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Someone was sending up flares in the woods behind the house last night. We heard a first volley of shots then what sounded like individual gunfire. We all hurried down to the cellar. We would sleep down there, but it is only a small dirt floor cellar under the kitchen.


While we were having lunch, James' future FIL stopped by and said his sons and their friends had "Cleaned out a nest of squatters". He didn't elaborate, and we preferred not to know any more. He said he thought the boys had got them all and the boys were going to use the front end loader to bury them so we should hear the machine in there this afternoon and not worry.


Can I go back to bed, in my own bed at my own little farm and everything be "normal" again?

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Okay... here's most of what I've got so far. I went ahead and did a little financial "gee, it'd sure be nice if..." although when my DH read over this, he pointed out that there was a good chance that

FOUND IT...   Mt Rider... This is the scenario that I dreamed about the other day!!    Funny how this is the one that has stuck with me the most, and I never even commented on it o

I looked up and realized I'd been typing for close to three hours. Then I got interrupted and lost the post.

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We've all been running on fumes lately. My last doe kidded with twin doelings. That makes 8 doelings and 5 bucklings from 8 does this yr. My herd of does just doubled! Plus I have that very nice buck. I'll put him on his daughters this fall, but for the gdaughters I'll need another buck.


We had a storm last night. Lot of hail and wind but only 1/2 inch of rain. The wind ripped the tarp half off the hoop house and knocked over some older sheds. It also took out several windows. I guess the sash wood was weak. Those were some of the few windows that were original to the house. We had to replace a lot of windows when we moved in but were hoping these could wait till things were calmer. The wind ripped some metal sheets of the roof too.


The travelers have slowed the last 24 hrs. Less than half the number came by as the day before. Don't know if this is a sign they are petering out or just a slight lull. We are picking up some news, but nobody is covering news on refugees or displaced persons, at least, not that we have found.


We planted potatoes on St Patrick's day and we all wore green and acted silly. It was a nice relief from the pressure. I even dragged out some canned corn beef and some dried cabbage to have with our potatoes. Potatoes were dried because we are not eating ANY of the fresh ones. They are all being planted. Cabbage, lettuce, carrots, turnips, Kale, parsnips, kohlrabi, are all in too. I started tomato and pepper plants inside.


James found two young children in the woods with no adults around. He brought them home. Boy about 6 and girl about 5. I told everyone to WATCH them, particularly at night. They are to sleep in the girls room and we will be locking that door from the outside until we are sure they are not going to get up in the night and open a door for someone. An adult MUST keep an eye on them during the day too.


Hope the harvest is a good one. We may not have supplies to go another yr if the harvest fails this yr.

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A bicycle messenger arrives from me:




My friend scratched up a connection to a fishery that's converting to catfish only. With an order of catfish, they will deliver practically free crawdads, tilapia, fathead minnows, bass, bream, crappie, and/or bluegill. I think it's too cold here for tilapia to do well, but I plan to get a variety of fry including plenty of catfish and crawdads. The minimum delivery is based on one surface acre, meaning it's way, way more than I can raise in my rubber swimming pool. Digging a pond has just risen in priority, but it's not going to happen yet, so you're welcome to all those leftover baby fish.


They're delivering thirty miles away, over by the highway exit, and you know how much bad news is coming from that area. If you want in, please send an armed guard, two gallons of diesel if you have it, and one barrel to transport each kind of fish you want. Assemble at the tipi after supper on Friday and plan to spend the night. The truck leaves before dawn on Saturday. If enough people want in, we'll take two trucks.

Remember that the fry can live in bathtubs or barrels for a while in this cold weather, if you don't let them suffocate.

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MtRiders want in! Bro has pond digging equipment for as long as the diesel holds out...btw. Our fisher friends too.


Good....er, 'catch', Ambergris!





MtRider -- yeah, MtRiders are moving into their properties and Bro just arrived. (I haven't posted yet tho)

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Hope the Maui folk get here soon! News isn't too good between here and the west coast.


Going to try to get an aquaponics set up started if we can get the greenhouse going. Right now, a LOT of energy is going into cutting and carrying goat feed. We don't dare let them out and we NEED the milk. It is hard because the goats themselves can utilize very lowgrowing, small plants this time of yr and those are very hard for humans to harvest. We plan on putting up hay this summer, but that doesn't help now. At least the trees are starting to leaf out here and there, mostly in sheltered, low lying areas. Lots of elm seed too, so we are concentrating on picking as much as that as possible. People can eat elm seed, it is rather tasty, and the livestock can all use it.


