It’s Tuesday and it’s grey and gloomy over the valley. Down on the pond, the goslings are rapidly growing and for proud and protective mom and pop they are fledging out into not so little “mini mes”. In a rigidly straight line, mom ( or pop) at the head and pop (or mom) to the rear sail across the tranquil water as a slight breeze is swaying the hanging branches of the cedar trees. Down at the barn we can see the Gentle Giant Meadow’s eating team, aka the ewes already lining up in front of the gate. Dawn means that it wont be long before Greg arrives with his back up team (and an ever over excited Bran the Border Collie) to open the pen and it’s the Katahdin Derby across the farm road and freedom for the day. Belly deep in the waving grass the sheep graze looking for all the world like pasture maggots then disappear as, satiated, they slump down to chew their cud and think about whatever fat happy contented sheep think about.
The barn is daily changing as Greg and our little family of WOOFERs give it a makeover and a long overdue facelift. We are starting to look like a real horse barn and the contented horse heads hanging over the doors complete the image. After early morning chores are completed and mucky wheelbarrows are filed away until the next time, the barn team transforms into the construction team and magic is happening
Poor Misty the Jersey calf had a bad evening. The highlight of that pretty little lady’s day is the arrival of a hefty half gallon bottle topped with a big red rubber teat. To get that bottle the calf would sell her soul and once the benefactor of the bottle appears around the corner of the barn a watchful Misty has one thing on her mind and nothing or no one is going to come between our voracious calf and the frothing milk. Nothing was different yesterday, the milk fairy ( WOOFER Carla) duly arrived, admittedly a little behind schedule but not late enough to be the cause of emaciation and Misty gripped the teat, determined not to be parted until every last drop was inhaled. Sadly…that is exactly what happened, Misty inhaled and the milk filled her lungs. Misty panicked…and coughed, we determined that our little Jersey calf had had her last bottle, sadly poor Misty begins her weaning process today.
Time to go, the cuckoo clock has spoken and everyone is on the move.
Take care, keep safe, M
The barn is daily changing as Greg and our little family of WOOFERs give it a makeover and a long overdue facelift. We are starting to look like a real horse barn and the contented horse heads hanging over the doors complete the image. After early morning chores are completed and mucky wheelbarrows are filed away until the next time, the barn team transforms into the construction team and magic is happening
Poor Misty the Jersey calf had a bad evening. The highlight of that pretty little lady’s day is the arrival of a hefty half gallon bottle topped with a big red rubber teat. To get that bottle the calf would sell her soul and once the benefactor of the bottle appears around the corner of the barn a watchful Misty has one thing on her mind and nothing or no one is going to come between our voracious calf and the frothing milk. Nothing was different yesterday, the milk fairy ( WOOFER Carla) duly arrived, admittedly a little behind schedule but not late enough to be the cause of emaciation and Misty gripped the teat, determined not to be parted until every last drop was inhaled. Sadly…that is exactly what happened, Misty inhaled and the milk filled her lungs. Misty panicked…and coughed, we determined that our little Jersey calf had had her last bottle, sadly poor Misty begins her weaning process today.
Time to go, the cuckoo clock has spoken and everyone is on the move.
Take care, keep safe, M
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