899?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5412464295604553899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-been-online-for-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5412464295604553899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5412464295604553899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-been-online-for-while.html' title='Haven&apos;t Been Online For a While'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-5544502051571211945</id><published>2009-07-16T18:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:35:00.409-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Farm Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;...can be hard sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Sophia came running into the house to report that "Sundance's babies are dead!"  When we went out to the barn, Sundance did indeed have two dead babies on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her into the milk barn and checked her and felt at least two more babies inside!  I could tell that they were dead and I didn't think that I could get them untangled, so we piled into the pickup and traveled the 20 miles to the vet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, they delivered the two other babies and gave her some medicine to help prevent infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now, we have poor Sundance, who is calling for her babies and is in pain from the vet.  We're watching her very closely to make sure that she doesn't develop an infection. The babies looked premature, so I don't think she'll come into milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least, it looks like she'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I finally got to drive the old '69 Dodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys have a '69 Dodge 1/2 ton pickup and I have secretly always wanted to drive old faithful.  I finally got the opportunity today when Dana needed some fuel in the tractor he was bailing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first car was a stick shift and I miss driving a stick!  Someday, I'll have one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I need to get out and do chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-5544502051571211945?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5544502051571211945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/farm-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5544502051571211945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5544502051571211945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/farm-life.html' title='Farm Life...'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-2280212110501560720</id><published>2009-07-14T21:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:15:04.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Alexzander</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I finally got some pictures of Alexander this evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a good picture of his beautiful blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl05dVma0CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5ztFfurUkbo/s1600-h/IMGP0437-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl05dVma0CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5ztFfurUkbo/s320/IMGP0437-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358502307818033186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexzander didn't know quite what to make of Cally the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl05tjiEaSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hmQiiDDJI-M/s1600-h/IMGP0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl05tjiEaSI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hmQiiDDJI-M/s320/IMGP0507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358502586435791138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaia has been stuck in the garage for a few days until I finished the fence.  Then, I realized that she can STILL squeeze through the cattle panel, so I had to double up the fence until she gets a little bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was excited to be back with the "boys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl06Q93r0nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AFVYaACNyF4/s1600-h/IMGP0472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl06Q93r0nI/AAAAAAAAAI4/AFVYaACNyF4/s320/IMGP0472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358503194801197682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl06MK02rfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kBCltYzbCq4/s1600-h/IMGP0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl06MK02rfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/kBCltYzbCq4/s320/IMGP0471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358503112379641330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped this photo of some thunderheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl065GNlRVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VtHqiHhHX70/s1600-h/IMGP0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl065GNlRVI/AAAAAAAAAJA/VtHqiHhHX70/s320/IMGP0510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358503884235294034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had rain today and then the afternoon was beautiful.  But, right after I took these photos...in the middle of chores...we had a little shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the barn, Zander decided that he would like to help himself to some of StarFire's grain, so he hopped up on the milk stand.  StarFire wasn't too happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl07NfhgOnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/A5QTrWuQcz4/s1600-h/IMGP0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl07NfhgOnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/A5QTrWuQcz4/s320/IMGP0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358504234627119730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a dull moment with goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-2280212110501560720?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2280212110501560720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/alexzander.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/2280212110501560720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/2280212110501560720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/alexzander.html' title='Alexzander'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sl05dVma0CI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5ztFfurUkbo/s72-c/IMGP0437-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-4328628555538361598</id><published>2009-07-14T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:53:53.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Rain, Rain, Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;It rained all day yesterday; a fine, slow rain, but relentless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got about a half inch at home, but we weren't home, we were up to Minot and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our little Alexzander.  (I'd go out and take pics of him, but it's raining really hard right now, he he he.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we're in the &lt;a href="http://jamiebeau.homestead.com/MiniNubianBreed.html"&gt;MiniNubian&lt;/a&gt; business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MiniNubians are a smaller version of the full-sized Nubians that we currently have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start out by crossing a Nigerian buck with a Nubian doe.  You cross for a couple of generations until you end up with a smaller version of the Nubian that gives quite a bit more milk than a Nigerian, but is much smaller than the Nubian...AND eats much less, is easier to handle, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited to start breeding this relatively new breed of goats and see how things go.  It will be a new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all having a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-4328628555538361598?