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Survival!

9/14/2014

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Survival. That has been the key word this summer. We were surprised to see the Rose of Sharon in full bloom even with the lack of water and high heat. Then there is little Sirloin. He is a survivor. The first couple days he did not know what to do about the milky bar offered by Daisy. Then when he did try, Daisy would give him the boot (hoof, cow kick). So there was a bit of reluctance on his part to even try. So it was bottle time for us, but we left him with Daisy since we did not was to have him become totally dependent on us. There was also the off chance that he would eventually get hungry enough and Daisy sore enough with too much milk that the relief would feel good. Or better yet know what it is to be a "cow mum". Tonight if was quite evident that Sirloin was doing the calf thing and taking the trip to the milky bar as needed. Daisy was standing for him patiently and gently nudging him in encouragement. It was great to see him drink on his own. He was even moving away from me as I approached with Daisy warning me to leave him alone. Luckily I can still approach Daisy and test her without getting kicked to see if Sirloin is indeed getting what he needs now. All is good. We will keep an eye on him of course on a daily basis to try to make sure he stays on the friendly side. Hopefully Daisy will settle down and let me handle him more. He is a cutie.
Then there is the Freddy the Frog. He has taken up residence in the barn kitchen, eating what is a mystery. He stays in the corner of the sink molding. I moved him out to the garden outside the kitchen yesterday afternoon thinking it would be more natural for him among the plants. Silly me! This morning he was in the kitchen again in the corner. He has actually been living in the kitchen since spring time but I never really knew where his hangout was. I could hear him but not see him. I moved the wood stove to fix the wall so now he is up on the sink. I guess he was living under the stove nice and snug and warm...
Survival...
Take care and stay safe. Time for my survival sleep or I turn into a toad! G
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