Tag: cows
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The crooked-ness
My posts are crooked, the barn is leaning, the feeders are sinking and the BooBoo limps. The hay bales list, the fields are poggy and not one fence follows a straight line. The posts are on a lean, the gates drag and the chickens perch on ramshackle lengths of pole. All this I can take but if…
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19,044 Foot Steps
Good morning. I thought I would try a quote to start the day. I like quotes. In a gentle way, you can shake the world. Mahatma Gandhi This woman walked the gentle footsteps yesterday. Alone. And down empty country roads.But that was OK. John was on the tractor for the morning cleaning the concrete pads…
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Bobbys and Heifers
The big Hereford Bobby, T2 and Lady Astor’s Bobby T are now the sole occupants of the sloppy salad bar paddock. Little Bobby T3 and his best friend Sheila the big fat pig who is not really fat at all have come across to the big barn. The salad bar is a bit of a mess.…
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One of those days
Yesterday morning the big beast, the Hereford steer, walked away and stood all alone in the West Barn separating himself from Carlos and his cows. I smiled. Thank you very much I said and I shut the barn gate on him, gave him extra feed and decided to proceed with the big shift. I had been…
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Bale-ful Looks
TonTon was standing outside watching Tima the Bad be Bad and he was shivering. Poor old Ton very seldom shivers and in fact prefers to be outside but he was shaking all over in the cold. So I called him in and put Boo’s coat on him. Immediately he hunched then sat with a thump…
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