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/4328628555538361598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/4328628555538361598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/4328628555538361598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain, Rain, Rain'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-8915496254490564130</id><published>2009-07-14T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:42:01.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;We didn't do much yesterday.  A few things around the house, but otherwise, we relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana's been working hard, as always, so a little R&amp;R was what he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're going to pick up our little Nigerian buckling in Minot, so that should be fun.  I'll try and post pics tomorrow as I'm sure we'll be late getting home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-8915496254490564130?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8915496254490564130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8915496254490564130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8915496254490564130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-8767444210177136257</id><published>2009-07-12T09:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:32:50.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Blessed Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;We received a quarter inch of rain over night!  Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-8767444210177136257?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8767444210177136257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessed-rain_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8767444210177136257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8767444210177136257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessed-rain_14.html' title='Blessed Rain'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-6645684740083362452</id><published>2009-07-11T22:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:33:05.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Swimming in the Slough</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Around here, we have sloughs (pronounced sloo).  They're really no more than low places in the topography where water collects.  We &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; have them this year since we had all the snow and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This slough is about 200 yards from our driveway and I'm surprised that I have kept the girls away from it this long!  But, they finally had the thought that they now have their own private swimming pool, so, I'm a lifeguard. &lt;grin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah was with Daddy this afternoon, so it was just the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Mariah wasn't really too sure about the whole idea, but the girls had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlnkwtdN9eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xye7WL16_mQ/s1600-h/IMGP0429-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlnkwtdN9eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xye7WL16_mQ/s320/IMGP0429-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357564757220914658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Slnk3hXz9nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zz9H6NwWyNM/s1600-h/IMGP0414-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Slnk3hXz9nI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zz9H6NwWyNM/s320/IMGP0414-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357564874236098162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping off the culvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlnlCJqTmiI/AAAAAAAAAII/KWTk1cvCASw/s1600-h/IMGP0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlnlCJqTmiI/AAAAAAAAAII/KWTk1cvCASw/s320/IMGP0415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357565056849779234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlnlI1_i8hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1vssJN_fuyg/s1600-h/IMGP0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlnlI1_i8hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1vssJN_fuyg/s320/IMGP0417.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357565171829240338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good time was had by all, as I spent the time sitting in the van, parked on the road, reading my book.  I finished the book I was reading, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/features/isaacsstorm/index.html"&gt;Isaac's Storm: A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Hurricane in History&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  If any of you like non-fiction stories about weather, this is a GREAT book.  I highly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is about Isaac Cline, who was the chief meteorologist in Galveston, TX when the hurricane of September 8, 1900 hit.  It was the worst natural disaster in the United States and around 6000 people died that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only sour note was that about a half hour after we got home, the girls were covered in hives.  No idea what caused that!  Oh well, a little Benadryl fixed them up and I'm sure they'll sleep very well, he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-6645684740083362452?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/6645684740083362452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-in-slue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/6645684740083362452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/6645684740083362452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-in-slue.html' title='Swimming in the Slough'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlnkwtdN9eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xye7WL16_mQ/s72-c/IMGP0429-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-8545379484759536771</id><published>2009-07-08T22:13:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:39:51.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Kisses From Cookie Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Olivia and I had fun taking pictures this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlVmQ3y6EgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xG4rDVHpfs8/s1600-h/July+8th,+2009+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlVmQ3y6EgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xG4rDVHpfs8/s320/July+8th,+2009+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356299771868484098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie Monster, our newest little buckling, is doing very well.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViWXm1rOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H9OprHkuVOo/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViWXm1rOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/H9OprHkuVOo/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295468260633826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViTHcWdYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/v4p0TkPwXl8/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViTHcWdYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/v4p0TkPwXl8/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295412382070146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided that Olivia's nose looked tasty enough to take a sample of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViQIVdzxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2d7y4x6umFo/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViQIVdzxI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2d7y4x6umFo/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295361082019602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't look like Olivia enjoyed it that much though, hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViMT-RSeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8qKaVSBxDUs/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViMT-RSeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/8qKaVSBxDUs/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295295486478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViJEuFbJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VgloFUi5fGc/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViJEuFbJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VgloFUi5fGc/s320/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295239852453010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViFBhI8vI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QJXrjrRphiE/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViFBhI8vI/AAAAAAAAAG4/QJXrjrRphiE/s320/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295170273374962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViAas_EDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3RWg9s0YJpw/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlViAas_EDI/AAAAAAAAAGw/3RWg9s0YJpw/s320/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356295091134599218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Olivia's Oreo.  