I hope everyone out there had a wonderful Christmas; I got out of bed determined to “do” Christmas and just as determined to make sure that, since I am the cause of the less than merry atmosphere in the house…we will celebrate. Things may not be great but someone somewhere out there would surely like to trade with us. I have been surrounded by more love and faith than any one person could ask and we are SO lucky. So, I put on all my Christmas sparkle, inside and out and shimmied ( really ???) into the kitchen determined to dispel any Christmas Grinches that may be lurking underneath the Christmas tree !!!! Greg wasn’t feeling much like celebrating, he just wants to get on with making me well and Ginger had just never had a Christmas like ours…as English as we could make it (without the mince pies). Ginger is happy to embrace our strange culture and traditions, especially if they taste good ! The chef did a wonderful job even down to a little prima donna tantrum over slightly overcooked Yorkshire puddings. It wouldn’t be Christmas without a chef tantrum or two would it ? Ginger got to savour for the first time, Yorkshire Puddings ( slightly overcooked/ burnt) doused in thick meaty gravy, enthusiastically tucked into English fruit trifle and suffered smilingly the indignity of wearing the paper party crown that dropped out of the Christmas cracker. Christmas crackers are part of the traditional English Christmas dinner experience. Wearing the paper crowns and reading the usually corny riddle is an optional extra and Ginger, our Californian / Alaskan WOOFER volunteer was happy ( I think ?) to co operate and participate. Thanks Ginger.
Back to the barn and at this moment in time ( and, for sure, the next week or more) Hol-ley is attracting a lot of attention. That little heifer is determined to either (1) make sure that if we have forgotten, she will remind us or (2) make sure that one little heifer will make more noise than all the cows in Texas ! Today is the day that little Hol-ley grows up and the bottle fairy will no longer appear with the bottle of warm frothing milk topped with the jumbo red rubber teat. Today little Hol-ley will become a (little) big cow. So, the whole valley and beyond resonates with her mournful mooing, Hol-ley doesn’t want to grow up, it stinks to be a big cow and the whole world is going to know it !
Also down at the barn, the two mature cows, Molly Moo and Daisy Mae again begin their journey into manufactured motherhood. For the past week both of the ladies have been walking around with a bright blue plastic straw protruding from their nether regions. These straws were inserted by Wayne, the Artificial Insemination guy (the calf fairy) and are intended to bring the ladies to their hormonal peak ( gosh, can you imagine all the PMT going on in there…!) ready for insemination. Hopefully, fingers toes (and anything else that is crossable) is crossed and in September there will be two adorable little calves in our barn.
Well, ….It’s that time again….time I shut down and listened to the back police who is following instructions( to the letter ) from the back doctor. Guess I don’t have too much room for argument with those two eh ? Take care, keep safe and well and please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. M
Back to the barn and at this moment in time ( and, for sure, the next week or more) Hol-ley is attracting a lot of attention. That little heifer is determined to either (1) make sure that if we have forgotten, she will remind us or (2) make sure that one little heifer will make more noise than all the cows in Texas ! Today is the day that little Hol-ley grows up and the bottle fairy will no longer appear with the bottle of warm frothing milk topped with the jumbo red rubber teat. Today little Hol-ley will become a (little) big cow. So, the whole valley and beyond resonates with her mournful mooing, Hol-ley doesn’t want to grow up, it stinks to be a big cow and the whole world is going to know it !
Also down at the barn, the two mature cows, Molly Moo and Daisy Mae again begin their journey into manufactured motherhood. For the past week both of the ladies have been walking around with a bright blue plastic straw protruding from their nether regions. These straws were inserted by Wayne, the Artificial Insemination guy (the calf fairy) and are intended to bring the ladies to their hormonal peak ( gosh, can you imagine all the PMT going on in there…!) ready for insemination. Hopefully, fingers toes (and anything else that is crossable) is crossed and in September there will be two adorable little calves in our barn.
Well, ….It’s that time again….time I shut down and listened to the back police who is following instructions( to the letter ) from the back doctor. Guess I don’t have too much room for argument with those two eh ? Take care, keep safe and well and please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. M
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