The Day I Almost Burnt To Death Twice

Unfortunately I did almost burn to death twice, worse it was by my own hand. Accidentally of course.  But let me get to that later, I need to explain a few things first. Things have been crazy around here.

The Pity Party Is Over

You will recall that the night the first of the calves arrived was a stormy, thunderous, howling, black night.  Well that my friends, was an omen of things to come.

For forty days and forty nights the rains drummed down upon us bringing with it flood, mud and misery. And the howling winds smashed against the house threatening to send us way off into oblivion. Stinking, putrid, mud smirked at us from every direction and I yearned for the concrete paths and un potholed roads of the big city.

Of course, not to be deterred by the hideous, miserable weather Smarts would arrive home twice a week with a trailer load of calves. Our little herd of five soon became twenty and all was going well until the antichrist reined its treacherous wraith down upon us, full force.

One by one the calves fell ill and no amount of encouragement, singing, nor cuddling made them feel any better.  They would rest their sweet heads on my lap and every now and then tears would slide down from their big, mournful eye while I tried to console them.  It was the saddest of times.

Hours blended into days and days into weeks. The calves grew sicker and sicker until we had a plot with raised little mounds bearing little wooden crosses. I almost lost my mind with the desperation of it all.

The vet braved the treacherous drive out to the surviving calves and with a jab here and a jab there, we prayed like crazy and hoped for the best.

I can’t tell you how relieved I was when he told me that none of it was my fault. That they had in fact arrived at our place already diseased. He did advise me though, that it probably wasn’t a good idea to kiss them all goodnight as I might find myself with debilitating diarrhea just like them.

Anyway, thankfully the remaining twelve are fighting fit now.  All they want is to be fed and the amount of testosterone in those pens, wow! Just like a bunch of teenage boys.

The rains have stopped, the mud is slowly losing its vile smell and I should be able to find my lost boots, ballet flats and one runner which were all swallowed up by the mud when I stupidly thought I could dash to the car without wearing my gumboots.

The sun is shining brightly and the heated discussions about selling up and moving to an ordinary house on an ordinary block have faded away to nothing.

No words will ever describe what a desperate time that was for all of us but I can tell you that if I didn’t have such strong support from family and friends calling me every day, dragging me out for coffee or popping in with their tea bags and already boiled kettle, (in case we didn’t have enough solar to boil ours) or cooking us dinner and staying the night to work with me the next day I would still be in the midst of my self-inflicted pity party.

You guys knew exactly the right time to step in to save my sanity. You know me better than myself sometimes but you will never know who grateful I am to all of you.

Scheise what a dark ride that was and what an unusual post for me to write.  Moving right along to a more predictable Kooky story.

The Day I Almost Burnt to Death – Twice

So let me tell you how this came about.

With the sick calves, endless rain and mud  we were in absolute misery and living on top of each other wasn’t helping.  As for living off the grid, well you can only imagine the abundance of power we had. Make that a big fat ZERO.

The generator was working overtime but the amount of washing due to festy farm clothes was insurmountable and in the end I gave up. Nothing was drying anyway and life was really frigging hard and blah blah my pity party was really taking off.

Then our once cheery fire refused to light because, as everyone knows, wet wood just won’t light. Getting up in the morning without a warm fire to greet us was debilitating and the time taken to get it lit was proving  way too time consuming.  So losing patience one morning I decided I needed to take drastic action.

As luck would have it Smarts had a big, brand new, bottle of methylated spirits in his shed.  It grinned at me when I found it and came willingly inside.  I splashed it over the wet wood, lit a match and watched its pretty flames flare up before quickly burning out.

Not to be deterred I emptied half the bottle into the fireplace, lit a match and lo and behold I dropped the bottle. Shit hit the fan, (there are no other words).  All sorts of things caught on fire, the floor rug, the blanket on the chair, the picnic hamper, all the computer cords, of which there are many and yes, you know it, even I caught on fire.

Blue flames raced up onto my ugg boots and jumped onto my dressing gown.  I honestly couldn’t believe what I was seeing.  Poor Pippa stood beside me screaming  but all I could do was stare at the horror of it all.

There was no room to drop and roll so, coming to my senses I batted out the flames with my hands and thought I had done a satisfactory job until I saw I was on fire again!  Seriously! How? What! Why?

