Saturday, April 02, 2011


Bonnie seems to be waiting for something.  Clyde, outside the pen, doesn't care; his belly is full.  

Oh wait, the door is sliding open.  Clyde still doesn't care.  

"It's about dang time somebody fed me," says Bonnie, with an impatient toss of her head.  

"Yum, yum; I love hay, especially good hay."

Clyde, a typical adolescent, shows up when there's grub on the table.  Hard to believe he's only seven months old.  He has five more months to live, then he goes into the freezer.  

But wait, why are the cows leaving their hay?

Range cubes, that's why.  They like those even better than hay.  At some point in the next couple of days, Cliff is going to turn the cows onto the new pasture.  Then they won't need anything to supplement their diet.  


  1. Sounds like when they go out to pasture it will be one less job that will need to be done. Hope your Saturday is a great one!

  2. Cliff is doing good feeding them for you. I know you will be glad when he turns them out to the other pasture.
    Have a nice weekend. Helen


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