Maximus is the name of the bull. His semen arrived frozen, and held suspended in a tank in the back of the Vets van. Once she had recovered the vial it was gently revived in a cup of warm water and delivered with the utmost care and a very long glove. The Vet will do a blood test in thirty days and we will know a week after that if it was a successful day. A long time to wait isn’t it.
Daisy had three hormone injections over the course of 10 days to bring her into heat. She is a drama queen about needles. On the last injection yesterday morning, after I had jabbed her and we had all relaxed a notch, she swung her head wildly as I turned to leave the stall and managed to smack me full in the face with the side of her head. I hit the wall but did not hit the floor and as John recovered control of the cow, I reeled into the milking parlour, away from her and sat down heavily on the floor. My cheek bone still aches but no bruising. Apparently we both have hard heads. But it all worked out in the end.
And we all settled back down into that gentle late summer slide. It is quiet everywhere now. Even the birds seem to sing more softly. The Farmy is focussed on keeping the summer close by, no loud noises that might scare her away. Taking gentle carefully placed cushion steps. The corn has begun to rustle, the dry leaves stroking each other as the breezes move through on their airy toesteps. Even the light is holding its breath.
Later John made capsicums stuffed with wild rice, sultanas and pine nuts. The rice had been cooked in a tomato broth. We ate out on the verandah and watched not very much.
Good morning. I hope you don’t get bored because that should be the last of the excitement around here for a while. We expect to amble through the chores. Saunter around doing the work. Puddle about in the boats of warm weather. Grow, harvest, cook, eat and chat. It is still busy but not frantic. I am not sure I can bear it!!! Let’s cook shall we? I am going to be looking for some good recipes to liven up our lazy days.
Have a lovely day.
ps. It appears that I did not write a page a year ago. Ah well.