I think I may have to do more volunteering for Community functions ! Greg still had a full days poo to relocate to the steaming muck file, hay mangers and water buckets to fill and shaving beds to replenish. I gave my hair a last flick, wafted a little smelly ( not manure type) checked everything was buttoned or zipped and it was off to the Civic Center for my two hour stint for the Farm Tour Committee. Fortunately, I arrived a little early because it seemed everyone I ever met on the Peninsula had migrated to the Civic Center and the Liveable Fair. “Visiting” started as I slammed the truck door and continued happily until the last table was defrocked and the last bean bag packed. I’m not sure that I should have had so much fun…but I’m already looking forward to next year. Sign me up Bill !!!!
While I was busy enjoying volunteering, Greg was busy running the Ranch and part of our daily schedule is milking Daisy Mae and Bran the Border Collie “encouraging” Daisy and Misty Moo from the milking station out to the pasture. Sadly, Bran’s enthusiasm isn’t totally performance related, he isn’t really 100 % interested in the bovine procession to the pasture….Bran’s major (only) concern is succeeding in catching the final creamy milk drips off Daisy Mae’s udder. Understandably, Daisy isn’t too enthusiastic about having canine jaws wrapped around her udder and I have consistently attempted to ensure that teeth and udder never meet….but I wasn’t there. Bran, recognizing that a frazzled Greg wasn’t paying due attention to Daisy’s nether regions latched on to her udder. Fortunately for Bran, head buried under a cows tail, Daisy’s “ needs” were unknown and Daisy needed to go potty (or wanted to ensure the dog learnt a smelly lesson). A cow needing to go potty is not to be ignored and having learnt from experience we ensure that she is given ample splatter space. Clearly Bran never got the memo and as the tail lifted, the dog clamped even more closely to the udder and Daisy’s bowels emptied ……all over Bran’s face. How can a dog look pathetic ? check out Bran’s poo portrait ! Life’s tough if you are a dog with a fetish for udders.
Tom the turkey is quite “the lad”, clearly he and Mrs. Christmas have finally managed to establish which end is which and, fortunately for our happily “co operating” pair we currently have a 100 % fertile rate. Each morning a speckled brown egg is deposited in the hollow Mrs. Christmas is apparently happy to call her nest and each morning her potential offspring is kidnapped and transferred to a mechanical nest commonly called an incubator. Daily cheeping turkey poults are hatching, drying and being transferred into the turkey brooder. We currently have 13 fluffy little turkeys fluttering and flapping and at least 25 silently growing in the incubator. Tom is clearly very satisfied with his lady friend…so happy he sorted out which end was operative !!!
Time to go, Take care, M
While I was busy enjoying volunteering, Greg was busy running the Ranch and part of our daily schedule is milking Daisy Mae and Bran the Border Collie “encouraging” Daisy and Misty Moo from the milking station out to the pasture. Sadly, Bran’s enthusiasm isn’t totally performance related, he isn’t really 100 % interested in the bovine procession to the pasture….Bran’s major (only) concern is succeeding in catching the final creamy milk drips off Daisy Mae’s udder. Understandably, Daisy isn’t too enthusiastic about having canine jaws wrapped around her udder and I have consistently attempted to ensure that teeth and udder never meet….but I wasn’t there. Bran, recognizing that a frazzled Greg wasn’t paying due attention to Daisy’s nether regions latched on to her udder. Fortunately for Bran, head buried under a cows tail, Daisy’s “ needs” were unknown and Daisy needed to go potty (or wanted to ensure the dog learnt a smelly lesson). A cow needing to go potty is not to be ignored and having learnt from experience we ensure that she is given ample splatter space. Clearly Bran never got the memo and as the tail lifted, the dog clamped even more closely to the udder and Daisy’s bowels emptied ……all over Bran’s face. How can a dog look pathetic ? check out Bran’s poo portrait ! Life’s tough if you are a dog with a fetish for udders.
Tom the turkey is quite “the lad”, clearly he and Mrs. Christmas have finally managed to establish which end is which and, fortunately for our happily “co operating” pair we currently have a 100 % fertile rate. Each morning a speckled brown egg is deposited in the hollow Mrs. Christmas is apparently happy to call her nest and each morning her potential offspring is kidnapped and transferred to a mechanical nest commonly called an incubator. Daily cheeping turkey poults are hatching, drying and being transferred into the turkey brooder. We currently have 13 fluffy little turkeys fluttering and flapping and at least 25 silently growing in the incubator. Tom is clearly very satisfied with his lady friend…so happy he sorted out which end was operative !!!
Time to go, Take care, M
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