Puppy brain trapped in a dog body.
Month: January 2015
Hay Ya!
No hay today. The grass is growing just fine. We’ll hay tomorrow or the next day.
What a great year!
Hello Cold World
Beanies a-go-go. It is cold. The sun shines today.
We have new, yellow step-in posts that seem to be working well. The herd is fat on the hay and grass.
Writing on a tiny phone outside, you don’t bother getting the photos in the right order. Too many steps. But for your Condom location needs, Carrefour runs a fine service. But don’t count on them for fresh milk.
… “Location” means “rent.” They do rental vans in the city of Condom.
Hey! You There!
You weren’t, perchance, digging up my garden now?
Don’t blame it on the big guy.
You both learned this naughty trick from that old bitch, Chorale.
That’s it … chew each other and forget about my garden.
Vacation Loves Not Matter
Always great fun to watch well known movies with French subtitles. I believe the above is ” Summer fling, don’t mean a thing.” But translated, “Love vacation is irrelevant” or “unimportant.”
“Quelles nuits” is when John T does his falsetto “niiiiHIGH….T”
And when the gang “shoo-bop-bop”‘s … in French it is ” shoo-bop-bop.” They can totally do that. I seen it at Karaoke night in the village.
Hey!
Calf doing “hay” face. The calves, confused, wander about copying the herd. They put their nose to the ground as the herd munches on fresh grass. They munch the hay because that’s what everyone else seems to be doing. But the hay doesn’t go down as smoothly as mum’s milk. Then, they make this face.
Brent strategically lays the hay out so that each ball rolls downhill. Tomorrow’s morning bale will be a bit uphill. He can do it.
With all this warm sunshine and fresh grass and hay, the herd has been very calm. They do enjoy sunbathing.
We are expecting one more calf this month. After, the rest of the gang shall pop out in March and April.
Naughty Cows
Brent lays out hay for January. Perfect hay bales. The herd gets two bales a day with fresh grass. But last night, they pushed through the front, temporary fence. Could have been a calf or could have been a silly mistake. No matter, they had a great night of hay buffet, all-you-can eat. Ruffled bales of gastronomique proportions.
Brent rolled out some hay and we pushed them back down to their strip. They did this.
Sat down, ruminated, stood. Not much eating. Their stomachs were full.
We later rolled out another bale and moved them along.
They found room.
New calf this day. The mother’s name is “Heather” after my niece. We call her “Jumpy Heather” because she is a bit of a spaz … but then, so is my niece. But she is a fantastic mom. Funny enough, so is my niece. The calf is a strong boy, healthy and content.
