Winston

Another calf born yesterday. It was an amazing morning with geese ringing up off the river through the fog like rather noisy ghosts, lower than the roof of the house and just barely visible, (but eminently very hear-able), and the air the color of a million-dollar pearl.

This has been the week for unexpected visits from assorted folks, from dear friends to the milk inspector. They are all good folks and we love to see them, but we sure had to scurry to keep up with things. The boss is working on getting in some firewood, and finishing up a couple of bits of hay. Hopefully the rain holds off a few more days. It sure is soggy out there.

Liz went up and got the new mama and baby while we were milking and brought them down. She decided to choose a name for the new one that fit the day in a proper way. This may be the first heifer ever named Winston, but she is a good 'un and we are glad to have her.

We had a real nice little half-shorty bull born the other day too, to Alan's Bayliner who is an own daughter of Whirlhill Kingpin, a bull from the sixties, which is quite an accomplishment. Bayliner is from Bayberry, so she is a half sister to my favorite cow, Broadway, dam of our shorthorn show heifer, Rose Magnolia. Alan named him Barbossa, which seemed pretty fitting as well.

Looks like another sunny day on tap for today, so when I get over the jet lag from being up until after midnight after a late and extremely exasperating meeting, I will be looking for a reason to work outdoors.....