She LOVES this goat and Oreo loves her.  She was the first doeling born on our farm, so she's pretty special to all of us.  She should be kidding later this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlVi-5WbGUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jLd9n67Iia0/s1600-h/July+8th,+2009+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlVi-5WbGUI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jLd9n67Iia0/s320/July+8th,+2009+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356296164513356098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much today...just a lazy Wednesday at Swan-S Grove Farms &lt;grin&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having a little shower as I write this.  Lots of bad weather in other parts of the state.  I have a friend that lives south of Dickinson and it sounds as if there was rough weather there, so I pray she's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and Protect you all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-8545379484759536771?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8545379484759536771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/kisses-from-cookie-monster.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8545379484759536771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8545379484759536771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/kisses-from-cookie-monster.html' title='Kisses From Cookie Monster'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlVmQ3y6EgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/xG4rDVHpfs8/s72-c/July+8th,+2009+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-8951100039204175463</id><published>2009-07-07T21:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:41:49.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Blessed Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;We received rain today...finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had only sprinkles lately while north and south of us have received significant rain, and today was our turn, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to our rain gauge, we received a little over two inches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden is really taking off, but I'm a bit behind on weeding, so I won't take pictures. &lt;grin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Cookie Monster is doing wonderful.  His mama is giving good colostrum/milk, so he's slurping that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia and I worked on immunizing goats today.  We finished for now, but they will all need a booster for their pneumonia vaccination in about four weeks as this was their first shot.  After that, I'll immunize them once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-8951100039204175463?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8951100039204175463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessed-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8951100039204175463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8951100039204175463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessed-rain.html' title='Blessed Rain'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-7179520716758483205</id><published>2009-07-06T20:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:14:19.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fencing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Surprise in the Barn</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Well, Sunday, Dana and I finally were able to work on gates and fences.  We've been trying to get to it for weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard work, but it's so nice to have it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Olivia and I worked about half of our herd.  There were several who needed boosters of CD/T vaccine and we vaccinated about 2/3rd of them against pneumonia.  We'll finish the rest tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had to treat a few goats for coccidia.  They REALLY don't like the medicine.  It's really bitter.  We tried adding Stevia (which is a natural sweetener) and it actually did seem to help a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this evening, we went out to do chores and we found a surprise in the barn.  Can you guess what the surprise was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlKtKfmrndI/AAAAAAAAAFw/p3vTBhHcjp0/s1600-h/Surprise+in+the+Barn.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlKtKfmrndI/AAAAAAAAAFw/p3vTBhHcjp0/s320/Surprise+in+the+Barn.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355533302690979282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother is Daisy, and she has really been busy the last few years.  She's kidded four times in the last 28 months!  I guess she deserves a break!  I didn't realize that had happened, or I would have been more careful. However, I hadn't actually sat down and thought about how many times she had kidded until I began writing everything down in one place from my notes that were scattered here and there (notebooks, calendars, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kidded in January and I had actually dried her off after a few months because she wasn't really giving that much milk for some reason.  (I think it was just too cold this winter!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's going to give plenty of milk this time, though, because I milked out over a pint and a half of colostrum!  Little Cookie Monster drank over six ounces of Daisy's good, rich colostrum, so he's settled in for a nice nap with a full tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is going to call him Cookie Monster because his sister is named Oreo.  I thought it was a cute name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-7179520716758483205?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7179520716758483205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprise-in-barn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/7179520716758483205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/7179520716758483205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/surprise-in-barn.html' title='Surprise in the Barn'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlKtKfmrndI/AAAAAAAAAFw/p3vTBhHcjp0/s72-c/Surprise+in+the+Barn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-344020576749018777</id><published>2009-07-04T21:33:00.034-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:50:39.903-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Independance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Well, we decided to do something different this year rather than going to the Mandan 4th of July parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.fortmandan.com/planningyourvisit/interpretivecenter.asp"&gt;Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fortmandan.com/planningyourvisit/fortmandan.asp"&gt;Fort Mandan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day for being outside and the kids had a blast.  