Thankfully no one died and I managed to put myself out, again. The picnic basket is singed down one side, the lid of the methylated spirits bottle is embedded in the rug, the computer cords were all destroyed, unfortunately the blanket is now a scrap of its former self and I only have three fingers with rather nasty blisters on them.

Didn’t I tell you things were looking up?

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Thanks for reading

Kooks X

 

 

 

 

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23 thoughts on “The Day I Almost Burnt To Death Twice

    1. Yes it was scours. Horrid disease. When I put my ugg boots on I can’t tell the left from the right foot. And my toes stick out at the end 😦

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  1. Only you Kooky…this could only happen to you – the fire not the poor sad calves! I think you might have to abandon the Ugg boots, and as for the ballet flats…!!! It’s good to hear that you have such fab friends. What would we do without them xx

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    1. My bloody new boots too. The mud sopped right down on the inside. Bloody filthy mud. New boots are a must though 🙂

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  2. Oh Sweet Mother of God woman you are really in the thick of this bloody off the grid farming business aren’t you! Dear oh dear what were you thinking using metho on the fire I mean I get it you were cold but lovely, metho!!!

    Very sad about the calves but what’s that they say the cycle of life and all that!

    I am glad you survived the great fire of Kooky Farm and that things are looking up. xox

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  3. Oh god! I’m so ‘unhandy’ I’d be screwed. Do you have solar power? I have a fetish for the van-life / tiny house / cabin stuff on Instagram and fantasise about it a bit but am conscious that I probably could’t live it. I wonder how much power solar panels on the roofs of their vans actually do give them?!

    I’m glad you’ve survived but also that a dozen calves have survived as I can’t even imagine how devastating nursing them (to no avail in some cases) must have been!

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    1. We are off the grid and not loving it but we had no idea our batteries were so old. So no toaster, clothes dryer, sometimes I can use my hair dryer, in summer the washing machines works in winter, without the generator forget it. It was all very sad, can’t tell you how happy I am that the sun is shining.

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  4. Hmmm. You haven’t painted a pretty picture there. Why were you sold sick calves? Has Mr Smarts complained? The problems facing the man on the land eh. As for the metho fire… NEVER pour meth or kero on a fire. You are sooo lucky my girl. Lecture over.

    I actually found this post to be rivetting. I’d love to hear much more about the ins and outs of farm life. Please write more xxx

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    1. Kero stinks to high heaven and doesn’t burn as well…. but I promise never to either again. I’ve learnt my lesson and will only use petrol from now on. Only kidding.

      We are worried about their herd because surely they had no idea they were ill. Hopefully their baby girls survived.

      I’m relieved to know you want more as I was rather afraid I was boring the crap out of everyone xx

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  5. Oh how frightening that must have been! I nearly set our house on fire once when the bacon fat on the grill caught fire while we were eating dinner – I’d turned it off but the gas switch was faulty. I’ve never seen my kids run so fast to get out of the house!

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    1. I’m just going through your blog now and can’t comment on your last post, it’s about my 6th attempt but I will keep trying until I do 🙂 And how stunning is your daughter!

      Their tears still haunt me. Thanks for reading.

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  6. Bloody Nora! I am so pleased you have folk popping in with food and sanity and that the lovely cow babies are on the mend. I can smell the putrid mud and can only imagine what a mess it makes….sticks like shit on a blanket, oh dear.
    And then trying to set fire to the lot? That’s a pretty extreme way of moving back to the city. Hope you fingers heal soon enough. I don’t suppose all that mud might have been the expensive soothing cosmetic salve type stuff that could have hurried the healing? Nah, I suppose not.
    I love your stories, never boring.

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    1. Sadly you’re right Sue, no soothing, healing mud and it doesn’t even look like chocolate and it smells worth than pooh. Thanks for reading and you’re great comment 🙂

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  7. Oh Kooks! Heartbreaking! I would have been an emotional wreck nursing those calves. On the flip side I can’t help but think how fortunate were the sick to have such compassion shown to them. It doesn’t always happen.

    I think your tombstone should read “Kooky Chic was a good egg – a little singed around the edges but the best kind of soft on the inside” 😉

    Love your work Kooks (and never boring). Xx

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    1. It was so sad. I like the wording on my tombstone though. It might come earlier than expected, explained more in my next post which shouldn’t be far away.

      I’m sad about your poor garden. Jack Frost was an absolute arse this year. X

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