Daisy the Virgin Cow

Yesterday Daisy met with the Vet. She was wild eyed and leery.  Daisy that is .. The Vet was calm and brave.  The Vet has known Daisy since she was a new born so everything soon settled down.

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 was not impressed.  But a bull is out of the question Daisy. Too big for the little farmy! She got a bucket of watermelon rinds as a treat afterwards. 

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.

celi

ps. It appears that I did not write a page a year ago. Ah well.

 

77 thoughts

  1. Ouch — Daisy does not like injections and your description had me reeling. Hope you are none the worse for it. Enjoy the late summer slide. You are right about the birds singing more softly — I miss hearing them in the early morn on my way to work.

  2. “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.” What lovely writing–yay!

  3. Oh dear, sorry to hear you and Daisy decided to bump heads although I am pleased to hear you are both okay. Must say, it is quite a long wait to find out if our girl is preggies – oh well, patience is a virtue they say. :-) Mandy xo

    • oo.. the man with the golden arm.. goodness. I am lucky to have a vet as a friend so she comes out. I don’t know what everyone else does around here. I know that quite a few people have bulls.. c

    • I was pretty woozy for a while, the moment she hit me i was placing the cap back on the syringe, John said as I hit the wall I managed to still cap it and say ‘Oh. that is me unconscious!’ before i stumbled off.. ha ha ha .. silly.. c

  4. How could we get bored Celi, life has patterns with big ups and downs, including Daisy, it’s all i n the detail like her getting watermelon rinds as a treat, I just love the details. And hope your cheekbone isn’t too painfull today.
    Loving the sound of John’s stuffed peppers, we had stuffed tomatoes last night, love ‘em !!

  5. Wasn’t it Daisy’s tail that got you in the eye last time? She has her ways of making statements, doesn’t she! I am sure these many veterinary steps are also quite expensive, so for all the effort, we are pulling with you for great results. I couldn’t possibly be bored with what you explain as calm, and more ordinary days. The life on the farmy will always be delivering a great picture. Good day to you, too, Celi! Debra

    • Morning Debra, This Vet is not too terribly expensive i suspect she is being kind to me. i do budget for her to come twice, so if this one takes i am ahead! Fingers crossed again! c

  6. The full on face pic of Daisy says “I am so not amused with you right now”. She likely thought a smack in the head was fair pay back! Seriously, glad you were not badly injured. And a baby on the way soon would be awesome, no? especially after all the trauma. Okay, I will take my twisted sense of humour back to my studying now.

  7. Here in Southern Ontario we are also feeling the quiet slide and cooler temps at day break make me wonder if we will get an early fall. This relaxing time -just before school starts in a couple of weeks is a nice time to catch our breath and say AH! Please give Daisy a hug she probably feels remorse at least as much as she can!

  8. Sounds like Daisy needs a trip to a finishing school, where she will learn that there are better ways for a Lady to signal her displeasure than by head-butting the help.
    Glad you weren’t hurt, Celi. Good morning!

  9. What passes as quiet on the farmy would be traveling at breakneck speed in my world!
    This morning as I watered the plants I saw a dead bee among the rose bush stems. I felt sad for the creature and thought of you. I guess it was a natural death; nothing obvious was responsible…

  10. i am relieved that you were not hurt with the kick of the head. it is things like this that happen that keep us on our toes, we never know when something will happen that could cause more pain that a headache. please take care.

  11. Oh Cinders…so glad you weren’t hurt any worse…I guess Daisy was just trying to get even or at least let you know what she thought of the date with her frozen boyfriend!!
    Enjoy your late summer days…they look so beautiful there…it is always such a bittersweet time of the year for me as I so love full on summer days here in the beautiful Northwest!!

  12. You are LUCKY, LUCKY, LUCKY your cheekbone wasn’t broken. Her head is MUCH bigger than your head!!!!

    It’s cooler here…feels like we have entered fall, although the birds are still here…hummers and my swallows that live on my house. The robins are gone and the meadowlarks…I sure hated to see them leave.

    it’s 68* as I write this is 9:12 in the morning…way cool/cold for August.

    Linda
    http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
    http://deltacountyhistoricalsociety.wordpress.com

  13. Daisy, boss, sure knows her punctuation and when to place it !!!

    OUCH….the surprise delivery…!! She has opinions too. She
    is probably writing her own blog !

    Have a peaceful day with your own punctuation marks !!

    BHM

  14. When I was about 10 or 12 years old, my Mom took us to the CNE (Canadian National Exhibition) and she was thrilled that we had arrived right at the time a cow was about to give birth (we were not as thrilled) but she said it was an amazing thing to witness new life at that precise moment. It was breach and the vet had to turn the baby around.
    Hope Daisy has an easy time of it. I hate needles too, so I can’t blame her for being upset. Hope your head feels OK; lucky there was no bruising.

  15. This line is perfect: ” The Farmy is focussed on keeping the summer close by, no loud noises that might scare her away. ” It so captures this hold your breath time of year. Some how the days seem luxurious.
    Sorry about the cow head knock – they are so good at that…alway know when you aren’t at all prepared -then whack. (I know they laugh among themselves afterwards) And you were kind enough to give her watermelon rinds!
    “Puddle about in the boats of warm weather.” just another perfect image. Enjoy while you can!

    • Thank you so much for the nomination, I shall pop over. That was lovely of you to think of me. I hope you don’t mind that I save the lovely job of passing this on when I have a bit more time.. I am better at awards in the winter (laughter!) have a lovely day.. c

  16. Huh? I’m not a country girl [well this here is just 'pretend' country!] and should not be speaking up, but if Daisy is old enough to have a bub, isn’t she old enough to have the fun of getting the bub? Perchance there would have been someone of lesser build than this Maximus?? What if it is a large, large calf . . . . .Oh, this is one of my favourite ways of having peppers but . . . poor Daisy, you go and headbutt ‘em again . . . !

  17. There will be beauty even in the quiet phase of the farmy, and you will catch it. I must say I chuckled at the name of the bull: Maximus! Just as well he didn’t visit in person.
    The head smack sounds alarming. Do remember to rest.

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