Showing posts with label Bovines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bovines. Show all posts
Sunday, January 29, 2012
The Squirt Update
A couple of weeks ago, I posted a picture of Squirt and his story of being a premie in the cattle world. Well, Squirt - as Bugs and Squirrel emphatically call him - is still alive and doing great. This little Aberdeen Angus bull calf five weeks old and weighs about 35 lbs. - or about as much as Katie - our 5 year old Red Heeler dog.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Uh Oh, somebody left a gate open.....
There it was. On the road.
Perfect. Brown and circular in shape.
Not more than a few hours old.
It shouldn't be on the road.....and look that nice.
This could mean really big trouble with lots of headaches involved.
Not a good sign!
Just a cowpie in the road. Why should I be panicing?
Of course, it's from the neighbors Holstein's....not our GOOD beef cows. Our girls wouldn't go through an open gate and walk around aimlessley.
WRONG!
Like father in the Twas Night Before Christmas poem, I sped up the drive, came to a screeching hault, thru open the doors and looked anxiously around.
There.
In the middle of the barn.
Three momma cows and their babies.
And lots and lots of hay and straw strewn all over the barn.
And one open gate.
Bad Girls. Bad, bad, bad girls!
You have no business being on the road. There's enough food right here!
Bad, bad, bad feed man for not double checking and making sure the gate was latched.
But no one was hurt! WHEW!
Lesson of the day: Note to self and everyone who was in the barn.....don't just make sure you close the gate, make sure it latches too!!!
Thanks,
The Management
Perfect. Brown and circular in shape.
Not more than a few hours old.
It shouldn't be on the road.....and look that nice.
This could mean really big trouble with lots of headaches involved.
Not a good sign!
Just a cowpie in the road. Why should I be panicing?
Of course, it's from the neighbors Holstein's....not our GOOD beef cows. Our girls wouldn't go through an open gate and walk around aimlessley.
WRONG!
Like father in the Twas Night Before Christmas poem, I sped up the drive, came to a screeching hault, thru open the doors and looked anxiously around.
There.
In the middle of the barn.
Three momma cows and their babies.
And lots and lots of hay and straw strewn all over the barn.
And one open gate.
Bad Girls. Bad, bad, bad girls!
You have no business being on the road. There's enough food right here!
Bad, bad, bad feed man for not double checking and making sure the gate was latched.
But no one was hurt! WHEW!
Lesson of the day: Note to self and everyone who was in the barn.....don't just make sure you close the gate, make sure it latches too!!!
Thanks,
The Management
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Farm Kid Saturday
The life of a farm kid....
Living on the farm is quite different than living in the city or even a small house in the country. The adventures, mischief and life experiences are unlimited. Mother Nature has so many different assets to keep young children active and busy.
As a child, I would spend my Saturdays not in the house watching Saturday morning cartoons, but outside, depending on the season. There were many Saturdays spent searching the farm for the next great hidden treasure or rare creature. My sister and I spent hours searching for the newest litter of kittens, checking cows for standing heat (we earned $.25 per cow), and hours playing with in the sand & dirt.
Of course, winter brought on many challenges for us with the cold temperatures, but that's when the true joy of being a farm kid occurred. My sister and I would hide in the stacked straw or hay bales anxiously waiting for a cow to give birth on Saturdays and many week night evenings the highlight of our week would be getting to see a new baby calf. As we grew older, we would eventually be responsible for helping dad, resident veterinarian, pull calves.
This Saturday for Squirrel and Bugs was no different than my Saturdays 25 years ago.
Watch for more Farm Kid Saturdays!
Living on the farm is quite different than living in the city or even a small house in the country. The adventures, mischief and life experiences are unlimited. Mother Nature has so many different assets to keep young children active and busy.
As a child, I would spend my Saturdays not in the house watching Saturday morning cartoons, but outside, depending on the season. There were many Saturdays spent searching the farm for the next great hidden treasure or rare creature. My sister and I spent hours searching for the newest litter of kittens, checking cows for standing heat (we earned $.25 per cow), and hours playing with in the sand & dirt.
Of course, winter brought on many challenges for us with the cold temperatures, but that's when the true joy of being a farm kid occurred. My sister and I would hide in the stacked straw or hay bales anxiously waiting for a cow to give birth on Saturdays and many week night evenings the highlight of our week would be getting to see a new baby calf. As we grew older, we would eventually be responsible for helping dad, resident veterinarian, pull calves.
This Saturday for Squirrel and Bugs was no different than my Saturdays 25 years ago.
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| Their trek down by the creek. They saw deer, rabbit, coyote and squirrel tracks. |
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| New born baby...not more than 1 hour old. Oh the joys of watching a new baby be born! |
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| Straw bales to climb on! |
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| Tiger....dad's best friend and the best friend two little boys could have. |
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| Mom...what is Sally eating? We'll save that explanation for another day!! |
Watch for more Farm Kid Saturdays!
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