A few less travelers going thru today. Hope it keeps dropping.

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Our remaining road kids are being very, very quiet this evening. This morning a trio of them was trying to explain that I couldn't make them work all the *%&! time and that moreover I could not make them leave if they refused to work. They had rights. They're just kids. Their "job" is school. I told them that yes, I could. The one who sat down in the middle of the kitchen floor and crossed her arms was bodily carried up the driveway and dropped over the gate onto the road. The other two followed, protesting that they were going to call child protection services. They were going to call the sheriff. They were going to call their real moms. They were going to TELL! The second of the three opened the gate at the driveway and told the first girl to come back in, that we couldn't make her go. My son grabbed him by the hoodie and the waistband and pitched him over the open gate. The third--only ten, poor thing--burst into tears and said they hadn't meant it. But they had, or the oldest (his sister) had. She stood in the road, cussing me and everyone else and me again. The middle one had gone pale and quiet, looking from the girl to us and back. Too late, kid. In times like these, the things you do really do matter. At least they'd had breakfast. The youngest crept through the gate and it was gently shut behind him.


And incidents like that is why only the original people I brought along know where the main food stash is hidden.


Also, after yet another conflict with yet another group of refugees, we had to put up a triple line of barbed wire along the side of the road and set a guard in a sandbag bunker. It's awful, thinking of those people wandering down the road with no place to go, but each person is as destructive as a horde of rats. We keep a five-gallon bucket of drinking water at the end of the driveway, but we can't let these people come onto the land and take up our time arguing about whether their need for chicken dinner outweighs our property rights in a laying hen. One of those women pulled a knife on my son. He doesn't know if he broke her wrist or what, but he had to work to get her back onto the road. We can't count on these people being reasonable or being unarmed. Never again.


Maintaining one person requires, roughly, one to two acres of arable land, if every foot of ground is skillfully used and no crop failures occur. People who get by on less are depending on someone else's land: either they're hunting/foraging on say state forest land, or they're scavenging, or they're swapping/selling to people who use money--again, effectively using someone else's land.


Maybe we can be hospitable when we're able to use more of the land on this place, but right now we're all on a steep learning curve and can't really utilize all our resources.

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Midmorning Saturday snapshot:


I am rocking my cousin's colicky grandbaby and trying not to cough.

Baby's mother, whose nerve needed a rest, is in the reclining bike, pedaling away to run the washer's piston while reading the book propped on the bike's reading stand. I don't know her very well, but I do very well know the exhaustion and desperation of dealing with a colicky baby.

Two kids are hanging diapers and other bleachables--the morning's first wash--on the line.

15-year-old, wearing ear buds, is tanning hides from squirrels and some rodent-like creature that tripped one of his traps.

My older son just came in from patrol and is skinning the three feral dogs his team brought in. That's probably forty pounds of meat, plus bones for tool handles and grinding, plus hides and brains for the 15-year-old to work with.

The mom I brought with me is darning the sleeve of someone's sweater. A group of kids around her is reciting the times table while struggling over their knitting needles. We do allow something of a break on the Sabbath of each kid's choice, but we don't do weekends.

Downs girl #1 is hugging a gallon jar half full of cream while dancing in the sun. Not an efficient way to make butter, but at least she's got a strap on the jar so it can't hit the ground unless she falls down.

Downs girl #2 is on the porch floor right beside me, flea-combing a cat. She should be grooming the cows right now, but since the cows are groomed every day, at least once, I don't see a reason to complain about when she does it. She keeps busy, that's for sure.

My friend is supervising at least one fairly complicated-sounding project in the kitchen and the area we call a back porch. Her kitchen, when complete, will be the size of my whole cottage. But for right now mine is more workable. It's Saturday, so she's speaking only French and responding only when addressed in some semblance of French. One of the road kids is Haitian; while her Kreyol is not French, it's close enough to bond the two of them. The kids who hang out with them are learning French a lot faster and more effectively than I ever managed.

An angry road kid who seems to frequently need violent action to get her yayas out is splitting wood under the loose supervision of my friend's husband, who is rigging a toy windmill to pump air through a length of hose. Hopefully, the air bubbling out of that hose will sufficiently aerate a 50-gallon barrel of catfish.

