Guess there is no surprise, because I do live in Northern Maine, but there was a thick carpet of new white snow on the ground this morning. It gets warring on my need to be outside gardening especially when everyone is posting the nice weather they are having, but I do realize that snow is frequent in April and even occasionally in May around here. Sometimes in the begining of June you can see patches of snow in dark corners. A couple of pictures for you I took yesterday before the snow, looking out on my pastures, the first one is to the east and the second to the west, if you look closely you can see fence posts poking out of the snow, the victory is that you can finally see them!
This is my manure ramp, and what is that at the end of the main ramp?
My quick moment of whimsy this morning, a little snow man, the nose is an end of a purple carrot Apache would rather be eating, hay stocks for the arms, baler twine for the scarf, a stock of goldenrod adorning the head. And the eyes? Mmm, lets just say they are not coal, but other little round things you can find in the barn!
I am relaxing for a while because I am very sore and stiff, and a real klutzy farmer. I had a totally traumatic chore time Tuesday night, hard to believe one person can do so much damage to themselves in a couple of hours. The first thing, something I haven’t done for a long time, I hit my head on the metal box overhead in a pen, hit it really hard, crunched my teeth together and knocked me to my knees, never a good thing. So with a gash on my head and a bump forming I proceed to cut my left index finger on a cat food can lid, yuck, lots of blood and bone clearly showing, but not very big, back to the house for the second time to wash an injury and this time apply a bandage. I proceeded gingerly through chores and when almost done I preformed an acrobatic act that ended with me in the manure ditch full length on my face, hit my temple on the cement edge, skun my knuckles on my right hand and hit my kneecap on my bad knee really hard, can’t see the knee for the bruises now. I guess I must have tripped, I really flew thru the air, and my back snapped from my kind of u shaped descent into the ditch. I always wanted to be laying in a manure ditch, NOT! Head kind of hurts, two hits in one night, sigh, not to mention my knee that has been acting up now for weeks, and last week got hit by a steers nubby horns and there is a huge black and blue on the side. And now the kneecap is totally black. All I can say is I am glad I don’t have a doctors appointment soon.
Well enough about me, I tried to take a picture of this little heifer I got the other day, her mother is a belty, and bred to an angus. Usually most angus crosses are black, but she looks like a double stuff oreo, she is very cute and quite hyperactive. The only reason she is holding still is that I am at the mouth end holding a bottle.
There has been a chick outbreak in the barn, a mottled Cochin Bantam hatched a small batch about a month ago, she has one white one, one grey and one black, see if you can find them all, they really blend in and mama was not happy with me about the pictures.
About a week ago a grey Cochin Bantam came out with 1 chick, kind of a waste to sit on a pile of 30 eggs for one chick but she is a fierce mother, and I can’t get close enough to take a picture. Then yesterday another grey mother came out with 2, one white and one dark, so tiny when newly hatched!
Most pictures of KoKo I take are total blurs, or absence of cat pictures, who am I fooling not most but all pictures! They look something like this;
Note the head that never holds still. This next picture is a fluke! It is a little darker then she is but all parts are still!
This is a pic af sweet Mischief,she likes to burrow into hay which has caused me a heart attach many times, nothing like poking your hay fork into a pile of hay and having a cat come running out, or like the other day I was throwing down hay and grain and she was off just before the 50 lb grain bag hit, there wasn’t even much hay that day. I dropped everything and went running downstairs to see if she was ok. The trouble is that she totally covers herself with hay. Here she is just starting to burrow.
You may remember Cricket, she is an odd cat, totally loving but also jealous of anything else I touch. She is getting wide in the belly!
And last but not least, Calliope, A Cat of Mystery!
Well that is all for tonight, time to make tons of calf bottles, 16 to be exact!
Guess I should mention that I am a calf nursery not owner. They come to me when they are just hours old and still wet and I feed and take care of then for their first 60 days. Of course I am directly responsible for the babies being the person that artificially inseminated the mothers. But it is good money or rather trade for me because it goes to the hay fund this farmer does my hay with my help. I used to do it all year but stopped when I went to work full time nights, however my neighbor lost two barn roofs the same day in November with the snow so his calf rearing area is sort of open roofed right now