Because of the antibiotics currently being pumped into my body I wont be waking up on New Years day with a hangover.. the back police are enforcing prohibition on alcohol. Guess I’m going to have to find an Al Capone. Smile.This morning was a good morning, I was able (for the first time in eons) to be able to turn on my side and turning on my side meant I could steal the cuddle I have been waiting for for sooooo long ! Seemingly little steps but I feel we travelled a mile. I think I may have turned a corner and I feel elated.
Not much going on down at the barn, the torrential rain yesterday made everyone wet and miserable. The sheep struggled to find a place to shelter under the big cedar tree, it seems impossible for sheep to look miserable but our ladies have perfected the art. There used to be ample shelter under the low sweeping branches but as the ewes have idly waited out the storms they have munched their way through 50 years of growth
The horses don’t need a reason to look miserable, once that sweet grass has gone and they have chomped their way through the days hay ration, they look MISERABLE, depressed and dejected. They have no cause, they have been fed, they are warm and dry, they have plenty of room to run and a warm dry stall to come home to. Standing motionless in the drenching rain, heads down and water dripping off their noses they are the picture of misery and blatant neglect…yeah, right ! those animals are possibly among the most pampered in the Pacific North West.
Molly Moo and Daisy May have had no chance to complain about the inclement weather today. Today they came into season, I wont elaborate on the sordid behaviour that helps us identify their condition but behaviour and the fact that those bovine ladies are not backward about being forward and the whole valley is aware that they need a man. They are vocal, very vocal and they don’t care who knows it. Constantly and persistently they moo a long loud mournful moo…we want a man and we want one NOW. Greg answered their woeful calls and Wayne the artificial Insemination man (aka the calf fairy)..who incidentally DOES have long arms is on the way. The little blue plastic straws implanted last week have worked and now the calf fairy and rampant hormones will have to cooperate and our September calves may just be created today. If I didn’t have fingers and toes crossed with no spare digits (for myself )I would be crossing them for a successful conception. Calves are so cute.
Whilst on the subject of calves ( we were!) this years calf Hol-ley has suffered the horrors of weaning relatively quietly. We had expected a bovine tantrum lasting several days and little Hol-ley has surprised us all. As long as “her people” arrive with a carrot or three and a neck scratch it’s all good and if Lamb Chop tries to muscle in, the poor lamb is airlifted into orbit. Poor Lamb Chop!
Time to go, take care, keep safe, M