My younger son, who has his own yayas to get out, is using his hammer and anvil to bust up bones for the grinder. His girlfriend sits nearby, mending a pair of jeans and keeping him company.

The 3800 gallon rubber swimming pool has been erected in the nearest pasture and is being filled bucket by bucket in anticipation of the fish coming in. But the well only produces so much water per hour, and we don't want to pump it dry. Even if we scrimp on other water use, we will need a few more days to fill the pool.

The old lady, whose name we still don't know, is poking around in the orchard for some reason. Two of the very young children who've attached themselves to her are shooting peeled-twig arrows with their toy bows, while a diapered tagalong is vrroom vrooming with his truck.

Five of the kids ages 11-13 or so are spreading manure. They've advised me they can't WAIT until they can use a cow to haul the cart. I nodded. Soon. Definitely next year when the pastures should be in much better condition. Right now the cows' job is eating enough to keep that milk flowing.

Hens and chicks, the ones not currently working in the chicken tractor, are ranging across the lawn under my dog's watchful eye, crooning as they scratch among the weeds. I love that sound.

My vehicle mechanic is off with the group fetching the fish. He may have a bad back, but he can shoot like nobody's business and he can keep vehicles running. He's not a big fan of fish and doesn't see why I want fish closer than the lake, but he's willing to humor me.

A ten-year-old with a scarred-up leg and a stump of a foot has taken over as my shepherd. The girl who was tending the sheep before was caught riding them after she was told not to. The boy has a pan flute he's supposed to play all the time to let us know where he is and that he's okay. He's found out that this takes an awful lot of wind, but he does work at it and does get embarrassed when he's been quiet so long that people go looking for him. I think he likes being away from the rest of the chores, being able to sit and read whatever he likes for most of the day, and being able to carry a pistol like a grown up.

The dad from across the street is nailing hand-split shingles to the roof of the cabin he's built right up close to the road. His daughter is up there helping. Her hunters-orange safety harness practically glows in the spring sunlight.

It's spring by the calendar. I'm used to setting out my tomatoes in the ground a week before this, but my tiny seedlings are all under glass, with fresh manure to keep them warm. When are we going to stop waking up to a glitter of frost on the ground?

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It was a busy morning and hubby and I along with our escorts didn’t get away until mid morning. Mrs. B packed a lunch for us so we could eat on the way. We had piglets, rabbits, some Cornish hens and their babies we were taking with us. The Cornish hens had produced well and we had more than we could handle right now so we are sharing, now just to find everyone. Our sheriff knows their sheriff so he has made some phone calls and has made arrangements for us to stay in one the local’s barn for the night so as payment we are taking them a goat.


This will be a long trip because after we leave Mt.Rider we plan on heading to next largest town and looking for medical supplies and a fabric store. It is almost a day’s drive to the town we want to visit. A gave me a list of stuff that we really need to replace and stuff he would like to add to the stock. I noticed he had added whiskey to the list. I hope we can find that it may cost more than the fencing when we do. Maybe we need to set up a still and make our own.


TJ and Bishop was in the suburban with us and they voiced their concern about travelling with animals to people we hardly knew. I explained that had it not been for Mt. Rider we would not be here. That I had met her through Mrs. S and we had become good friends. She had told us about the tax sale and we jumped at the chance to have land. They still were not sold on the idea but they saw I was not bending on this. Hey at least I had agreed to their armed escort. Geezzz. We were traveling in a group of three. The front vehicle was the jeep and there were 3 guys there all armed then us in the suburban then the pick-up behind us. The animals were in crates in the back of the suburban. The jeep and truck had a couple of cans of gas just in case.


Along the way we past several groups on foot and a bunch of burned out vehicles. Hummm maybe TJ had a point after all. Oh well too late now we were almost there. He wasn’t too pleased when hubby told him about the trip we were taking once we dropped off the animals.


Just as we got to the edge of town the phone buzzed it was a message from P with a list of supplies we needed for the animals. Mostly it was mineral and salt blocks as well as wormer and other first aid supplies for them. He said check for food also. I did a quick tally of the cash I had on me and started make a list and prioritizing it. I knew hubby had cash as well as everyone else but I had the most and I really didn’t want to touch the other stashes just yet. What TJ didn’t know he was sitting on a stash of silver coins that we could use for trade but only hubby and I knew about it.


