Yesterday morning a cow and her calf broken out of a neighbors field walked across the road and broke INTO my field. John’s son reported a disturbance over there and when I arrived I was bemused to find I had an extra cow dozing under the trees.
She is an old show cow so my neighbor walked across with her halter and led the cow and calf home.
It rained again in the afternoon- bucketing down. Coming back from the North this time.
These storms are so viscous that I can’t work in them. Wherever I am I just have to hunker down and wait it out.
The cows stand with their rear ends to the wind and rain and wait with stoic patient bovine-ness. Think like a cow.
I am breaking down my kitchen in preparation for finally putting in a new floor and counter. ( this will take a long time but you have to start something before you can finish it – MY woe before I get to GO). So while I was rearranging I swapped the rubbish arrangement around. Now the big bin is for recycling and the little tiny bin is for landfill rubbish. Why I did not do this years ago I do not know. The recycling was always overflowing. But it makes me think hard about every bit of trash. I don’t trust recycling agencies though but we can only do what we can. If one drinks any kind of beer or wine – which I do – one has to deal with recycling off the property.
The piglets have scorned their fancy creep and made their own – they burrowed into the break out side and have made a little sleeping area between a wall and a big box.
Minds of their own.
I opened the gate for Poppy but she preferred to lie in a puddle close to her brood. The epitome of a hot sow.
What an awful shot.
Hopefully she will take all her babies out into the shade today.