A Farm Day Not Like Every Other Day

+But a farm day nevertheless. My Life. Sometimes there is no way to describe a whole day on the farm : not in one heading anyway. And though categories and tags defeat me – Aunty Del is still beautiful.  At the Press Publish conference I was taught that “Content is King, but headlines are the Kingmakers.”  And this is very true. This from Josepha Haden, who was the first to greet me into the venue and stood up to shake my hand hers so tiny and smooth  in my rough farm-hand hand, She congratulated us on our blog – a beautiful girl. So she will always be special.  However even though I understand what she was saying, sometimes there is too much in a day to decant into a King-Making headline.

Sometimes Farming is the only Headline. Grubby, windy, chilly, wind-burnt, hauling hoses, scooping the winter out of the barn, feeding babies, training grown ups, plants out – plants in, throwing hay, feeding out, walking as slow as the slowest cow, opening gates, shutting gates, barbed wire bras (  from blowing hay, I hate blowing dusty hay) down my front,  just trudging in our gumboots through a delightful day.

But I love the farming. I just LOVE it. My hair is back to being windblown and curly. Standing on all its ends. The ratty, holey, frayed clothes out again.  The Farmy- electric shock therapy keeping me on my toes!

Isn’t Elsie developing a respectable udder?  (For all you udder watchers – like me).

During this one day the girls and I covered a myriad of tasks. The most important task being; keeping my mind  ON the Task.  In the afternoon I sent them on the walk Across The Way to feed the Brown Bobbies all by themselves. They loved it. Walking through the prairie grasses, down the wee path, across the bridge, down the country road and up the lane to the West barn.  

All by themselves. They had been trained to feed the Bobbies and check their water. So I was confident. On their return there was a universal thumbs up, coats on their arms, faces flushed, camera’s swinging, happy as larks. Kids love to be trusted. It springs them right up.  They felt The Belonging. Belonging is a King Maker.

On their return they began to make the international feast. And it was divine.

Good morning. Our Twittering of quotes from each others blogs is roaring along. I am so loving it. It makes me read what you are writing more carefully. Searching for the quintessential sentence.  Then sharing that with the link!

Now. COWS. So what do you think? Two weeks for Elsie?. You have been through all this with me before: with Daisy and Queenie. I think Lady Astor is definitely behind Elsie. Her udder is much smaller. But from now on, just in case, the Dutchies are being kept up on the concrete pad, next to the barn, at night. There are coyotes and other wild feral dogs around. In fact only last night Boo sent off my particularly noisy bunch of coyotes. At this point in the gestation of a calf, with birth becoming more and more imminent, it is better to keep the Mama close to home. And I can. So I will.

And now! The WINNER of the March Print:  Drawn by The Cadet is:

BEV! ( Bdibell.)   It is you! So email me on celima.g.7@gmail.com to confirm your choice of the enlarged copy of Peghorn. Congratulations Bev.

Wonderful.  Love!

Your friend on the farmy

celi