We stopped in town and checked in with the sheriff and he gave us directions to the 3 farms and assured me that they had all arrived safely. He and hubby chatted for a while and hubby introduced all the guys. The sheriff was pleased to see that we were not traveling alone and unarmed. It seems their little town was having some of the same problems as ours; which is to be expected I guess, times were tough and were only going to get tougher. People were not used to living like this; we are creatures of habit and comfort. We are used to going to store and getting what we need and want any time day or night. Now things have changed. Supplies were not getting through and when they did money didn’t go as far as it used to and there was no swiping of the little plastic cards. It was cold hard cash or no deal.

It was late and the sheriff gave us directions and we headed out. The wife was thrilled especially when she found out the female goat was ready to milk.

The moon was well over in the western sky when the call came. There had been trouble and several of our guys were injured, and we were needed back now. Hubby rousted the rest of the guys and I put a call into the sheriff he said he would be right there.


We fed and watered the animals and divided them up so the sheriff could deliver them for us. Each person was getting a three rabbits – a buck and 2 does, a dozen Cornish hens and 3 piglets so they could start their own rabbit and pork production. With each I sent some food and quickly jotted down notes of what I had been doing and how I had been feeding them. Hopefully they will know better ways to care for them. I had been going by the Encyclopedia of Country Living.

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Awww, wish we could have seen you! Sorry to hear of the troubles that turned you around to run back for home. Let us know how that turned out.


THANK YOU for the livestock. We've got more family and their friends coming in soon. So we've been collecting what we could and this will really help. Several family groups that came in with me have no livestock. We're trying to make sure every farm has at least enough laying chickens to supply their needs. Getting just the basic ones started will help when the stores are completely not resupplied or too dangerous to travel there anymore. Even our little ones locally. The time is coming, obviously. :o


Cornish is a breed none of us has in our section. :feedme: Needed another meat breed! :thumbs: We'll all try to get a good breed stock going to keep the different breeds. Never know which of them will prove more hardy in this locale. Eventually, they adapt or die off. Same with the rabbits, for sure. I've only got the New Zealand.


We're just expanding poultry into the other shed. Trying to make room for what we acquired at the Friday night auction, until Bro gets his poultry areas cleaned and moves his birds. A bit here and there when opportunity presents.



MtRider [ hmmm, where did I leave off posting what I've written? I've kept on writing the MtRider's story but I'm way behind in posting....but still only on Day 5 or 6 in writing. ] :lol:

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CGA gets a present: a skid-mounted cage, 34 inches high on the inside, six feet wide and ten feet long, made of galvanized hog wire. You can put two or three goats in it and let them browse while keeping them completely enclosed and secure. They can eat right through the wire. There's a slot along the side to slide in a 1/4 inch panel of plywood for a steady floor so they can ride along inside while you pull the cage where you want it, or you can position the cage and then lead the goats to it. Your choice. Let at least a few of them feed themselves instead of breaking your back to stuff every one of them.

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Note: while dropping a dog into the fish pool is an effective way to aerate the water for the baby fish, it's a mean thing to do. That water is cold. If the wind isn't blowing, get on the bike that has the laundry plunger on it and get to pedaling.


I am quite pleased by the haul of fish. Since we got odds and ends of various hatches, they're not all the same size or age, but most of the fingerlings are bigger than I'd expected. We smoked and dried the fish that died on the trip. The cats were fascinated.


The potatoes are shin high and beginning to bush out, even though a couple of the frosts have singed them. We're eating snow peas, spinach, and beet greens, to give variety to our steady diet of canned vegetables and sprouts. The garlic, Brussels sprouts, and soup carrots look great, but they're of course months away from being ready to eat.


The ginger and galanga half-barrels aren't showing any green, but I didn't expect them to yet. The turmeric barrel is sprouting nicely. The taro has sprouted twice and been knocked back by frost. We wanted to wait the last of the girasole to plant once the soil was good and warm, but it sprouted in storage. So we're planting that out as soon as the full moon is past. I have never been much for planting by the moon, but the guys want to and I see no reason to thwart them.


The onion seeds did not sprout at all. We'll try the rest of the seed in another two weeks, and if that doesn't come good we'll call it a wash. There are of course seed onions, but only two rows. When I was buying bundles of baby onions, I was not thinking of feeding near this many people. We'll have to find someone who has a bumper crop and work out a trade.


