As yesterday...apologies that is. Sorry if I gave the impression that the boss is incapacitated by all his insults and injuries. I didn't mean to. He has broken his nose a lot in the past and this is a relatively minor one. Gross, when he flops it back and forth, driving everyone away from him, but not too painful I guess. He just isn't supposed to do any heavy lifting for a couple of days but he has a wife and daughter for that so all is good. Thanks for all your kind wishes.
On the good news end of things both kids made it home all right, albeit late as heck. Liz's flight was diverted to DC, which made it really late when she hit 'Cuse, but her truck started all right and I got a text around 1:42 saying she was home.
So all is well...just a bit busier and crazier than usual. Cows are contributing heavily to that. They do not want to come to the barn. They do not want to come into the barn. They do not want to go into their stalls. They do not want to be milked, bothered, touched, looked at closely, or in any way disturbed in their pursuit of sunshine, greengrass, and freedom.
Takes 45 minutes just to get them in to milk them. This will all subside in a few days as they settle into a new routine.
Cows are creatures of routine, and heaven forbid you mess with that. They normally charge inside like a good old western stampede, because they love their grain. With all that grass, grain is just, meh, why bother.....so they don't.
Walking on the weird side, the tube feeder was full of pine siskins this morning. I went out to take a pic, but Nick scared them away..which is surprising as they are usually as tame as chickens. Maybe they will come back later.
I love to watch the grackles try to eat from the tube. Great, big, Mafioso-birds, they lose all their dignity, juggling around, trying to get on the perches. Half the time they are upside down. Then they sit on the clothesline all puffed up, smoothing down their feathers and trying to pretend to be cool.
Anyhow, you are all the best, thanks. I am sure things will return to what passes for normal in the near, or near-ish, future.
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