She looks a lot like daddy and a little bit like Great grandma Peggy, which is pretty fitting I'm thinking
As seen from midnight stairs the umpteenth time....
Kind of fluffy for a guy like him, but he looked good in it, step dancing out there, on the heifer barn roof. When I came down again at dawn, droves of robins queued up to take a turn bathing in the big rut in the driveway. Festooned with frosting, the trees were trailing veils of gauzy mist...the whole river was shrouded in it, the geese like mysterious strangers hiding from the unfurling sun. I thought to take pictures of it all to save to show her what her first day looked like, someday when she is old enough to see them. But I didn't, because I was too darned scared. We were all scared and it was a long and worried day.......but worth every fearful second. At the end the young family was increased by one, and the new parents knew a bond like no other. And the new grandparents shed a couple of buckets of tears of pure, deep, elemental joy, that can only be engendered by the birth of one so loved. Welcome to the world, Miss Peggy Ann Marie Schultz. We love you baby girl.
And dang! It was creepy for a minute there. We had just finished milking and I had run a short rinse through the pipeline before it got its main washing. The boss and I were feeding out the round bales in the barn. Beck had gone to the house and Alan was off....with my flashlight....hunting rats in the heifer barn with his new air rifle. (Which by the way is one of the coolest guns I have ever shot. Ever. And I am here to tell you, as lame as I am these days, I hit the old cooler he was using for a target, dead center, first shot.) A-a-a-and....the lights flickered and darkened. No moon. It was dark as a pocket in that barn and the boss had just stepped through the stanchion line with a great, big, core of a round bale for the pen heifers. I was kinda watching him, waiting to help fork it out. Did I mention that it was dark? The barn is as familiar to us as any room in the house. We spend a lot of time there after all. However, take away the light and it is an echoing alien canyon filled with big, rustling, beasts, into which you would rather not stumble. Thankfully I had my trusty little phone, which gave a faint, but trusty little light. We clambered out to the milkhouse, and I texted our boy that I needed my flashlight. ASAP. Then they flickered back on. We rushed to get back at our chores. Out again. Dagnabbit. And then on again. We spanked through the rest of the chores, and hurried inside to celebrate National Pancake Day. You have to pick your holidays you know....and picking that one...well, yeah, it was good.
You know you just can't wait to find out what's happening in Ag today. The governor's new task force USDA addds yogurt to WIC Proposed rule on importing beef from Brazil Go comment on the rule here Seriously, read about this issue and then take the time to comment. I did. The USDA has extended the public comment period and this is a golden opportunity to make your feelings known on a potentially devastating decision. Brazil is an endemic Foot and Mouth disease country. Should we allow uncooked meat from that nation to be imported here, potential economic damage could be staggering and possibly permanent. Just as a refresher, Foot and Mouth can spread on the wind, wild animals can carry it from farm to farm, as can tires, clothing, and it can even be carried in the nasal passages of people who travel from an infected farm. imagine if the animals in a petting zoo were infected. We don't need Brazil's beef bad enough to let this rule be finalized. More on FMD
Another day, another Tea Party. No not the political party, although that is another story. Nope, this is the cow tea party. Check out the photo above, of Broadway lunging into the manger after hay, rather than waiting three seconds while I fork it in to her. What do you see wrong with the photo....besides the whole feet in the manger thing that is?
Bingo, you nailed it! The water bowl she shares with Dalkeith is full of hay. Actually, that is just a tiny bit of hay. If I don't clean that thing out twice a day, with my cold, bare, hands, one or the other of them will pack it so full of little bits of hay that I don't know how they drink.
Becky thinks it's Dal, but we really never see them doing it. It isn't accidentally dropped there either. No it is soundly crushed into the bottom of the bowl, layer upon layer, until if I don't get at it quickly enough I drag out a football-sized lump of wet, soggy, stems and bits. I clean it either when I'm feeding them or when I'm milking them.
I don't know why they do it though.
Either the culprit likes to dunk their food, like a kid with milk and a doughnut.
Or they want to rinse their food before they eat it....like a raccoon.
Or they are just making tea. Either way, I can't wait until they go to pasture in the spring....