The poppies are sprouting and look rather like tiny carrot plants in their ten by ten plots. We'll plant another two plots of them later, in case something is wrong with our timing.


I didn't expect the valerian to do well, but it seems intent on proving me wrong. Go, valerian!


Something got into the asparagus the other night and snapped off a lot of the spears. We've put a bit of fencing over the plot and piled a lot of cat hair combings in it. Maybe that will ward off another visit. We don't need that asparagus this year, but it might be essential to our diet next year or the next.


Success with sprouting the various herbs from seed is decidedly mixed. It might just be too cold for most of them as yet. I'm kind of glad we've only planted a quarter of each seed packet, for most of them.


In the greenhouse, the peppers, melons, and squash are thriving. Some of the tomatoes are sulking, but some have already outgrown their peat pellets and had to be up-potted. We're not going to up-pot them again, or up-pot any more--they're going into the ground next. We are mixing the various kinds of determinates to cross pollinate. We're probably also going to mix the indeterminate full sized, the various indeterminate plums, and the various cherry tomatoes to try to get a type of our own. I hear that tomatoes resist crossing, but there's no harm in trying.


The various cuttings are rooting nicely, for the most part. I'm particularly pleased that the tea camellia cuttings are rooting. The tea from the mother plant's buds isn't as good as what I used to could buy, but it's got caffeine.


One patch of sweet corn has been sown. Two more will go in patches between the house and the barn, at three-week intervals. We want to separate the sweet from the field corn and the Chinese baby corn. The pencil cob, my favorite roasting and freezing corn, will have its own patches (yes, two). For field corn we've got Oaxacan green, which is somewhat drought resistant, more pencil-cob because I like it, a lot of Reid's for high productivity, Trucker's Favorite, Hickory King, some multicolored corn I was given, and some yellow corn I found in an old shed. We've decided to blend the field corn and grow it all together, sown fairly thickly, in 20 foot by 20 foot patches order to develop a landrace particularly suited to this ground. Given the variety of maturity dates, (the hickory king tassels a month or more after the Oaxacan green, for example) the types will remain somewhat distinct for the first few years. We're also saving back seed for next year, in case of crop failure.


Discussion of how to grow the popcorn has not reached consensus. I'm not terribly concerned about it.


We've decided to separate the beans somewhat, but not to get upset when they eventually get to crossing on their own. We're growing the vining beans along the edges of the sunflower and corn fields. The bush beans get their own patches. Not a whole 10 by 10, though. I don't have enough plowed ground for that.


New green is showing all through the overseeded pastures. The barbed wire perimeter fence is up, following the line of the existing fence.


We've got both cane bamboo and timber bamboo corms now. Need to adjust the planting charts to accommodate.


Cautiously optimistic here.

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Its a good movie that just came out....... America's doom, but very good according to a conservative lady I know, current. Am going to wait to see it on netflix.


Ok, caught up reading. Mt Rider you were just about to pull into your property. I have sections to add too. I was just thinking I settled in PA.... virtual trades going on works, however!!!!!!!! :laughkick:

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:lol: Yeah, we declared this story to be very loose on reality.


Movie.... ah! I don't have TV [thus no commercials] so I'm out of the loop on such things.


I've been too pushed for energy to write any more in the past couple weeks. Without meaning to, this became my "Winter of '12-'13" story. I usually write on one of my many stories (or a new one) during the long winter months. Long after many of you are too busy in your gardens, I'm still looking at snow.....this morning, for example. :blink: So I'm just having fun with the fantasy of having a Gault's Gultch to retreat to....


I did get a lot of data for a "permanent evac to primitive conditions" scenario tho from all of us. That was the original purpose. Playing out the scenario weeks further sometimes gives us more ideas for long term. That happened with Wagon's Ho. I'd be rattling around [figuratively] in the MtRider cave by the stream and realize we didn't have this or that.....could have planned for this other need. :o I guess we'd all rather never have to use this data gained by the scenarios.


But....what if.......



MtRider :pc_coffee:

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We are into the third month now, and are the bald people on the road. Yes, someone brought in head lice. The kids we suspect of bringing it were among the groups who decided to take their chances on the road rather than "Work all freaking day and also study a lot of school crap that, like, doesn't matter and get our heads all shaved in like a concentration camp." It's a sad commentary that the six-year-olds (who are, mostly, thrilled to help) have been doing more good and causing less trouble than the fourteen-year-olds who should have some concept of how much worse the alternatives are. Told the kids older than ten that I'm tired of kids whining about how much better they'd have it at home or with their real families. The days are getting longer, and the work is going to get harder. They are fairly warned. If they don't like it, the road is over there.


