Matter....sometimes a lot. Heard the Carolina wren sing this morning. Hadn't heard him in quite a while and figured he was gone or frozen. Even his alarm call adds a cheerful note to a gloomy day. I hope after we get through this latest round of gloom and doom to find the money to buy one of those spirally coily things that you put whole peanuts in to feed such birds as CWs. And to get some peanuts too. Becky had Daisy all walked when I got in from the barn. Not that walking her is a big deal, but it was such a nice gesture. Becky fixed the door knob on the back door too....which will probably help it stay just a little warmer in here. She also found the cow with mastitis, which had been driving us nuts, running around the barn CMT-ing everybody. That was a relief. On the not so happy side of things.....we got the stunning news that one of my dearest friends has been seriously ill...and I didn't even know, although she has been on my mind. Ag seems to be such a demanding life...you tend to not find time to keep in touch with people about whom you care a great deal. Always something waiting to be done, or somebody needing to be fed or something. I feel really bad about that. Anyhow, take care, have a good one and all.
This cold haz it. Liz is for the most part over it, as is her hubby, who was the first victim in our immediate circle of folks. The rest of us...well, not so much. You should have heard the living room last night. Sounded like a TB ward....which is where I got the title, The Plague and I, the other day....from Betty McDonald's book on her stay in one. If you haven't read her books, they are dated, but truly enjoyable. I have seen some online reviews whining about perceived racism in them. All I can say is things were different then. The good lady was pretty liberal for her time. So much has changed....so much for the better. And it is too late to rewrite them.... Anyhow, guess I will see if I can find my copies and enjoy them tomorrow on my day off....curled up in my chair with the plague. I want to publicly thank my mom, who pointed me towards so many books from the 30s, 40s, and 50s, which has certainly colored how I see the world. Although I wasn't always sold on the first reading, I kept going back and learned to love and delight in books of this ilk, all of Mary Lasswell's books, virtually everything by Dodie Smith, who is famous for I Capture the Castle, but who also wrote 101 Dalmatians, which like almost everything, was much better in its original book form than in any subsequent movie. I actually read the whole novel aloud to various folks with whom I wanted to share it. Anyhow, thanks Mom, for introducing me to the stuff you loved. I might not have liked some of these books much as a teenager....didn't really get them....but now I love them. I want to be Mrs. Feeley when I grow up.
Or, my bat friend's back and there's gonna be trouble. Yeah, right here in the kitchen, innocently going about my business, when, swoop! Loop-de-loop, the bat is back. Guess he is enjoying his fame being featured in this week's Farm Side or something. Anyhow, nobody home but me so.... Put Daisy in her crate. Tie the back doors (which open into the kitchen) both open. Get an umbrella. OK, where did he go? Hmmm....is that glob of dust hanging off the high cupboard really dust, or a bat using cloaking technology? Shine the flashlight at it. Yep, it's a bat. Swoop, swoop, loop-de-loop... And SCORE, right on out the door, and around the house out to the front where he spent summer evenings gobbling bugs outside the big windows. Next question, how the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS is he getting IN?!?!?
November seems to be lingering...which is fine with me, even if I am not so very fond of mud. After a couple days under the weather I feel somewhat better today, probably thanks to the wonders of Nyquil. And Dayquil.
If you can't cure it, drug it into submission.
The girls have been sick with it for weeks......
Although they pretty much worked through it. A couple milkings off here and there with the boss and me picking up the slack, plus whoever wasn't sick, but for the most part they soldiered on. There is little choice. Cows must eat. Cows must be milked. So far I haven't dropped any of the balls I juggle, and hopefully I won't have to. I feel so guilty if I do. Meanwhile, nothing much is happening. Sometimes that is all right too.
For complaining yesterday about the plague. There are several good people listed over on the side bar, who are facing health issues, either personally or with beloved family members, that are terrifying and awful, and a lot more serious than a darned chest cold. So, sorry for whining. And they could use some prayers, I'm sure. They have been added to ours..... Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we made the hard decision to put Spotty down last week. Far from improving, she was slowly sinking into a decline, the likes of which we have never had a cow come back from. She was my favorite.....but these things happen if you have stock and you have to move on, and take care of the living ones. She isn't going to be forgotten, that's for sure. She was such a sweet girl. RIP Frieland Valiant Bastille. The very next day Neon Moon had a big bull calf by Stouder Morty. We were really looking for a heifer there, but he will be added to the beef program we are working on starting. Meanwhile is enjoying some time lounging around in the manger in front of his mama. He is a big, big boy! When I go in to fork her extra hay over to the other cows...we are giving her a ridiculous amount of the best hay we have trying to get her going good....he bowls me right over looking for his bottle. I may need combat pay. About the same time, a great big yearling heifer, Cahill, broke her tie when I was feeding and lunged right up in the manger with me after the hay. It was really funny because she never figured out that she was loose. She started eating on the bale I had just opened. I put a halter on her, and she never even tried to shake me off, as she was busy with breakfast. Once I had her anchored a little bit, I kicked the hay over where she normally eats and she backed right back into her stall and stood there, calmly nomming away, never realizing that she had been loose at all, and just waited for the boss to fix her a new tie. He could hardly believe I "caught" her all by myself. She is significantly larger than I am and never had a halter on. It is incredibly warm out this morning and guess it is supposed to warm up even more later. Cold and nasty coming hard on the heels of that though. Get that firewood lined up!
Why is the mother person always the last one to get sick? Some nasty bronchitis thing has made its way through everybody else in the family, starting with Liz and ending up nailing Alan this weekend. Beck and Liz were sick for weeks...both still coughing, Beck barely managing to get by and go to work. And now, after endless vitamins, and all kinds of being careful, it's my turn. Ah, well, if it weren't for bad news we'd have no news at all. Cows brought a lousy price yesterday, so we'll be scrambling because of that, dagnabbit. Went through the sale ring almost last, when all the buying was pretty much done. Wish they'd done better but they didn't. So, as no doubt you can tell, I am borderline grumpy, although the Farm Side is done and filed and out of the way for the week. Which is always a relief. Got all the trucks in and out yesterday with no mishaps. Which is always good. I may goof off a little today. Just a little. And try to get over this thing..... So if posting is light, it's because I have a gila monster in my throat (no sense calling it a frog, it ain't no frog) but this too shall pass.Have a good one.