Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Saturday, July 11, 2015
What was That....Wait, what IS that?
Camp starts this noon. See you next Saturday afternoon. However, things are still rolling here at the farm. Welcome to the madhouse....I get up a couple hours before the rest of the crew for some quiet time and to get some chores done while house is still. First job is to take Daisy out for her little walkies. I opened the porch door to find that during the night something had wreaked havoc. The snow shovel, brush nippers, tool boxes, garden stuff, hose nozzles, etc. were strewn and tangled everywhere. The wood of the wall....not the world's sturdiest wall...was chewed away on the corner of the door to make a round hole so whatever it was could escape. My guess when I went out there and sniffed the air was fox...it was sort of a wet, rank, doggy odor. The hole is about the right size.... I woke up the boss, because that is what wives do. He got out the .410 and put in a couple of shells and we took a look around. After I put on gloves and cleaned up the mess that is. Lots of rabies around here....so Peggy will have to be carried through the porch for a few days. Something rustled in the bushes under the mulberry tree, but odds are that was just a deer. We went back inside to talk about the Amsterdam Mohawks ball game he went to last night...guess he had quite a time. And then.....my cell phone rang. It was Liz, making no sense at all. Something about a calf, but incoherent with excitement. We bred both old cows last year. Moon didn't calve to the service we had on record and neither did Bama. We didn't care too much.... We had vague memories of talking about breeding Moon a second time, but it wasn't written down (my bad) and no one actually remembered doing it. I thought she looked bred when we brought them in the barn last Saturday because of concern that local fireworks might scare them. She wasn't bagging though, and I just said, nah, we never bred her again. Guess we did though. It's a girl.