Tag: cows

BABY LUCY

When I went out to check the two Angus cows Luna and Leia yesterday morning there was a perfect little calf all curled up in the dry straw. Luna (who has a bigger udder than Aunty Del in full production) is the proud mother. 

TRIAGE VS PRIORITIES

That is a rather grand title for such an ordinary post. But for me: Triage means dealing with the task that has a better chance of getting finished and priorities means putting the most important to the top of the list. Not the same…

10,001 AT 7.47PM

I realized last night when I was loading pictures that my blog has attracted over 10,000 follows now. This blog is my solace and comfort and company, without you all I would never have survived out here in the Midwest. Thank you all so…

NEW RISKY DEVELOPMENTS

Pawpaw flowers smell awful and attact flies but that is not the new development. In fact it looks like we might have an actual crop this year!

TIA FINDS HER SPOT

Tia found her confidence today and allowed me to give her head a good scratch for quite a long time. In fact each time I stopped she would angle her head into my hand again. Every cow has a sweet spot and Tia’s is…

ABUNDANT SUNSHINE

Look at all this beautiful sky. This is one of the reasons we struggle through the deep grey of winter. Once summer finally pulls the curtain the sky opens up and I feel like I can SEE once again. This is the natural home…

TECHNICOLOR

I wanted this mornings title to be RIOTS OF COLOUR but there was no riot. Yesterday proceeded with business and purpose and NOISE but most of all – calm. The opposite of riot. But the colour is launching itself into the remnants of our sepia…

THE THREE TIA’S

My friend John from Chicago has many Aunties called Zia (Tia means Aunty in Spanish) and his favorite  (though he has other favorite Aunties too) has an apple tree here that has just come into blossom. Planted right beside the turkey house. And then…

TXIKI SAYS NO

TXIKI decided not to go with the herd when I moved the cows on the West Side into the pigs paddock, yesterday. She kept walking to the gate then turning tail and rushing back to the safety of the barn. All day she stayed…

BAWLING

WEANING is one of the most poignant days on the farm. The babies are healthy and growing up, they are old enough to live on their own without their mother, things are going according to plan,  but OH the MISERY  – there is no…