It made me think that we should do a unit on Lewis &amp; Clark! (always the homeschool mom, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a statue in front of the Interpretive Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlAcUWnDTLI/AAAAAAAAADg/6bHxTo5TTCE/s1600-h/Independance+Day,+2009+151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlAcUWnDTLI/AAAAAAAAADg/6bHxTo5TTCE/s320/Independance+Day,+2009+151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354811092935855282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Fort Mandan, the kids had tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlAcaHju09I/AAAAAAAAADo/yPAVeRyj3OQ/s1600-h/Independance+Day,+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlAcaHju09I/AAAAAAAAADo/yPAVeRyj3OQ/s320/Independance+Day,+2009+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354811191974613970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the MOST fun, though, dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia in her garb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCTn9Gkk7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/I5Pd_nAuiW0/s1600-h/Olivia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCTn9Gkk7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/I5Pd_nAuiW0/s320/Olivia.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354942271569826738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia and Mariah playing with the dishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCT0Ti3IoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zjagRTkgpz4/s1600-h/Sophia+and+Mimi+pretending.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCT0Ti3IoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zjagRTkgpz4/s320/Sophia+and+Mimi+pretending.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354942483752493698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCTi00-1MI/AAAAAAAAADw/CHEoZSFMdrU/s1600-h/Josiah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCTi00-1MI/AAAAAAAAADw/CHEoZSFMdrU/s320/Josiah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354942183449220290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Mariah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCT-0F5egI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v19Yc-PODI4/s1600-h/Mariah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCT-0F5egI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v19Yc-PODI4/s320/Mariah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354942664288074242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remember the other day, when I said that Mariah didn't remind me of any of the kids?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah looks so much like Olivia here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCUOHkW_rI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qFaHZ5iAjQ8/s1600-h/Mariah+looks+like+Liv!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCUOHkW_rI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/qFaHZ5iAjQ8/s320/Mariah+looks+like+Liv!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354942927214149298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Mandan is surrounded by trees and the grounds are beautiful.  Here's a shot of Josiah and Mariah that I thought was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCcvEvFX5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/11xIrZ1SImY/s1600-h/Independance+Day,+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCcvEvFX5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/11xIrZ1SImY/s320/Independance+Day,+2009+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354952289482530706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist taking some pics of the flowers that were growing on the grounds.  LOVE to photograph flowers, and orange is my FAVORITE color.  I just LOVE ORANGE FLOWERS, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCVT5dQvrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zy1CHIQrU48/s1600-h/Flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCVT5dQvrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zy1CHIQrU48/s320/Flowers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354944126017126066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Missouri_River"&gt;Missouri River&lt;/a&gt;.  There is only a 65 mile stretch where it's allowed to flow unfettered by dams and such, so it meanders across the prairie here flanked by beautiful trees and fauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a stand of &lt;a href="http://www.invasive.org/species/subject.cfm?sub=3022"&gt;Russian Olive&lt;/a&gt; trees with the Missouri River in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First cultivated in Germany in 1736, the Russian Olive tree was introduced into North America in the late 1800s, and subsequently naturalized into the wild. It is considered to be an invasive species because it has low seedling mortality rates therefore crowding out native vegetation in the wild. It often invades habitat on the banks of rivers where a stand of cottonwoods has died. (information taken from Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian Olive is one of my favorite trees, next to the cottonwood.  I know, I know!  Cottonwoods shed (it looked at times like a snowstorm) and the Russian Olive is an invasive species, but...well, I just like them.  There's no accounting for taste, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCXJ0ejofI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vBJ-Ixl4Ouc/s1600-h/Russian+Olive+Tree+by+the+Missouri+River.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCXJ0ejofI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vBJ-Ixl4Ouc/s320/Russian+Olive+Tree+by+the+Missouri+River.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354946151904944626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Missouri has a high level of silt, which it deposits as "sand bars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCYj1uPQbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4-R4B0SarnA/s1600-h/Missouri+River.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCYj1uPQbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4-R4B0SarnA/s320/Missouri+River.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354947698427380146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of random photos I took of the kids that I thought were interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah is so photogenic.  She has such a range of expressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCaHDc5i-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/FsH-1CGbF_c/s1600-h/My+Little+Mimi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCaHDc5i-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/FsH-1CGbF_c/s320/My+Little+Mimi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354949402919799778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCaOcgmQsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JB11WJAp_4I/s1600-h/Mariah+sitting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCaOcgmQsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JB11WJAp_4I/s320/Mariah+sitting.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354949529905283778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCacD-KImI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a-B1yPJd68k/s1600-h/Livi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCacD-KImI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/a-B1yPJd68k/s320/Livi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354949763836551778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photograph of my husband's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCaqQs4fZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k7MKDBoY9Nc/s1600-h/My+Husband%27s+Hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCaqQs4fZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/k7MKDBoY9Nc/s320/My+Husband%27s+Hands.