Rest in peace, Toy Story.
Rest in peace, Toy Story.
Another long day at the farm. That is me on the left trying to fix the gator with help from the cows.
The second picture is the cows on the hayfield. They wintered there for three months and now the wheat and fescue is starting to grow faster than they can eat it.
Thought we would go back and look at some of the cows and how they have grown over the winter. This is Grace one of Vicki’s favorites. She is only four months old. but she has really grown.
Everyone’s favorite, Blue. She is now five months old. She is looking great.
This was one of the smallest calves we had. She is not named, but she has really grown.
This is a calf we call Smokey, because of her color. She is almost a big as her mother.
And finally, a picture of Vivian the day she was born, and a picture last week. She’s going to be a great cow.
While other people were doing black Friday and Saturday, we at the farm were doing the ring toss. We pride ourselves in a flawless placing of the hay ring around the hay bail. Who was the driver who scored 100 on the ring toss?
If you guessed my daughter, you would be correct. The ring toss champion. Whenever we need a clutch ring toss we call on her.
Wooly Bully has an new girlfriend every single day. Today it is #131. What a lucky girl she is.
Two week old calf. Looking good.
Two calves on the same cow. This is a crazy herd. They will feed on anyone. It also makes it a great herd.
That is all we have from the farm the week of Thanksgiving. We give thanks to God for everyday we spend together.
Finally the trees are have changed color. The wheat is coming up. Great time to be at the farm.
A few pictures looking down to the hay field, then back up from the hay field.
We keep missing feed. The cows blame the buzzards, the buzzards blame the cows. We just can’t catch anyone doing anything. That is until today. #140 was caught in the action.
This is me counting cows. Jethro Bodeen and I repeated the third grade three times. It took most of the day for me to count the cows.
Bottom hay field I planted at midnight Labor Day weekend.
My daughter’s house at the end of the hay field today, and her house one year ago.
Going into the special time of the year, we hope everyone has a special holiday season, and hold those close that you love. Many miles may be between you, but the love and memories overcomes those miles. May God bless you all.
We now have 25 cows, 19 calves, one bull , and one donkey. This calf we call Blue. She looks like a blue tick hound. Big floppy ears and runs around like a a dog on a trail of a deer. The bottom picture is me putting out feed one Wednesday night. If you double click on the photo all you see are the ears on ole Blue. We hope to keep Blue for many years, she will hopefully be a great mother in a couple of years.
Wooly Bully and I have not been getting along. Two weeks ago Wooly Bully flipped me head over heals over a feeder on my back. I felt like I was in a car wreck. The first picture is of Wooly Bully yelling at me to get out of his pasture. Two stubborn males trying to get their way. This time Wooly Bully gives way. Something tells me I had better watch my back.
I want to share with you what a great God we serve. Anyone who has doubts about God needs to come to the farm. There is no way the following pictures could happen without a gracious and merciful God. This calf was born while we were at lunch. The first two pictures are within the first two hours of birth. The third picture is in the second hour. The fourth picture is in the third hour as they are running to join the herd. Thank you Lord Jesus for all you do.
I hope you enjoy the farm pictures. Sorry they are not very frequent. You are welcome to come and visit anytime. It is a lot of work, but it is a lot of fun. It also brings us closer to God.
Amazing how the Lord works. We had the live birth of a bull calf at about 4:00 Sunday. What a great sight. The calf was so full of energy and the entire herd seemed to want to protect him.
The calf was born in front of my daughter’s house. It was born to the first cow we vaccinated and tagged. Since this was the first bull calf born on the farm, we are calling him Abraham, for he will be the father of many.
Abraham has many cousins to play with and many aunts to watch over him.
Our herd had been terrorized by a coyote most of the week. This all came to a halt about 6:30 tonight at the end of the barrel of a ruger 10/22. Thanks to a buddy of mine for showing up at the right time with the right gun. Can you say stink, stank, and stunk? That is how he smelled.
At the close of a great weekend, we see the sun setting and the canadian geese leaving the pond.
Come and join us anytime. There is always lots of work to do, but also lots of fun. We will even let you drive the tractor.
When you mix a black angus with a hereford you get a black baldy. Black with a white face. Great meat and a larger cow.
Nine calves have already been born. We had to run all the cows through the chute to give them their shots. I’m not a vet, but I slept at a Holiday Inn Express last night. Then finally they got back to their mothers and everyone was happy. In total today we vaccinated 25 cows, 9 calves, and one bull. Thirty-five animals for a couple of rookies was tough.
After all the vaccinations have been given, then the cows are turned out to the pasture. Nothing but pure mud after overnight rains. These cows appear thin, but they have just given birth.
Cow loved the minerals we put out. Need to put more out every day for the first two weeks.
Pure bred angus bull. I think he has taken a liken to me.
I wonder what we are having for Thanksgiving dinner next year? I smell meat not turkey.