Cow Scratch Time

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It’s that time of year where the cows are extra enthused to scratch on any solid object.  And OOOH they love it.  Especially when we bring them up to the yards.  So much to scratch on, so little time.  They really get into it.

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Which is fine.  Though we have this one barrier to our yards that took a beating when the gutter system gone wrong weakened the underfoot, so the giant concrete pillars would wobble if some massive force … or cow scratch … tested it.

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And OOOh they did.  The herd LOVES a good scratch.  Especially now when the weather is warmer.  We used to park the digger to hold the wall up, but in the last few months, we didn’t need that safety net.

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The top bar is made of heavy pipe.  Except for the last bit … the wobbly bit … that is a plank of wood that has been winning the herd triage battle for years.  They test it, but that wood held strong.  Except for today.  The herd came in for triage, Brent went out to set up their next move and I herd a crack.  Instead of helping him, I manned the corner.  There was a snap in the wood, but it might hold for this round and we could fix it after.

I was trying to think of ways to quickly reinforce the plank while we triaged.  All options involved materials and time.  I stepped away to check the water and I heard the final “crack.”  Quickly!  What material can bind two planks of wood withstanding a half ton animal head in search of a scratch?  Duct tape.  Just so happens, I had some close by.

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I quickly patched with duct tape the two pieces of broken plank together to make it, presumably, stronger than it was before.  As a back-up, I asked Brent to drive the digger round to hold up the fence and detour any fence jumpers.

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Hahahah.  We’ve not had a cow jump a barrier.  Don’t worry.  Except for today.  It wasn’t over my outstanding duct tape improvisation.  She tried to jump over a proper barrier.

 

 “She’s going to jump, Brent”

“Don’t worry, she won’t jump”

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“She jumped, Brent”

Yep, she JUMPED.  Amazing.  We moved her safely with the other triaged cows.  They were a bit on edge, but calmed down soon enough.  Now I’m hoping she won’t remember her super cow jumper powers.

 

… and now this.  Monster Cars in France.

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My Jogging Buddy

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Two new calves this day. Brent moved the herd and then went to tag the calf left behind. As he does safely, while the mum was off munching. This gal was not so impressed with getting her ears pierced. ” The calf is running the wrong way,” I hear from Brent on the radio. She crossed to the next paddock and Brent asked for some back-up. I drove down in the truck. She wasn’t running too fast, but steady. She was too far ahead of him, so when I met her with the truck she stopped. Honked my horn to get her to turn around towards the herd. No such luck.

She kept running, running, running. Up the hill to the next paddock. Towards the courtyard she went, I jogging beside her as to not lose her. I used to jog in Discovery Park in Seattle Washington. I worked on my breathing back then which helped for this moment now. So we jogged next to each other. I tried not to panic. Catching a calf in this mode is not easy. They have rodeo events for this situation. Calves are random with their direction. They are fast. They are strong. I without a horse and a lasso, all I could do was jog.

Her tail flicked up, I reached for it, grabbed it then tackled her like a rugby player. I radioed to Brent that I had her. It was all I could do to keep that girl from running some more. She was so incredibly strong and I am not a small woman. She must have been all of two hours old.

We drove her back down to the herd, she found her mum. All is good.

She had quite a motor to run all that way uphill after just being born, Brent called her Motörhead. The photo above is Brent beginning the words, “She’s weeing on me.” I suppose being a rebel by running away and then pissing on the farmer also supports her name.

Schmorange

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Shortest day of the year, I grabbed some magic hour shots.  My subjects were wearing orange which brought out that magic in magic hour.

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Non-orange people also joined in because they are hams.  A photography victim.

Our dog stuck his head in a hole.  That’s when I worked it all out.  “Downward Dog” is not only a yoga pose, but an actual dog pose.

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More organginess and a violet eyed Mint Mint.

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This pose was so popular, Lumi joined in.  Lucy demonstrates the human version of downward dog.

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Minty stole my camera and shot me.

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We are munching the cows through stockpiled grass.  They were resistant at first.  Today, they worked it out and are fat fat fat.  You go girls!

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Giddy

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This weather is amazing.  Just giddy.  T-shirt?  Open doors?  Optional fire?  Whah?

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The cows crossed the road today.  Finishing up the alfalfa.  Unbelievable.

Yesterday was sunny, but turned cloudy at dusk.  The herd started out like this.

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This morning they were like this.  Munched down.

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Then, they moved to Vila ( the paddock named after a character in Blake’s Seven ).

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Here’s what they look like crossing the road.

 

 

 

 

Don’t Eat The Golden Snowdog

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Snow day today!  We’ve not seen snow here since 2013.  A great day for the kids.  When the snow falls, you know your day will be different.  All your plans of driving and doing things are arrested and you spend the day understanding just how cold snow can be.

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I kept the fire piping hot.  I’ve been here before.  Snow is great until your mittens get wet.  Then they come in crying.

Lucy made a giant snowman.  Brent pointed out that he has never made a snowman.  I share that same attribute.  But I have made my fair share of sand castles.

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Zelie doesn’t remember the snow.  She slept in and was so incredibly excited to get out there.  Her world turned into a “fluffy cupcake.” Her words, not mine.

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Brent finished off his morning coffee dodging puppies, gazing at Lucy’s giant snowman wearing his best snow Crocs.

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But the snow must go on.  The herd had their second bale of hay when things started melting.  They are rustic cows.  This snow ain’t nuthin’ compared to where they came from.

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They are loving the hay, but still manage to find grass underneath the snowy bits.

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This is what cow poop looks like in snow.  I knew you were curious…

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