Last night I thought I would begin the training to get the young ducks in the Quack House with the old ducks and with very little herding they all just walked in.
The rain. On my hay. Raining on my winter feed. Every I bring home more free feed than ever for the pigs and every day the grass is growing – still I am feeling the ‘will I have enough hay for the winter’ fear….
Sod’s law proclaims that you are more likely to get rain if you cut hay and more likely to get dry weather when you sow a field in corn and oats for summer hog grazing.
And all the tractors are out in the fields planting as fast as they can. Literally twenty-four hours a day – I hear their motors all night long Their headlights criss crossing back and forth like fat noisy determined fireflies.
Yes, that is all that is in my head.
While I am milking Tane sticks his furry nose under the door and talks to me. Like an animated head suspended from a string. Milk. Milk. Milk. He chants.
At least we don’t have a feed lot type operation. Many cattle farmers around here have big open cover buildings and cows standing on concrete, fed hay and grain.
WaiWai spends quite some time in fly season trying to get underneath his rags. I cover him with the last of his bed if I am around. Since he was burnt his skin is paper thin and he is is always happy when totally…
Literally every calf ends up sleeping in the boot of the cow car.
I have been waiting for the weather to settle down before putting Molly’s Eight out into the field – apparently it is not going to settle. So out they went yesterday.