A neighbor retrieved the sweet old gal today. If he doesn't start feeding her better at his place, we'll likely find ourselves re-hosting a Holstein.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Indian summer has given way to deep fall. Even late spring calves are past due for weaning.
The last of the tomatoes and peppers have been rescued from the garden and rendered into chili and soup.
Most songbirds have shipped out. The cats are hunting less mice and more blankets.
"The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools." ~Henry Beston
"While the earth remains,
Seedtime and harvest,
Cold and heat,
Winter and summer,
And day and night
Shall not cease."
~Genesis 8:22 NKJV
Friday, October 23, 2015
Despite the mild temperatures, all the livestock are growing their winter coats. Easter's face--well, see for yourself! I don't think the cold wind and snow will bother him in the least.
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
Monday, October 19, 2015
This time of year, early evenings find me keeping one eye on supper proceedings and the other out the kitchen window. For a few brief but resplendent moments, the setting sun sets the cottonwoods alight.
Friday, October 16, 2015
Monday, October 12, 2015
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Friday, October 9, 2015
Mercy, the fierce but fair-weather mini-panther, loves Indian summer. It's not too hot, cold, windy, or wet in her jungle. For sport, Mercy pursues lemurs (mice) and parrots (songbirds) and ambushes villagers (us) and dholes (Bodie).
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
On my way home from running, I saw that one of the calves wasn't feeling well. I called Cupcake and Blossom, who promptly accompanied me, and the other 40 head soon joined the procession home.
It wasn't very western, but it definitely was easy.
Monday, October 5, 2015
Saturday, October 3, 2015
A month ago, I found a tiny cottonwood struggling to grow in the middle of the gravel canal road. Somehow it had survived herbicide sprayed by both the canal company and the nearby farmer, not to mention a nearly rainless summer.
I began watering Tiny regularly to help it recover from stress before I rescued it. Hubby and I waited until rain was predicted before beginning Operation Extrication.
The pen around the goat shed needs a shade tree, so we picked a spot nearby for Tiny's new home.
Tiny looked even tinier surrounded by the tree "cage" that will protect it from browsing goats and deer until such time as we need to change Tiny's name.
"He reached down from heaven and rescued me." ~2 Chronicles 22:17 (NLT)