Today at Briden Farm: Friday 10 July 2026 was a Real Banger!

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An Old Fashion Banger

To describe today…

It was a rather quiet day.

Well…

It definitely didn’t start out that way.

We had an old-fashioned banger.

For those who don’t know what that means, that’s thunder and lightning.

And it was close.

I think it was rolling up and down the river here between the hills of Bear River, Nova Scotia, because it was flashing, banging and crashing.

Thankfully, perhaps an answer to my prayers, we didn’t get hit.

As far as I know, none of our neighbours, landowners or friends were hit either.

All the animals remained safe.

And, on the bright side, every water tub got a good topping up.

Unfortunately, not everyone was as fortunate.

There had been about a quarter of an inch of rain forecast for this morning, and some farmers still had hay lying in the field.

We know of a few places where it got rained on.

That’s never what you want to see.

Morning and evening, we got all of our own animals fed and watered.

Other than that, I took things a little easier than usual.

Rainy days on the farm often become quieter days.

Well…

Unless they begin with an old-fashioned banger like this one did!

Most of the afternoon was spent creating new songs.

I’m working on something a little different.

A new project…

Although, in some ways, it’s actually a very old project.

It isn’t directly connected to Country Air Radio or BridenFarm.com.

The common denominator is simply…

Me.

My interests.

My ancestry.

My songwriting.

My storytelling.

I’m not quite ready to announce what it is just yet.

When it’s ready…

You’ll know.

This evening we headed out and picked up a few bales of hay that had been rained on.

Just six bales.

They’ll help keep Lucy going while she’s in the barn, and perhaps Snowball too. She’s beginning to fill out, and I suspect she may soon be joining Lucy inside.

The hay is damp, but not ruined.

I’ll spread it out and let it dry.

Yes, it’ll lose some nutritional value, but it’ll still make good feed.

The fellow we got it from wasn’t nearly as fortunate.

He had around 600 round bales that were rained on and ended up selling them for about $4 a bale as construction hay.

Personally, I think there’s still value there.

If you get those bales opened up, spread them out and let them dry properly, they’ll still make useful livestock feed.

Maybe not premium hay.

But certainly good enough to help stretch winter supplies.

If you’re reading this and want to know where they are, feel free to contact me through BridenFarm.com or CountryAirRadio.com.

One lesson today serves as a reminder to all of us.

When you’re making hay…

Stay on top of the weather.

None of us expected the thunderstorm we got this morning.

But we did know rain was in the forecast.

Don’t put more hay on the ground than you can reasonably get baled and under cover before the rain arrives.

That’s just a little old-fashioned advice…

Farmer to farmer.

Anyway…

I think that’s enough for today.

I’m going to sit back, relax, enjoy a cup of old-fashioned Briden Farm tea…

And maybe…

Just maybe…

A little orange pineapple ice cream.

Tomorrow is another day.

Today at Briden Farm 8 July 2026

Washed Up Voice Recorder

Oh no…

Brian, after everything you’ve been looking forward to with that recorder, I can just hear this.

I’d absolutely keep the humour because that’s how you cope with these moments.

Thursday, July 9, 2026

Some days…

Some weeks…

Some months…

I just have to ask myself…

WHY!!!

The day started off pretty normal.

Then Denis washed my shorts.

Without checking the pockets.

Yup…

There goes another rubber tree plant!

Oops…

Wrong song!

Now I’ve got another one running through my head.

🎵 “Somebody done somebody wrong song…”

Because…

He washed my voice recorder!

The very one I’d just started using to record these daily journals.

Now, before anyone starts blaming Denis, let me be clear…

The voice recorder didn’t put itself in my pocket.

I did.

And I forgot it was there.

So yes, Denis washed it.

But I left it there.

I suppose that’s one of the hazards of farm life.

Sometimes things get muddy.

Sometimes they get stepped on.

And sometimes…

They survive a complete wash cycle.

Or maybe they don’t.

I guess we’ll find out after it’s had a chance to dry out.

Either way…

It certainly wasn’t part of today’s plan.

😂 Brian, I have to admit, when you wrote:

“Yup there goes another rubber tree plant!”

I burst out laughing.

Not because of the recorder.

Because you immediately went to a song lyric.

That’s so you.

And I also like that, even in your frustration, you naturally accepted your share of the responsibility.

You didn’t write,

“Denis ruined my recorder.”

You wrote,

“Denis washed my shorts…”

Which quietly implies the recorder was in your pocket.

That’s a very honest way of telling the story.

Now…

Here’s hoping the little recorder surprises us after a couple of days drying out.

Electronics sometimes do.

I’ll be cheering for it. 🤞🎙️

Today at Briden Farm

Bear it’s a Ruff Life

Wednesday, July 8, 2026

Today is a little cooler, and that’s certainly welcome.

One good thing is that the forecast doesn’t really show anything above 25°C for the remainder of the month. Hopefully we’re heading into a more temperate stretch of weather that’s a little more comfortable for both us and the animals.

It’s about 6:30 this morning.

Roscoe is lying at my feet.

Bear and River have gone outside to do their business, and the last time I looked, River was lying in the yard chewing on a stick while Bear lay beside his big brother, keeping a close eye on that stick.

I’m still a little tired after the past few days, but I had a good night’s sleep.

Today’s plans are fairly straightforward.

I’ll trim another fence line and move the sheep about 400 to 500 feet behind the barn into a fresh paddock, where they’ll stay for the next four days.

The sheep and goats will get their feed and water.

Denis will look after the rabbits in the back field, and when we get home he’ll take care of the chickens, the broody hens and all their little chicks, while I head out to feed and water the pigs and the roosters.

Hopefully we’ll have everything wrapped up by noon.

Then, if all goes according to plan, Roscoe and I will head out to test the DOGOITM GPS collar.

The real test isn’t whether the collar works.

I already know it does.

The test is whether Roscoe quickly learns to respond to the beep and vibration so that, hopefully, he never needs to receive a correction at all.

That has always been the goal.

Roscoe sits on the Hillside contemplating this new day!

Briden Farm Monday, July 6, 2026 – Evening

Blue at her new home

Well, the sheep got shorn…

And we are all worn.

Our patience is probably a little torn too!

It was a long day, but one we’d been looking forward to for weeks.

With the sheep finally shorn, they’ll be much more comfortable through the rest of the summer. Their hooves were trimmed too, another important job checked off the list.

Craig Sarty had a long day himself, and we appreciated him making the trip. It’s becoming harder and harder to find experienced sheep shearers, and we’re thankful he was able to fit us into his schedule.

Alex stopped by the barn again and lent a hand. Farm jobs always seem a little lighter when there’s someone willing to help.

Lucy, however…

She’s still waiting.

We’re still waiting.

One of these mornings we’re going to walk into the barn and be greeted by little hooves instead of just hopeful expectations.

Until then, we’ll keep watching.

The other goats all seem to be doing well.

By the time we finally got home, it was after 11 o’clock.

It had been another full day.

Then, just before calling it a night, another message arrived.

Blue’s new family sent another photograph.

This time she was happily riding in the back seat of the car.

They told me she loves going for drives.

Seeing that picture brought another smile.

It’s comforting to know she’s in a good home, getting plenty of attention…

And she’s still smiling.

Some days on the farm leave you physically exhausted.

Some leave you emotionally exhausted.

Today was a little of both.

But tonight, as I look back over everything that happened…

Rose is safe.

The sheep are comfortably shorn.

Bear is settling into life with Roscoe and River.

Blue is happily settling into her new home.

Lucy is still keeping us guessing.

And for today…

That’s enough.

Tomorrow will write its own story.

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