The ones who left have left empty-handed, despite their fierce arguments they should be allowed to take weapons, clothes, and backpacks full of food. Some of the other kids were commenting about how mean it was to not supply these deserters. So I lined everyone up for lunch, had them each handed a dried-apple tart, and told them that this stood for how much food each of them produced each day, averaged over the year. Some days produce more, some less. Some kids produce more, some less. But this stood for the average. It was also what they needed to eat for one day. Now, take off a pinch. Go ahead, do it. Done? Fine. Drop that pinch on the ground. Because I said so, that's why. Do it. Good. Thank you. That's what they're being asked to donate to the first person who wants to take food out of the common store and walk off down the road with it. Don't worry--lots left, right? But take off another pinch, and drop it on the ground. That's for the next person who wants to take food out of the common store and walk off down the road with it. With the third pinch, some of them were halfway through their tarts and a few had begun crying. How many more pinches was each kid willing to send off down the road? Not a whole lot.


We're down to eight road kids: six of them are chronologically or mentally around age seven or younger. We think we can meld these into a family. We've told the sheriff that if it comes to it, we'll take our share of unhomed kids, but don't bring us more than our share.


We have 63 acres. Close to twenty are in woods and scrub that we can't do much with until time loosens up. The room that fencing, buildings, driveways, etc. take up amounts to a little less than two acres. Eight acres, scattered here and there, are planted in old fruit and nut trees, standard size, probably hippie era or before. Four acres, the section immediately visible from the road, are planted much more densely in what seems to be @1990s semidwarf trees, vines, and bushes. There are twelve acres of fenced pasture, some of it good and some of it a place to put the stock while the good pasture rests. If there were any signs of solar, I'd say it looked like someone's Y2K retreat. Instead, though, it looks like it was designed as a homestead. Which makes me really feel for whoever had to let it go. The orchard, vinyard, and bushyard I'm planting is another two acres now (and next year will be yet another four acres when we plant out the rest of the babies). We have roughly a quarter acre of medicinal herbs, which we'll expand as we gain experience and confidence, the same for pickling/flavoring/dyeing herbs, the same for the nursery of baby trees and cuttings that need to be nursed for a year, same for upland rice. We have half an acre of intensively gardened kitchen plots (like for new potatoes and the summer squash), an acre for odd-year biennials and an acre for even-year biennials, and six acres for field crops (like baking potatoes, peanuts, dry beans, dent corn, and winter squash). There's two acres of cotton, half an acre of flax, and two acres for the ponds and the skirting areas.


Next year, as more seed becomes available and as we get a feel for what does well here, we plan on greatly expanding some of these allotments. We've discussed limiting the area plowed and harrowed each year to ten acres, though, both because we'd be working with animal power and don't want to maintain a designated plowboy who never gets to do anything else, and also because right now--even with the charts--it's really hard to keep track of what's going on everywhere. It might be necessary to reduce the total planted area in order to care for everything properly without exhausting ourselves. Alternatively, we might have to let out some of the land to sharecroppers. Depends.

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After the sheriff picked up the animals to deliver them for us hubby asked Bishop and TJ to make the supply run for us and told them to pick two other guys to go with them. I cleaned out the suburban and moved everything to the truck good thing it is an extended cab. The other guys would be accompanying us back to the farm.

The local was also a former EMT and had been a great help in getting some of the needed supplies. He had also been in contact with some of his former co-workers and they have been able to add to the supplies. Our cash supply was quickly depleting and we still need mineral blocks and salt blocks as well as grain for some of the animals.

Hubby was giving Bishop and TJ instructions and I was making out the list and marking on the map the stores they needed to hit. I also divided up the silver so they would have some to barter with if necessary. A said we needed antibiotics I hope they can find some. I also pulled out the money bag and took out enough for us to get back on leaving the rest for the guys. I handed it all to TJ and he hugged me and told me it was going to be ok. None of us knew what we were facing when we arrived back at the farm, the message had just been short and direct…”Need you back here now bring antibiotics.” Later came several texts with list of antibiotics and other supplies that were needed.

