I smelled Robbie the Raccoon clear out buy the diversion gate; I followed him every which way and clear up to the waste water transmission pipe. Boy was he ever busy last night!
Fuzzy stayed pretty close to Mom. He likes to play in the snow also, but his left front leg doesn’t always work the best so he wanted hang close if he should fall. I looked back a couple of times and he was even running! So I ran back to see if he wanted to go with me and smell Robbie the Raccoon’s tracks.
He said he would think about it, so I told him while he was thinking I would race ahead. He thought that would work.
While Mom and Dad finished putting up the panels, so the cows can go onto the farm, Fuzzy and I searched for Mice in the old corn field.
Nope, didn’t find any.
But we will…they will come out and we will find them.
A big bird was sitting over at the equipment yard watching us—he hollered at us to let him know if we see any mice. He said he was having trouble finding some.
I bayed back that we would, if we do.
Just before we came in, the lady who was to get her last load of hay showed up. That finished up all the hay. So Mom and Fuzzy and I went up to the upper end and brought the cows down, while Dad finished the fence.
Then we moved the cows onto the farm.
They love eating all the old corn stalks and the old alfalfa stems.
Well, gotta go, I want to run back out into the corn field with Fuzzy, it’s warming up a bit and the snow is melting. I’ll bet the mice are out!