I can pick the seeds….
Put the pots away for the winter…..
Tear out the old dead leaves….
And to the dismay of Terry….
Start thinking about decorating for Christmas! J
Uncle Jeff said Bladen could name her so Blade named her Boom! When asked why he said when we found her everyone was so surprised it was like a boom.
What a smart 6 year old! (Spoken like a true Grammy J J!)
Boom is doing well, running and jumping, having a great time. Mom still has a little problem as the baby doesn’t want to drink from one teat. Terry told me that tonight we get to tie her up and milk out that quarter. Now that doesn’t sound like a fun thing to do, and I’ll just bet she would like it either.
Our son-in-law, Kelly (Misty’s husband), has a brother who wanted a yearling to finish out, so he bought this cow at $.50 a pound. The guy who sold it to him said the cow was just too mean to have in his herd so he was ‘just getting rid of her’.
Over came the cow to our holding pens, located next to kid’s house. She was scared, terrified and acted just plain mean; pawing up dirt, putting her head down and snorting through her nose….mean cow (?). Terry thought she had been treated mean, and wasn’t really mean at all.
A couple of weeks later, eating really nice hay, yummy corn, and lots of fresh water ….. and THERE IS A BABY! No one knew she was even going to have a baby (except her, of course).
Now there is a different problem, the baby can’t nurse; the cow is upset and unable to settle down, so Terry steps in and shows everyone how to get things started. He had to milk the cow first, her bag was just too full, give the milk to the baby in the bottle (yum, good), put the baby on the cow and work the little girl’s mouth so she could understand, keep milking the teat until everyone (mom and daughter) caught on to ‘this is HOW to eat’.
Now she is gentle enough everyone can get into the pen with her, she lets the baby be petted by everyone, and the pawing and snorting has stopped.
Needless to say, she is going to go live at Jeff’s in a pasture of good grass, with her baby. Mom and baby will now have a long, long life.
You can just see Terry’s head (by the post), and his arm, as he helps the calf eat and helps the mom let down her milk.
I think these calves are the most unusual we have ever raised; their Dad was a white bull and their Moms are Angus.
The boy has a distinctly ‘male’ look, complete with the horns we didn’t know were growing until he was tooooooo big.
And of course, I just think the girls are down-right beautiful! Look at those wonderful eyes!
I’m not sure if I am glad or sad about the possibility of a freeze tonight! My biggest worry is getting my tropical’s cut back and safely tucked into the basement for their long winter’s nap.
Of course I work and there is just so much daylight at the end of the day….. I guess I will throw a sheet over the ones I don’t get trimmed, and repotted, then hope to get them taken care of tomorrow.
A very real possibility of arson occurred in the field about 2 miles east from us. This sweet corn picker burned up in the night, causing damage to the sweet corn field, stopped the harvest of the corn in that field, and turned several acres of sweet corn into a crime scene.
For now, everything has been turned over to those in authority and the insurance company. The sweet corn will be chopped and disked under as the field is released. What a sad waste for all of those involved.
One of the things the kids love to do when visiting Grammy and Grandpa is “watch cartoons”. We have to limit them to just certain ones (I think some are really not appropriate-of course I am bias toward Tom and Jerry, Sponge Bob, you know things like that).
So IF there is a good cartoon on I will let them watch it…this is what they look like while they watch. Talli hasn’t figured out the lure of cartoons, yet!