Queenie is waiting. Waiting on Daisy. Dazey Daisy.
Who does not seem to be in any hurry to do terribly much. She now is (officially) a week away from calving .. they say if the calf comes earlier it is more likely to be a heifer, later a steer. Of course there are about a million exceptions to every rule. But we are all waiting.
Below is a Kong toy for dogs. You put peanut butter or something in the little reservoir and your dog chews and licks it out and is amused for some time. For my dogs the Kong is a treat. There are two but one is always lost. ‘Find Kong’ will send Ton hunting all over the house until he finds it. Perfect for his medicine then. I broke the antibiotic capsule powder into a pat of peanut butter and stuffed into the Kong. Then told Ton he could not have it ’til I said. So naturally when I said eat up, he ate it up as fast as he could.
Do you see the lump under his chin in the first shot? Poor Ton. Hopefully between the antibiotics and the hot compresses it will dissipate soon.
Sheila and I dug a path through the snow banks, and worked at opening the gate so she could get out into the Dairy Mistresss field for a walk. This pig loves to be out walking. Even when her pigs trotters get bright pink with cold, she will keep strolling along. Like me she hates ice, but snow is not a problem.
Scrapper has his own solarium. Not a stupid cat.
Marcel listening. He knows I am there somewhere.
The milking parlour is golden in the afternoon light after its scrub. Waiting days. Waiting daze. Waiting for Daisy.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farmy