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
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77 responses to “Daisy the Virgin Cow”
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!
She was nice to me this morning at milking time. Our school starts on wednesday so the teenager will be off into a new chapter! And i will be back to the quiet chatter free days.. c
Our school starts the 5th. I bet it will be an adjustment having the teenager leave. He has become such a nice part of the farmy family!
I love reading about your farm!
Morning Julie, i am so glad that you are enjoying it.. your little farm will be moving into springtime high gear soon.. have you bought your sunflower seeds? c
I can relate to Daisy’s feelings about needles. My mom could tell stories…enjoy the quiet days. They sound heavenly. Love the last two shots. 🙂
I also love the long lines of the country around here.. morning kristy.. c
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!
I am going to tell her you said that!!! She is such a gallump. A finishing school for cows would be just the thing.. c
Ouch. Poor Daisy. Poor you. I hate needles too. And I would hate to headbang a cow. 🙂
You would hate it.. It was like being hit with a boulder.. c
All I can say is ouch again. 😦
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…
Poor old bees, they have such a short life and work so busily the whole time. Morning Ronnie.. have a lovely morning in your garden.. c
You took me back home this morning with that gravel road shot leading my eye. Thank you. It’s a beautiful, beautiful image which so captures the essence of rural America.
it does, esp in that evening light.. morning audrey, keep busy.. c
I love the air and light of end summer. I can’t seem to find much of it in California. That Daisy is a headbanger.
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.
Daisy certainly looks out of sorts. I hope your head feels better 🙂
Maximus is the name of the company I work for, so I feel as if I am an integral part of this process with Daisy! Lovely girl, lovely you, miss c!
I can remember the huge process of AI. We used inserts rather than injections to bring the cows into heat. I don’t know which would be better. Good luck Daisy!
I can’t say that I blame Daisy, but I expect better from my cow. 🙂
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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!!
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
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