what special things do people do in a farm in summer?

Answer 1

Boy that is a loaded question. Jan-April keeping an eye out for the cows that are calving. Check fences. Pray for rain. Feeding cattle during the winter months. Making sure that water is available if the water trough freezes. March buy show pigs. Check fences and Pray for rain. April-move cattle to other pasture. Begin to fertilize the hay pasture. Pray for rain. May- work cattle and sell calves from the previous year. Move horses to stalls that will deliver in a few weeks. Pray for rain!!!!!! Check fences. Show the pigs at the stock shows. June-August to hot to do much. Clear a fence line. Making sure the deer haven't damaged the fence from jumping over and going through. September-Yeah go eat oysters!!! Cut and haul hay. October move cattle to other pasture. Place feeders out for the deer. Plant wheat/oats and pray for rain! November and December-Winterize and Pray for rain. Oh, daily chores..... feed cattle, horses, pigs, catfish, deer and at the end of the day cook for my family. I hope this answers your question.

Answer 2

Two poems of my youth and the farm in those days:

Thrashing the Corn.

Last year I saw a Combine, harvesting the corn,
It brought back pleasant memories, it made my heart quite warm.
It took me back to boyhood, to nineteen forty-eight,
When the thrashing engine came to town – Lord, what a wondrous sight.

The modern diesel Harvester makes light work of the task,
The acres that it reaps each day, it makes the job so fast.
But years ago, when things were slow, it took about ten days,
The cutting, stacking, drying, sacking, in oh so many ways.

The edges of the cornfield, were firstly cut by hand,
Men used a scythe, and cut it wide, the corn was left to stand,
A horse and reaper cut the field, followed by dads and sons,
One’s back would break, using a rake, until the glean was done.

The ears of corn still on the straw, were taken to the farm,
For safety against the rain, they stored it in a barn.
Then we would fret with baited breath, until the engine showed,
With smoke and steam, the whistle scream, it clanked along the road.

Next morning bright and early, the whistle it was heard,
At six o’clock it was a shock, much sooner than we cared,
Then we would race, to the thrashing place, the men already there,
Drink lemonade and bread fresh made, then strip ‘till almost bare.

The steam engine with smoking stack, the belts a massive roar,
The dust and chaff, the constant laugh, it made my young eyes sore.
Each had a special function, mine was to bag the seed,
For my Dads canaries, it came from a strange weed.

The men up on the thrasher, the job most dangerous,
For just one slip, into the pit, all hell would then break loose,
Young men with but a single leg, it was a common scene,
The old men they would whisper, ‘ Bad cess that damn machine’.

The farmer’s wife would bring the food, between half one and two,
The home-cooked ham, blackberry jam, it made a man of you,
The men they all drank cider, or Guinness - ‘ Smooth as silk’,
While we young ones, ate jammy buns, washed down with creamy milk.

As dusk would fall, Dad gave a call, and off back home we strolled,
The steam engine, not steaming now, its ashes all gone cold
Stood waiting for next morning, and the new days toil.
The memory, this brings to me, it makes me truly smile.

The present day and modern way, there’s something gone awry,
One man and tractor does the job, where forty used to try
To do their best with love and zest, no matter what the weather,
Those times have past, I’ve seen the last, they’re gone and lost forever.

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Bringing Home the Hay.

‘ Clankity, clank: clankity, clank’, the haybogey on the road.
‘ Get up there Sherman’ Jim calls to the Shire, making light the load.
While I on top was lulled asleep by the smell of hay and horse,
The first was so much sweeter than, the second one of course.

Those balmy days of boyhood, a time long, long since gone.
Like memories brought back to mind, in the words of an old folk song.
When a minute passed like an hour, and that self-same hour like a day,
When taking the crop, at a leisurely trot, back to the farm in Bray.

‘ Hike up there Sherman’ young Jim calls out as the haycock starts to slide.
‘ Hold up there Sherman’ now shouts Jim,‘ or I’ll blinkingwell flay your hide’.
‘ You, watch that hay’ the tailor roars ‘its clogging all up the shop’
‘I’m sorry mister’ cries young Jim, ‘ but the blinking horse won’t stop’.

The hay it slips, right off the back, and blows all round the place,
A passing car swerves much too far, the driving a disgrace,
In doing so it hits a post, which falls down like a tree,
The shouts from boys, the almighty noise, has now awoken me.

The farmer’s boy stood mouth agape, ‘Mother of God’ Jim cries,
The horse merely, as he could not see, swished his tail at flies.
‘Now what the hell ’ a sounding bell, as the Fire Brigade turns up,
The lamppost wires, have started fires, ‘I think I’ve seen enough’.

Old Tom the farmer, having been told, on arriving at the spot
He laughed so hard, his jaw was jarred, and the fire was getting hot.
I slipped away, amid the affray, such a catastrophe,
Now I’ll just add, I was very glad, to get back home for tea.

Suffice to say, that was the day, when I at last grew up,
No more I lazed about the farm, that Summer was quite enough.
The farming life, was not for me, I could not stand the pressure,
So an office job, to earn a few bob, I became a man of leisure.


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Answer 3

well, we work to get ready for the winter. if we have livestock we put up hay and straw for the harsh winter possibly ahead. we milk cows and raise beef, pork or chickens. we grow wheat, corn, soybeans and many others products you find on your grocery shelves. Some say farmers never get a vacation and I will have to agree, farmers are the most underpaid workers in America.

Answer 4

Special? I don't know what you mean by "special," but up north, where snow covers the ground all winter, summer is a busy time on our farm.

- mid spring: start garden seeds, especially tomatoes and peppers; check ewes and care for newborn lambs; ditto for calves and piglets; care for day-old chicks
- late spring: start mucking out stalls and pens as the manure thaws; check fence lines; prepare and plant the garden; turn out livestock onto pasture
- early summer: shear sheep; bring clip to wollen mill; turn compost pile; finish making hay before July 4, weather permitting; chase sheep out of garden
- midsummer: garden, garden, garden (weed, pick, can, freeze, make jam, jellies, pickles, etc. etc.); wean lambs; chase cattle out of garden
- late summer: gardening continues; second cut of hay if crop is good and weather permits; chase deer out of garden
- early fall and on into cold weather: clean up garden and till under; pick apples, take 5 bushels to cider mill, make sauce and jelly; manage sheep and turn ram out with flock; breed sows for spring pigs; slaughter, dress and freeze turkeys; ditto lambs; ditto one pig, but cure and smoke hams and bacon; start knitting wool sox and mittens!

- daily: gather eggs, milk the cow, make butter, clean up and lay down fresh bedding, feed the stock and the family and watch that the well doesn't run dry!

Now...what have I forgotten?

Answer 5

Bale hay, paint the outbuildings, repair outbuildings and fences, get things ready to show at the county fair, clean out pens, garden.

Answer 6

Skinny dip in the cow pond. Seriously.

Answer 7

Bail hay

Answer 8

feed livestock, milk cows, repair equipment, bail hay, mow the lawn and upkeep the house, barns, and vehicles.