I thought I would be clever and upended the somewhat empty frozen gallon flagon of molasses, jammed it into Daisy’s feeder so it dripped into her hay and let them fool around with it for the day. OOPS!
Then leaving Queenie to clean up the last of it Daisy went outside to bury her head in more hay. Well you can imagine the result. She did not want anyone to see the result actually. But we can imagine it. I am just hoping that she and Queenie will clean each others faces, though their faces are frozen, we are below 0F now. Most unfortunate for a cow with sticky mollases all over her face.
Son of The Son of Neanderthol Man seems very proud of his war wounds from the Winter of 2014 which is by no means over.
Tui has not lost a foot, she is just shifting on her feet, warming one then the other. We had blowing cold here yesterday. That gritty blowing snow, that whites out the horizon. No-one went outside voluntarily yesterday, not even the sheep.
Can you guess who is who. (Mama is off screen, she prefers to eat by herself around the corner in Senior Splendour). So you can choose between Minty, Tilly and Meadow. My only clue is that Meadow is definitely pregnant probably with twins by the look of her.
No sunset last night.
Just coldset. Set in Cold. But thats ok. After the cold chores I could retire to the warm house, a hot bath, a bowl of coleslaw, a glass of home made wine and thee.
They say it is going to be terribly cold again today. Very cold the forecast says. But the old people say every few years you get a winter like this. I am just SO grateful that I am not milking. (So is Daisy!)
Have a lovely day.
Love your friend on the farmy
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The photo of that door latch is fav, c. Good morning!
I had to come back to see Sticky face! Dem there cows look like they are all gelled up for a disco! I wonder if it would work on my hair at the moment, it is on a wayward trail right now.