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354950007771921810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands are strong, like my father's and grandfather's hands...the hands of a working man with the earth and grease embedded under the nails. He works so hard to provide for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture of Joey and his new bike!  Poor Joey has been riding girlie bikes, but not anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCa_-VOurI/AAAAAAAAAFg/D-SmJcF7Djk/s1600-h/Joey%27s+New+Bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlCa_-VOurI/AAAAAAAAAFg/D-SmJcF7Djk/s320/Joey%27s+New+Bike.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354950380797999794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I didn't bore you with all the pictures!  But, it takes a lot less time to look at them as it does to upload them, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a GREAT 4th of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-344020576749018777?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/344020576749018777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/independance-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/344020576749018777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/344020576749018777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/independance-day.html' title='Independance Day'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SlAcUWnDTLI/AAAAAAAAADg/6bHxTo5TTCE/s72-c/Independance+Day,+2009+151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-2238428079700414618</id><published>2009-07-02T15:40:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:49:53.987-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>My Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I decided that I needed to get some pictures of "my little man" on here since I had the picture of the three girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0bsptAM_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1B90kOKc9RA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0bsptAM_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1B90kOKc9RA/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353965985936192498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I worry that he gets lost in the shuffle, but he seems to be able to hold his own with his sisters, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0bxr3WBKI/AAAAAAAAADY/P8o4rACgGSc/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0bxr3WBKI/AAAAAAAAADY/P8o4rACgGSc/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353966072415782050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to go with his dad, too, so that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-2238428079700414618?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/2238428079700414618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-son.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/2238428079700414618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/2238428079700414618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-son.html' title='My Son'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0bsptAM_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1B90kOKc9RA/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-5649732185214941494</id><published>2009-07-02T14:16:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:20:13.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>More Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I just thought I would put in a few more pictures that I took with my new camera.  Did I mention that I LOVE it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of &lt;a href="http://extension.usu.edu/range/Grasses/foxtailbarley.htm"&gt;foxtail barley&lt;/a&gt; that grows everywhere!  My goats don't like it, but I think it's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0Lm3xhm4I/AAAAAAAAADI/v7arOC1TfeE/s1600-h/Foxtail+Barley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0Lm3xhm4I/AAAAAAAAADI/v7arOC1TfeE/s320/Foxtail+Barley.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353948294447995778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy photographing nature as much or more than my kids, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the goat kids frolicking.  They're so funny.  When one of them gets a wild hair, it just takes off running with ears flying everywhere.  Then any baby in close proximity takes off with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0K3YZYjII/AAAAAAAAACo/eeiVLtQhczg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0K3YZYjII/AAAAAAAAACo/eeiVLtQhczg/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353947478571388034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0KvpuigGI/AAAAAAAAACg/h_cuKs0J1Uk/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0KvpuigGI/AAAAAAAAACg/h_cuKs0J1Uk/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353947345784569954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0KpSyJbgI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ca2cIRBPbvU/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0KpSyJbgI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ca2cIRBPbvU/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353947236546473474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0KiltJhCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kCzQPjPCpNI/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0KiltJhCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kCzQPjPCpNI/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353947121366696994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of pictures of my youngest.  It's been hard for me to figure out who she looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0LFjEuyuI/AAAAAAAAADA/ursntVXIDmc/s1600-h/Mariah,+Joey,+and+Soap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0LFjEuyuI/AAAAAAAAADA/ursntVXIDmc/s320/Mariah,+Joey,+and+Soap.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353947721955724002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0LBeatUpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cTcUCFsOfKU/s1600-h/Mariah+in+the+Grass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0LBeatUpI/AAAAAAAAAC4/cTcUCFsOfKU/s320/Mariah+in+the+Grass.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353947651986248338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0K8nprG-I/AAAAAAAAACw/4U_afYEIkBA/s1600-h/Mariah+and+her+kitten.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0K8nprG-I/AAAAAAAAACw/4U_afYEIkBA/s320/Mariah+and+her+kitten.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353947568565591010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you are watching your child and there are fleeting moments when you say, "Oh, that reminded me of my brother!" or "When she looks like that, she looks just like her sister!"  Well, that never happens to me with Mariah, lol.  She doesn't remind me of anyone.  She's just...HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-5649732185214941494?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5649732185214941494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pictures.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5649732185214941494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5649732185214941494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sk0Lm3xhm4I/AAAAAAAAADI/v7arOC1TfeE/s72-c/Foxtail+Barley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-7979158765132957302</id><published>2009-07-01T21:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:20:40.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>What is an SLE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;My good friend Dawn asked what an SLE is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The single-lens reflex (SLR) camera uses an automatic moving mirror system which allows the photographer to see exactly what will be captured by the film or digital imaging system, as opposed to non-SLR cameras where the view through the viewfinder could be significantly different from what was captured on film. (information taken from WikiPedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of camera that you can change the lenses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-7979158765132957302?