Helping Grandpa Whit With Chores

Sunny is about two and a half weeks shy of being two years old, and there are a few things in his life that he just loves doing. One is pushing this little Radio Flyer wagon all around the farm, and another is riding around in the golf cart helping Grandpa or TBear with the chores. The day this particular picture was taken, Sunny hadn't had much of a nap. It shows. He doesn't normally sit this still, but by evening chore time he was pooped.


Some days both Sunny and the goat kids make the job a little busier. This is our 2 month old buckling, Moe. Whit says Moe is numb-er than a hammered thumb, and I think he's probably nailed that one on the head. Moe keeps shinnying under the electric fence to get to grass that must be greener on the other side of said fence. In fact, it must be greener on the other side of the turkey fencing too. The only problem is that he'd rather try to get to the grass by going through the fence rather than around it. It's been rolled up to make it less challenging for him for now (no turkeys yet...except for Moe), but he still gets tangled in it like a fish and needs rescuing occasionally. On the bright side, at least he just stands there now looking stupid and waiting to be untangled without struggling and winding himself tighter.

Sunny is good for sympathy, and comforts Moe. They're watching as Whit rolls the fence up to make it harder for Moe to look so dumb. (He's a very sweet little goat though.)

We're trying to reclaim some pasture on the outside of the sheep and goats' yard. The scrubby trees have been cut and are just waiting for time with the backhoe to wad the stumps and roots up, and bury them. Now that the grass is growing there, Whit lets the sheep and goats out to roam in that section and browse. The three little goat doelings, whose names are not Flopsy, Mopsy, or Cottontail (but that might have been appropriate) are standing here watching Sunny who is watching Peter...I mean Moe.... get untangled from the turkey fence. They've never had an issue with that fence, and can't seem to understand what's up with Moe. (They're too young to grasp the "numb-er than a hammered thumb" concept.)
Sunny likes to chase, um, run around with the goats, so they're on their guard for the game of tag that they're sure is about to ensue.

Taking the feed and hay out to the horses is the next job. TBear is a safe golf cart driver, so Sunny gets to ride around with him and help, which he loves. Here, they're picking up the horses' empty dishes on their way back to the barn. The golf cart is one of Whit's modifications. He added a dump body to the back, held down by a rubber strap (which also makes a good handhold for Sunny.) We use this cart for everything from carrying hay and feed to the horses to trucking weeds from the garden to the compost pile. It is a very handy little cart. And to think, people pay lots of money for those John Deere Mules....or are they Gators... whatever.
After feeding and watering the sheep, goats and horses, the last job is to get the eggs from the henhouse. Sunny is carefully helping Whit put them in an egg carton.

Here he comes with the wagon again.Chores are done, and it's time to sit and chill for a few minutes while waiting for dinner to be ready. The days are warm again, finally. In the background is a corner of soil prepared to be a garden. TBear wanted his own patch of dirt to plant something. Stay tuned. I'll post pics of what he finally chooses to put in that spot.

A Visit to the Aquarium

This year TBear has been studying marine biology for science. We used Swimming Creatures of the Fifth Day by Apologia, and loved it. At the end of each week's lesson, TBear wrote a paragraph about what he'd learned, and often did a related experiment. Writing and narrating about what he's learned is wonderful, but the highlight of the lessons was creating a clay replica of some of the creatures he studied.

TBear created an aquarium from a box by lining the top and sides with blue paper, and the bottom of it with yellowish paper. Each week, after he finished the unit, he would make a clay or paper replica of the creatures he studied. While it may have seemed redundant in addition to the narrating and writing, it very nicely solidified in his mind the anatomy of the creatures as he tried to recreate them accurately for his aquarium box.

Here are some pictures of the end result. He was very proud of it, and I thought it turned out pretty darned good too!


I love the clay squid on the right side, and the humpback whale breaching. TBear's favorite pieces were the sea lion on the rock (on top of the box), the squid, the nudibranch, and the bright pink sea anemone. :-)

I also really liked how the bright pink sea anemone turned out (next to the sponge on the left.) He used Sculpey oven bake clay to make most of the creatures. Because the oven is only set to about 275 degrees, and the baking only takes from 4 to 10 minutes depending on the density of the object, he just baked the creature with the pipe cleaners in it.


Recently, on Memorial Day weekend, TBear went camping in Boothbay with some friends. The small but impressive Maine State Aquarium in Boothbay was only a few miles down the road from the campground. On Sunday, Whit and I drove down to Boothbay, and my friend Sonia and I took TBear to the aquarium. (We were sad that TBear's friend came down with a fever about the time we arrived. He stayed behind in the camper with his dad and Whit, poor baby.) As we wandered around the aquarium, I was tickled to hear TBear sharing so much of what he remembered from his science.

We thought the sea anemones were pretty neat. All the creatures in this aquarium can be found in the Atlantic waters off our coast here in Maine.

One of the highlights was a touch tank with a few dogfish sharks and two skates in it. The dogfish shark acted just like a dog, pushing its snout up out of the water and wanting to be petted! The aquarium docent explained that they might have gotten the name dogfish because they like to hunt in packs, but I'm pretty sure it's because they like to be pet like a dog does. The docent explained that the shark's skin actually has a lot of nerve endings and it really does like the feeling of being stroked. It was a pretty interesting experience. We learned this year that dogfish sharks' skin feels rough if you pet them from snout to tail (and doesn't feel good to them) because it is made up of scales called dermal denticles, which are basically tiny, sharp spikes (i.e. "teeth") that point in the direction of the tail.

Finally, TBear spent some time at the shallow tank, which had starfish, sea cucumbers, scallops, horseshoe crabs, hermit crabs, spider crabs, and other small creatures that one could pick up and look at more closely. It was kind of interesting picking up the horseshoe crab. They tend to whip their tails forward as you turn them over in sort of an en garde position to defend their tender undersides.

I can't believe I didn't think to get a picture of the lobsters! One was distinctly half blue, half yellow due to a strange genetic anomaly kind of like albinism. The line of color went from eyes to tail with the left half being blue, and the right half yellow. While Whit and I have been diving for lobsters in the distant past, and we used a scale to determine whether they were "keepers" or not, I just learned that there is actually an upper size limit on lobsters. Their carapace has to measure between 3 1/2 and 5 inches for them to be keepers. Anything larger than 5 inches has to be tossed back. It takes about 7 years for a lobster to reach the 3 1/2 inch minimum carapace length. My guess is that because it takes so long for the lobsters to grow to a minimum "keeper" length, by returning lobsters over 5 inches to the sea, they're allowed to continue reproducing as long as they live (which can be decades), thus avoiding being overfished. (There are a LOT of lobsters being shipped out of Maine each year, as well as being consumed here.)

All in all, we thought the trip to the aquarium was a great way to wrap up our study of marine biology this year.