Never say never

Sometimes I stare at the Title Space and nothing enters my mind. Actually I often stare with nothing in my mind but we all know that by now.

‘Never say never’ sprang to mind last night when I began to load this page.  There are always hiccups along the way.  Not major ones. just little ” hicks hicks in cups”. I think it is good to know that things are not meant to go smoothly so we can then gird our loins for the incoming little hicks.

But as my Senior Son said to me the other day “First World Problems.” Thinking of it that way puts a lot of things into perspective. My first ‘First World problem’:

Tane was refused at the border because his cage did not meet the new specs. So now he is coming late tonight instead of last night. Tima is trying to be stoic. Jake is coming with me to the airport, so at this point, we are still full steam ahead.  Same team – different day.  And we will borrow The Matriarchs big jeep to accommodate the bigger crate.

Queenie has a new bull offer. He is from across the tracks and not a terribly trendy beau but she needs a bloke. He is a Holstein. A Holstein is like a Fresian.  It is an accepted cross (Hereford/ Holstein)  and he was a small baby, does not have a large frame and throws small calves.  The vet has agreed in the absence of a good beef bull (and we are running out of time) it should be OK –  so on Friday she will be loaded up into the black mariah  and hauled off to live with her new fella for a while.

She calved a good sized calf without trouble last time so I hope this works. Everyone I spoke to has already shipped their bulls. Maybe I should get my own Hereford bull. This is what I am thinking. But I need a few more Hereford cows first. And more grass.

Isn’t Aunty Del looking lovely.

Poppy is banging on the gate. She always does this when she is coming into heat. She and Queenie cycle at the same time. Like sisters in a house.  It is a noisy weekend. Though hopefully we get Queenie to her bloke before it is too late. And Poppy is left to make a racket all by herself.

There she is banging on that gate again.  I have seen her wack the gate (and it is only ever this gate) with her food dish – maybe she will do that tomorrow. In December we will breed her.

I put an old  hat rack in the shed. (The shed is like a purgatory for old stuff on it way to the recycling –  I intend to remake this into a mirror for the wall – one day.) But in the interim the guineas have discovered it and spend a good deal of time checking their reflection”Does my arse look fat in this?” I can hear them saying.  At which every other bird in the vicinity makes a run for it. NO-ONE want to answer that question. Guinea fowl hold grudges.  (Once again I had the wrong lens on the camers for that shot – but out of focus or not it is too funny not to share!)

I hope you all have a good day.

Your friend – back on the farmy.

celi

ps. Did I tell you that there is a rumour of Snow on Friday!? Horrors!