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7979158765132957302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-sle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/7979158765132957302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/7979158765132957302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-sle.html' title='What is an SLE?'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-188578417900204220</id><published>2009-07-01T18:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:51:19.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Been Away for a Few Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;We had a little mishap with the camera, so I didn't have pictures to post...the most important part, he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my computer was acting up, so I took it to the computer hospital, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bismarck today, I bought myself a brand new digital SLE camera.  OH MY GOSH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Pentax since I already had lenses.  (That's the brand of SLE I currently own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of My Three Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkwYfeK26_I/AAAAAAAAACI/P72PidSpYEs/s1600-h/My+Three+Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkwYfeK26_I/AAAAAAAAACI/P72PidSpYEs/s320/My+Three+Girls.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353680985990294514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-188578417900204220?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/188578417900204220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-away-for-few-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/188578417900204220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/188578417900204220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/07/been-away-for-few-days.html' title='Been Away for a Few Days'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkwYfeK26_I/AAAAAAAAACI/P72PidSpYEs/s72-c/My+Three+Girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-5916347439194733294</id><published>2009-06-28T22:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:52:32.908-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Week End</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;It was a busy week end here with odds and ends being the rule of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we went to the Braddock 125th Anniversary celebration.  We went to the parade but didn't stay long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really a big fan of parades, but Dana likes them, so we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, Dana and I hauled several loads of gravel to repair some of the damage done in these wonderful spring rains that we've been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got everything ready to work on gates and fence, and then Sunday morning, Dana got a call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that the guy who was hired to haul combine Dana sold over the winter was here and needed some help loading the combine and header.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This turned into an eight hour ordeal and Dana wasn't able to work on the gates and fence which was a HORRIBLE disappointment to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage to blade the driveway, so that's one thing off our list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a mishap with the camera, so no pictures for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a great week end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-5916347439194733294?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5916347439194733294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-week-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5916347439194733294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5916347439194733294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-week-end.html' title='Busy Week End'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-7602494660967110680</id><published>2009-06-27T06:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:53:17.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>A Little Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;We had a little rain shower last night.  According to the radar, there was LOTS of rain all around us, but we only got about .2" right here on the homestead.  I would venture a guess that even some of our fields got more or less rain than we did right here at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how that can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, things were pretty unremarkable on the home front yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two does that I think are going to kid any day now.  he he he  But, sometimes, "any day now" turns into a month, lol.  I thought that with the front going through, that might send one or both of them into labor, but no such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, we're planning on going to Braddock for the celebration there.  There's a parade and all kinds of things going on.  Hopefully, they didn't get too much rain so it's a mess when we get there.  I guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-7602494660967110680?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7602494660967110680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-shower.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/7602494660967110680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/7602494660967110680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-shower.html' title='A Little Shower'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-742293708956336357</id><published>2009-06-25T20:58:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:53:59.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Thursday at Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Today was somewhat of a strange day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning was rocky as we LOST two baby goats!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one lose two baby goats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm glad you asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls decided to sleep in the tent on the porch last night and they had taken three of the baby goats into the tent with them.  The other two were in the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when Olivia went in to feed them this morning, she couldn't find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately assumed the worst...that they had somehow escaped and been eaten by coyotes or something equally dire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I finally settled down and figured out that there was NO WAY they could have escaped from the barn without help.  So, I asked my two youngest if they had gone in and let the baby goats out and they finally admitted that they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were back to missing baby goats, but at least we knew how they had gotten out of the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched EVERYWHERE.  We walked the pastures; we looked in the tall grass around the house; we even walked the tree stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my daughters found them snuggled under the deck...safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we fed them and finished chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana decided that today would be a good day for FSA (Farm Service Agency) paperwork.  We drove down to Linton, then back home for dinner.  Then, we decided to go to Napoleon to do insurance paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in Napoleon, my friend Sharon called and said that the keets (baby guineas) had arrived in the Post Office in Edgeley and that she was at the hospital with her daughter and would not be able to pick them up.  We had made a deal to split an order of keets since you have to order quite a few so they'll survive the shipment.  