Just fine

Yesterday Alan got to go to a big tractor pull....way out near Buffalo, the Dansville ESP Tractor Pull. The rest of us stayed home.

Which was fine.

Until evening milking time.

First the boss went out to bale up a load of hay and unload a couple of loads into the mow....

Which was fine

Until every single bale began to hang up in the chain on the hay elevator. When the girls and I went over to milk he was on his sixth trip up the ladder into the mow and about as happy as a hornet on a hot plate. (Not quite so fine.)

Eventually he got things working and got the hay put away while the girls and I got the cows grained (Liz), the milker set up, and the herd brought down from pasture and put in the barn.

Which was fine.


Until we discovered that Encore was missing. She is a little summer yearling of mine (sister to Etrain) Liz kept up to show. When she decided to take a small string this year we turned her out. It was after seven before they found her hiding in some brush as far back in the pasture as you can get. Then we couldn't catch her, because for some reason a couple of full sisters, Beech and Butternut, decided that they really needed to beat her up. Every time we got close to her one of them would come and throw her with their head and she would run away again. Eventually Liz got her hands on her and wrestled a halter onto her head. What with driving all the other cows out of the yard, closing the gates, getting her into a stall, which had to be set up as all were full, it was nearly ten PM before we got done with chores. Two hours late is plumb painful, especially on Sunday, which in theory, should be and easier day.
The kid got home from the tractor pull about ten minutes after we came in from the barn, just in time to miss all the fun.

Which was fine.

***The top photo is of the Supernatural, which belongs to a friend of ours.