It’s been a strange sort of day for me. My day off wasn’t through choice, I’m back under house arrest and hating my enforced “rest”. I have used the time wisely…Brownies and an apple and rhubarb dessert for after dinner goodies ! I really think that the only way I could “take it easy” is to be anaesthetised !!! Please don’t worry about me though, I literally have a “pain in the butt”…(again) and I’ll be better tomorrow….I WILL !!!! So Wednesday’s diary is what I have observed from my vantage point, staringly longingly out the bedroom window…(no Tony, I didn’t use the binoculars!!!) And I was miserable with a capital M.
All the animals went out to their respective pastures without event, apparently, getting Alissia out isn’t the issue, keeping her in it appears to be the current goat problem. There was Alissia, on the end of the lead rope walking like a little horned angel behind Greg, with absolutely no intention of lingering wherever it was that the boss had chosen to put her.. but giving a great impression of compliance. All was however not going to go to plan, where there is a will there is a way and she had a will and apparently a way !!. Effortlessley that wily little doeling Alissia managed to make her escape each time Greg returned her to her pasture. Unfortunately for Alissia, the pasture she escaped into just happens to be Roman the bully’s domain and he was none too impressed at her uninvited presence. A game of tag chase followed, Roman was in no mind to share a blade of grass and Alissia, bored and lonely in no mood to be caught. Greg returned her twice to her field, we have yet to find her method of escape.
Our little girl Daisy Mae is all grown up, yesterday the loveable little heifer was turned out with Molly, our milk cow. Under normal situation, but not much is normal around here and strangely enough…our cow situation isn’t normal either. Daisy Mae was bottle fed and has spent the first year of her life as a member of the loveable Three Amigos, consequently she is apparently not 100% sure if she is a cow sheep or goat. Up to yesterday her species was not an issue, all species eat grass, drink water and under ideal circumstances, stay within their allocated pasture. It was decided that Daisy, now a lovely docile yearling was to be re introduced to Molly the cantankerous family milk cow. Molly is in fact Daisy’s mom but neither cow is aware of the family connection as Daisy was bottle fed and hand reared…consequently the young heifer has apparently (and luckily for us), not inherited her moms less than compliant demeanour. In retrospect, it was possibly not the best day for the reunion, Molly was very vocal, her calls resounded across the farm valley but it wasn’t Daisy she was inviting, her longing bellows were an enticement and lure to each and every bull in the neighbourhood and possibly the County to party. The cows were not happy to see each other, Molly resented the invasion of her territory and Daisy just wanted to be able to beat up poor Lamb Chop and love up Macho the buck as she has for the past year. Both cows took a corner, low mooing came from both cows as they circled but no overtures of friendship were made. Daisy tried to get back to Greg…get me out of here….I can’t live with a cow! Last night, the situation was still not resolved, Molly was still needing a bull and Daisy Mae just wanted to be the third member of the Three Amigos and bed down peacefully in the stall with Macho the buck.
Well, it’s time to go. I’m going down to the barn today, please take care and keep safe, M
All the animals went out to their respective pastures without event, apparently, getting Alissia out isn’t the issue, keeping her in it appears to be the current goat problem. There was Alissia, on the end of the lead rope walking like a little horned angel behind Greg, with absolutely no intention of lingering wherever it was that the boss had chosen to put her.. but giving a great impression of compliance. All was however not going to go to plan, where there is a will there is a way and she had a will and apparently a way !!. Effortlessley that wily little doeling Alissia managed to make her escape each time Greg returned her to her pasture. Unfortunately for Alissia, the pasture she escaped into just happens to be Roman the bully’s domain and he was none too impressed at her uninvited presence. A game of tag chase followed, Roman was in no mind to share a blade of grass and Alissia, bored and lonely in no mood to be caught. Greg returned her twice to her field, we have yet to find her method of escape.
Our little girl Daisy Mae is all grown up, yesterday the loveable little heifer was turned out with Molly, our milk cow. Under normal situation, but not much is normal around here and strangely enough…our cow situation isn’t normal either. Daisy Mae was bottle fed and has spent the first year of her life as a member of the loveable Three Amigos, consequently she is apparently not 100% sure if she is a cow sheep or goat. Up to yesterday her species was not an issue, all species eat grass, drink water and under ideal circumstances, stay within their allocated pasture. It was decided that Daisy, now a lovely docile yearling was to be re introduced to Molly the cantankerous family milk cow. Molly is in fact Daisy’s mom but neither cow is aware of the family connection as Daisy was bottle fed and hand reared…consequently the young heifer has apparently (and luckily for us), not inherited her moms less than compliant demeanour. In retrospect, it was possibly not the best day for the reunion, Molly was very vocal, her calls resounded across the farm valley but it wasn’t Daisy she was inviting, her longing bellows were an enticement and lure to each and every bull in the neighbourhood and possibly the County to party. The cows were not happy to see each other, Molly resented the invasion of her territory and Daisy just wanted to be able to beat up poor Lamb Chop and love up Macho the buck as she has for the past year. Both cows took a corner, low mooing came from both cows as they circled but no overtures of friendship were made. Daisy tried to get back to Greg…get me out of here….I can’t live with a cow! Last night, the situation was still not resolved, Molly was still needing a bull and Daisy Mae just wanted to be the third member of the Three Amigos and bed down peacefully in the stall with Macho the buck.
Well, it’s time to go. I’m going down to the barn today, please take care and keep safe, M
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