Neither of us need 50 guineas, so we decided to split the order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the keets.  Aren't they cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQudZnIWPI/AAAAAAAAABg/qdcl8whqUFM/s1600-h/baby+keets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQudZnIWPI/AAAAAAAAABg/qdcl8whqUFM/s320/baby+keets.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351453339849087218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought them home and got them settled in, then Olivia and I finished chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the baby goats had full tummies, they all settled in for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of them had snuggled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQwsyAh5BI/AAAAAAAAABo/noB5yTCQj_k/s1600-h/full+tummys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQwsyAh5BI/AAAAAAAAABo/noB5yTCQj_k/s320/full+tummys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351455803119363090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, another one decided that he would sure like to snuggle down with them.  "Hey, let me in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQw6mLTV5I/AAAAAAAAABw/FsGky_fW0MM/s1600-h/let+me+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQw6mLTV5I/AAAAAAAAABw/FsGky_fW0MM/s320/let+me+in.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351456040461490066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he gave up and lay down for a snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQxE72nb7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VTkepBMmiRA/s1600-h/i+give+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQxE72nb7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/VTkepBMmiRA/s320/i+give+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351456218078998450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was Thursday at our house.  How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-742293708956336357?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/742293708956336357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-at-our-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/742293708956336357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/742293708956336357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-at-our-house.html' title='Thursday at Our House'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkQudZnIWPI/AAAAAAAAABg/qdcl8whqUFM/s72-c/baby+keets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-443582783062107832</id><published>2009-06-23T19:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:54:39.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CAE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>A Visit From Friends &amp; CAE Testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Today was a wonderful day!  How wonderful to visit with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Endine came to day with her three sons and her beautiful little daughter who was just born last Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO appreciated her because she's so bold and fearless and yet so incredibly kind and giving at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is my friend who LOVES to draw blood and she loves to disbud.  It doesn't bother her at all.  In fact, she gets a great deal of satisfaction from doing a job and seeing it done.  AND, she's incredibly good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep a closed herd and I test every year for &lt;a href="http://www.goatworld.com/articles/cae/cae-waddl.shtml"&gt;CAE&lt;/a&gt;.  Last year, I did a biosecurity profile on my goats and tested for several diseases that are commonly found in goats in the United States that are passed from goat to goat and can cause death in goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm also pregnancy testing some of the goats that should have been bred, but I'm not sure about and also some goats that I bought that were with bucks, but aren't bred for certain.  I'm excited to find out the results of those tests as that will tell me what to expect for the rest of the summer, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose that I should go out and milk.  I hear Tova calling to me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Tova, I guess I'll post the obligatory udder pics of my Tova.  She's looking SO wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkF1PPeOeqI/AAAAAAAAABY/d3MPphIb7tQ/s1600-h/Tova%27s+Udder,+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkF1PPeOeqI/AAAAAAAAABY/d3MPphIb7tQ/s320/Tova%27s+Udder,+side.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350686737004657314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkF1Kxt0YKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/e0E1GsSfvzo/s1600-h/Tova%27s+Udder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkF1Kxt0YKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/e0E1GsSfvzo/s320/Tova%27s+Udder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350686660297515170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-443582783062107832?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/443582783062107832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/visit-from-friends-cae-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/443582783062107832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/443582783062107832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/visit-from-friends-cae-testing.html' title='A Visit From Friends &amp; CAE Testing'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkF1PPeOeqI/AAAAAAAAABY/d3MPphIb7tQ/s72-c/Tova%27s+Udder,+side.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-5741075265395677937</id><published>2009-06-23T06:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:55:21.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kaia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Sleeping In the Tent</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;My girls received a little tent from their Aunt Diana for Christmas last year.  We had it set up in the front room for most of January, but Daddy got tired of that and finally made us take it down.  (He's no fun at all, lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it's finally getting warm enough that the girls have been asking to sleep outside in the tent and we finally relented a couple of nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell since it's draped in sheets, but it's actually a little green tent that looks like a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkDBypXcpGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/19kdrODni8g/s1600-h/Tent+and+Kaia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkDBypXcpGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/19kdrODni8g/s320/Tent+and+Kaia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350489433157968994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Kaia there on the right.  She always looks so sad when she's quiet.  I guess that's the look of the Great Pyrenees.  When she's up playing with the kids, though she looks more happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get a shot of them when they slept outside last night.  Then, they were on the deck, but I guess they're getting more brave because they slept about 50 yards from the house last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkDCeNi_yvI/AAAAAAAAABA/MmNf1rgeoNE/s1600-h/Sleeping+in+the+Tent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkDCeNi_yvI/AAAAAAAAABA/MmNf1rgeoNE/s320/Sleeping+in+the+Tent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350490181604461298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look like little angels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here's a shot of several of the adult does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkDD8UNBO-I/AAAAAAAAABI/5zz5VSdqylE/s1600-h/Some+of+the+Goats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkDD8UNBO-I/AAAAAAAAABI/5zz5VSdqylE/s320/Some+of+the+Goats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350491798299032546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-5741075265395677937?