Happy Thursday, still pitch black outside which incidentally causes Border Collie Bran to rise to fever pitch ! Dark outside causes reflections on the inside of the window…reflections of a black and white Border Collie who looks really fierce, bouncing growling and barking back at him. Clearly it’s Bran’s mission to scare the barking growling (potentially) invasive border collie away and frustratingly…the more he barks, the more he leaps about …the more aggressive he is, the more the dog in the glass does the same. Poor Bran. We eventually have to turn out the light so his reflection goes. Smart dog ?????
We are now milking Daisy May our big black Dexter. Momma cow had lots of preparations for her big day in the milking parlour, her udder had been prepped (wiggled jiggled tickled and squeezed) to get her familiar to the milking process and she had happily got used to the grain bucket which unashamedly distracts her bovine brain from what is happening at her nether end……BUT our big black momma cow had not had the suction milk cups attached to the important “bits”. Well…..Momma cow did not appreciate a big vacuum cup sucking in her swollen asset, much less, four of the big vacuum cups sucking simultaneously and, unable to quietly advise us of her discomfort, Daisy May had a hissy bovine tizzy. Poor Greg, poised under the cow….at the dangerous end was a bit close and personal to a few well aimed and indiscriminate cow kicks. Call in the Calvary…….uh…..me??? Well, once upon a time when I was a little girl ( a VERY long time ago) on holiday in Ireland at my granny’s farm my very old and very wise Granny sitting on a three legged stool with her cow tied to an old tree, told me to hold her cows tail to stop it kicking. The memory clearly survived eons and my instinct was to lift Daisy’s nasty yucky tail over her back and hold on tight. It appears to have been a very good memory to have filed away…..Daisy May has settled down to the milking routine quietly and yesterday we got about a gallon of frothy creamy fresh milk…and no visits to the urgent care centre !! Good old Granny.
Sadly, the warm, frothy, creamy milk doesn’t yet find its way to the ice cream maker…..rather to the barn kitchen and Mojo-Anne’s giant sized bottle with giant sized teats. Mojo is doing well, yesterday after having a major “frap” (frantic random activity period) in her little pen, Quatre attached the lead rope and the little calf was gently led out to meet Misty the docile Jersey Cow….who may be her friend…or may not !!! The introduction wasn’t the civilised event we had envisaged…..Mojo tore around an extremely confused Misty who clearly wished she could be anywhere in the world rather than with the manic calf. I’m not sure who had more fun, the calf or Quatre ? We will try again tomorrow.
MY BOOK IS WITH THE PUBLISHERS and is supposedly a beautiful 40 page hard back with full colour pictures. The book is based on the true story of quest our Shire gelding and a Canada goose that became besotted by him.( see Forsaken Love page on website) It will be ready before the holiday and will hopefully be a lovely gift. Please tell your friends and their friends. I’m never going to be a J K Rowling ….but it will help us pay for chicken food. Smile !!
Timed out, keep safe and warm. M
We are now milking Daisy May our big black Dexter. Momma cow had lots of preparations for her big day in the milking parlour, her udder had been prepped (wiggled jiggled tickled and squeezed) to get her familiar to the milking process and she had happily got used to the grain bucket which unashamedly distracts her bovine brain from what is happening at her nether end……BUT our big black momma cow had not had the suction milk cups attached to the important “bits”. Well…..Momma cow did not appreciate a big vacuum cup sucking in her swollen asset, much less, four of the big vacuum cups sucking simultaneously and, unable to quietly advise us of her discomfort, Daisy May had a hissy bovine tizzy. Poor Greg, poised under the cow….at the dangerous end was a bit close and personal to a few well aimed and indiscriminate cow kicks. Call in the Calvary…….uh…..me??? Well, once upon a time when I was a little girl ( a VERY long time ago) on holiday in Ireland at my granny’s farm my very old and very wise Granny sitting on a three legged stool with her cow tied to an old tree, told me to hold her cows tail to stop it kicking. The memory clearly survived eons and my instinct was to lift Daisy’s nasty yucky tail over her back and hold on tight. It appears to have been a very good memory to have filed away…..Daisy May has settled down to the milking routine quietly and yesterday we got about a gallon of frothy creamy fresh milk…and no visits to the urgent care centre !! Good old Granny.
Sadly, the warm, frothy, creamy milk doesn’t yet find its way to the ice cream maker…..rather to the barn kitchen and Mojo-Anne’s giant sized bottle with giant sized teats. Mojo is doing well, yesterday after having a major “frap” (frantic random activity period) in her little pen, Quatre attached the lead rope and the little calf was gently led out to meet Misty the docile Jersey Cow….who may be her friend…or may not !!! The introduction wasn’t the civilised event we had envisaged…..Mojo tore around an extremely confused Misty who clearly wished she could be anywhere in the world rather than with the manic calf. I’m not sure who had more fun, the calf or Quatre ? We will try again tomorrow.
MY BOOK IS WITH THE PUBLISHERS and is supposedly a beautiful 40 page hard back with full colour pictures. The book is based on the true story of quest our Shire gelding and a Canada goose that became besotted by him.( see Forsaken Love page on website) It will be ready before the holiday and will hopefully be a lovely gift. Please tell your friends and their friends. I’m never going to be a J K Rowling ….but it will help us pay for chicken food. Smile !!
Timed out, keep safe and warm. M
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