We waited until Bishop and TJ and the other two were on the road and then we headed south. We topped off out tanks and refilled the few gas cans we kept then we hit the road. Hubby put me in the back seat of the truck and handed me my hand gun as well as a rifle. He put two ammo cans in the floor within my reach. He then told me to lie down and cover up. The guys in the jeep were strapping on vest and putting on helmets. I did not like the way this was going.


Hubby was talking to the group of guys. Warren had been on the radio back to those at the ranch. I couldn’t make out everything they said but it sounded like he said we had been raided and there were some severe injuries and several were dead. We lost some livestock and one of the houses was burned. I couldn’t tell if any of the dead were ours hubby saw I was watching and listening and moved the guys. He knows I read lips darn his hide he has some questions to answer.


Warren was the driver of the jeep and he was a no nonsense kind of guy. He yelled mount up and keep up. Hubby saw me and told me in no uncertain terms to get back where he put me. Men….think they are big and bad. I shut the truck door and lay back down tears streaming down my face. The truck doors slammed and hubby said “I told you to stay put”. I yelled back you could have told me what was going on back home. We ended up in a shouting match back and forth. Sid the driver ignored us and stayed on the jeeps back bumper. Finally I just ignored him and lay there I dozed off at some point because the blaring of horns woke me. I must have moved because hubby said stay down. I could tell we were traveling at a high rate of speed we were being hit by what I hoped was just rocks.


We finally slowed down and pulled off into some trees and refilled the gas tanks. The windshield was broke in the truck. It was more like bricks that we were being hit with then I noticed the bullet holes. We were shot at…OMG WE WERE SHOT AT! Hubby saw me looking at the truck and knew I was worried about the other guys and he assured me they would not be coming back this way. The only reason we came this was is because it was the quickest route. They would be coming in from the west over back roads.

We were loaded up and back on the road. I dozed off again because the next stop was the farm. The smell of smoke still hung heavy in the air. We were met by P&N they gave us a rundown of what happen. It seemed we were attacked just before dawn. There were about 12 of them 6 were killed one of which was P’s mother-in-law; they thought at least 3 others were wounded. We lost most of the goats that were in the barn as well as some rabbits and a yearling steer. P said he was pretty sure they got some chickens too he wasn’t sure. They had tried taking hubby’s horse but he stomped his rustler to death.


I asked who was hurt and he said it was O and he had taken a knife to the back. I noticed W had his arm in a sling and N said it was just grazed but that A had cleaned it and stitched and the sling was to keep him from using it and pulling the stitches out again. Hubby put his arm around me and said breathe that we were going to be ok. I noticed that the building that was burned was one of the bunk houses. N saw where I was looking and reassured me no one suffered any burns.


I went in search of A after I got hugs from all the kids and personally made sure everyone was ok. I found him in the shipping container that we had converted into a first aid station. O was on the bed that was in there and he was as white as the sheet that covered him. I gave him the duffle bag that had the supplies that we had been able to get. He was glad to see that I had been able to get a couple of IV bags of fluid. He said O had lost a lot of blood. The blade had broken off in O’s back so he had to dig it out which caused massive amount of bleeding. I finally pulled out a small foot locker that was stuffed in the back. I told A I wasn’t sure he wanted to use what I had but I had bought these just for emergencies when TSHTF and we didn’t have real medical services available. I opened it up and showed him the fish antibiotics I had. He smiled and said each to their own and right now our own needed as much help as he could get. A looked over the supply and picked one out, he took one and crushed it and added it to the liquid that he was feeding O.


I could hear A asking me something about was there more that he didn’t know about but it was not making any sense. The room was spinning and I felt like I was going to throw up. When I came too hubby was sitting beside me drinking coffee and frowning at me. When he realized I was awake he started lecturing me about not eating, it seems my blood sugar had dropped really low and by the look on his and A’s faces I was in serious trouble. Kate came in then with a pot of potato soup and some bowls. She frowned at me also and handed me a glass of juice as well as come crackers and peanut butter. I felt like a kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I reminded hubby I had been hunkered down the back of the truck dozing on the way home and that they had eaten while I slept. If it was possible I think he frowned more. He began lecturing me, told me we had been over this before and that now…especially now…I needed to keep a better check on my blood sugar, he asked where my hip pouch was and why I wasn’t wearing it and demanded to know was it even stocked with the emergency supplies, like the glucose pills, crackers and all the other stuff the doctor suggested I keep within reach. I hated when he got like this, so I ignored him and drank my juice ate my soup and crackers. He gave up and stood up but told me this was not over.