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/5741075265395677937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleeping-in-tent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5741075265395677937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/5741075265395677937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/sleeping-in-tent.html' title='Sleeping In the Tent'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/SkDBypXcpGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/19kdrODni8g/s72-c/Tent+and+Kaia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-7452734956013394392</id><published>2009-06-21T21:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:56:11.602-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fencing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>Fencin' on Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Things were a little laid back today, but I did get some fencing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has goats know that fencing is really a challenge with goats.  I've tried quite a few different things and I have settled on cattle panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people call them stockade panels, some people call them cattle panels.  They're four feet tall and 16 feet long; semi-rigid and the holes are smaller at the bottom working to 4'X4' by the time you reach the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like them because I can work with them myself.  I've been wiring them to the existing T-posts a little at a time.  I have the buck pen finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buck pen is also where we're keeping our LGD (livestock guard dog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "little" Kaia is a &lt;a href="http://www.goldstrikeboergoats.com/Pages/Livestock-Guardian-Dogs/Great-Pyrenees.asp?pid=5&amp;f=B&amp;fbid=16"&gt;Great Pyrenees&lt;/a&gt;.  We got her a couple of weeks ago, and I cannot believe how big she has become in that short a time.  We've been learning as we go along.  We have her broke from chewing on the kittens, but, she REALLY likes our chickens a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and get a picture of her online tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby goats are growing every day.  We try to have Kaia spend as much supervised time with them as possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older goats are learning to tolerate her, but it certainly has been a slow process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tova, my goat that kidded with triplets, is continuing to give about eight pounds a day.  My two first fresheners, Clarabelle and Emily, are each giving between two and three pounds a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you keep milk records, you measure the milk in pounds.  A gallon of milk is roughly eight pounds; a quart is about two pounds; a half gallon weighs about four pounds, etc.  So, between the three of them, I milked a little over 12 pounds of milk today which is a gallon and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close for now.  Hope everyone had a wonderful Father's Day.  We went to his father's house for evening meal.  The kids had fun playing with their cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-7452734956013394392?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/7452734956013394392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/fencin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/7452734956013394392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/7452734956013394392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/fencin.html' title='Fencin&apos; on Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-8988845536656775779</id><published>2009-06-20T11:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:57:10.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goats'/><title type='text'>New Baby Goats</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;This has been an exciting week as we have had five new baby goats born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, our doe Tova kidded with triplets.  This is her second freshening, so we're very excited to see how she milks.  Already, she's milking about a gallon a day!  She comes from a nice line of heavy milkers, so this is what we expected from her.  She had two bucklings and a doeling, so hopefully, her little doeling will grow up to be just like her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday and Thursday, we had sisters kid.  One had a doeling and one had a buckling.  Mommas are doing well...a little shy about getting on the stanchion, but better every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bottle feed our babies, so they bond to humans rather than their mothers.  It's a lot of work, but this is the choice that we've made for our farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of them all waiting "patiently" for their milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sj0D3gFjsGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/md-bqfs3dOM/s1600-h/wheres_the_milk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sj0D3gFjsGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/md-bqfs3dOM/s320/wheres_the_milk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349436184426950754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-8988845536656775779?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8988845536656775779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-baby-goats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8988845536656775779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8988845536656775779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-baby-goats.html' title='New Baby Goats'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZaygqE37a5k/Sj0D3gFjsGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/md-bqfs3dOM/s72-c/wheres_the_milk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833819547648273577.post-8210628044820681565</id><published>2009-06-19T08:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:56:52.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a Farm Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;I would really like to share the things that happen on a day-to-day basis at our farm.  There are lots of us out there that are doing this now, and it's so fun to see how everyone's farm works differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Tamera and I live in rural North Dakota.  I'm a doctor, but I don't practice in an office anymore.  Now, I live at home with my four children and we homeschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my own farm.  (My husband is a farmer/rancher.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dairy goats, chickens, guinea fowl, and kitties galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone had told me ten years ago that in ten years, I would be home with my four children with a farm of my own, I would have laughed.  But, I love my life.  It's hard work, but the rewards are AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get this program figured out this week end and then try and blog a little each evening with a picture or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833819547648273577-8210628044820681565?l=tamerasvanes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/feeds/8210628044820681565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-farm-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8210628044820681565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833819547648273577/posts/default/8210628044820681565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamerasvanes.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-farm-blog.html' title='Starting a Farm Blog'/><author><name>Tamera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381235847159519699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U88omUdTZ_g/Ty7vcnkc4jI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mBQI9RC0-VE/s220/New%2BPhoto.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