After hubby stormed out and slammed the door behind him A looked over at me and said you know he was and is worried about you. I sat my tray aside and lay back down. Looking at A I said I know but I hate it when he gets on his high horse and treats me like a kid. I usually keep a better watch on my blood sugar and I know I need to eat something to keep it stable. But I don’t travel well, riding makes me sleepy and when we travel long distances I sleep. The stress of the madness we call a life right now is not helping either. I watched as Kate changed O’s dressings and hung another IV bag.


A sat down beside me and we talked about what happen and he filled me in on everything. He said the attack came at dawn it was the darker than usual because it had been cloudy making it that much more harder to see. The raiders caused a distraction down by the blown bridge and when the patrol went to check it they hit hard and fast. D (P’s mother-in-law) was on her way to the kitchen and screamed altering everyone else or it would have been worse. There were 4 with bows and flaming arrows, only one got off a shot the others were shot as soon as their arrow was lit. D was shot in the stomach and died before the attack was over. We didn’t find her until a couple of hours later. She had been shoved down the steps to the walipini. Mrs. P found her when she went to check on the goats. He said he was a mad house for a while. They had managed to keep the children inside and in root cellars and the storm shelter. There were only a few bumps and bruises on them which had happen when they were running for cover and fell. However, N had lied W’s graze was an actually gunshot wound to the shoulder. A said Kate had tended to him and dug the bullet out. He had not lost as much blood as O had. O was not out of the woods, he needed blood but there was no way we could give him any. He was O negative and no one here was O negative. He was just going to have to be pumped full of fluids and fed high protein for a while.


PROTEIN…I didn’t realize I had spoken aloud until A said yes that protein helps build the blood cells. I rolled my eyes and said yes I know. I threw my feet off the cot and hopped up, bad move the room spun a little but I closed my eyes and deeply then slowly opened them. Both A and Kate were standing there with their hands out ready to catch me. I rolled my eyes again and said please I just forgot I couldn’t move fast after one of these spells. I headed to the door with Kate on my heels, “where do you think you are going?” she hollered as she quicken her pace to keep up. I replied I was headed to get the protein powder that I had stored to make protein bars with. I reminded her that my husband had worked in the oil fields and I made protein bars for him to have to snack on while working.



As we walked back to the medic station we talked about culling the livestock come November or December. We would also be able to hunt there were a lot of wild game here on the land. Some of us would just have to develop a taste for wild meat. P caught up with us and gave me the protein he had and he also had some protein shakes and bars that he brought along. A was glad to see our stash and sent Kate some applesauce to feed O. They were going to mix the powder in the applesauce and feed it to him. I left leaving O in capable hands and headed to the kitchen.


Hubby was headed my way with a frown on his face. I met him in the middle of the yard wrapping my arms around him and told him I was sorry. He sighed and laid his chin on my head and told me to lose that stubborn Irish streak. I laughed and ain’t happening. He asked where was I headed and I told him the kitchen to help with dinner. He told me Mrs. P and Mrs. B had it well under control and lead me off to the barn. He said he needed help with the horses. The animals were still skittish after the raid and a couple of the horses mainly mine and his would not let anyone near them and they had some cuts that needed tending. We worked quickly and quietly as a team moving from stall to stall tending each animal giving each one a through once over before moving on to the next one. We saved the worst two for the last.

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Its a good movie that just came out....... America's doom, but very good according to a conservative lady I know, current. Am going to wait to see it on netflix.


Ok, caught up reading. Mt Rider you were just about to pull into your property. I have sections to add too. I was just thinking I settled in PA.... virtual trades going on works, however!!!!!!!! :laughkick:

According to ds#1 who was in the army he said it was done rather well. Him and ds#3(the marine) pick apart military movies but ds said this one was done right and about as close to the truth as it could be considering it is fiction. Scary

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Mt Rider... This is the scenario that I dreamed about the other day!! 


Funny how this is the one that has stuck with me the most, and I never even commented on it originally. Maybe because so many of y'all turned it into story form, and so it sunk in deeper? 


I've been writing it out, kinda seeing how it takes shape, so I might post the beginning of it if I get it coherent enough. (working from a dream means there's a lot of -- fuzzy -- details. lol)



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