This is not the picture I intended to take. I noticed all my cows, as well as Adam's two horses, were out on the point, some lying down and some up, grazing. From a distance I noticed Gracie, the little heifer in the foreground, snuggled up against another cow. That's what I thought, until I got closer and realized Adam's quarter horse, Tude, was laying with his head up, and that's who Gracie was snuggled up against. That isn't even normal! I hurried to get the camera out of my pocket; I wanted evidence of this.
And just as I turned on the camera, Tude decided to roll, as horses do. He practically rolled over on Gracie!
Gracie jumped up and ran a short distance away, wondering what happened. I was laughing so hard.
But I missed the picture I was going to take. Not only that, I missed getting a picture of Tude almost rolling on Grace.
All I can do is show you this pathetic shot I took after all the action was over and all I can do is tell you what happened twenty seconds before I took it. But if you know cows and horses, and how they interact as well as I do, you probably don't believe me. I'm not even sure I believe me.
Maybe I dreamed it.
After several days with few visitors at the vacant house, suddenly it is a beehive of activity. This leads me to believe that indeed, someone has purchased it. This picture was taken today.
For the past few days I have been working at teaching my two-and-a-half-month-old bottle calves what it means to be part of a herd, and how it feels to roam around on thirty-plus acres. They are too young to toss out there full-time, but they can start learning. Already they have learned that electric fence is liable to be found anywhere on the place, and after running through it twice, they now avoid it. They have learned to give Babe, the big Hereford, a wide berth; she has a low tolerance for young whippersnappers not related to her. I wanted them to learn to keep their distance from from Adam's horses, but Tude and Sassy have surprised me: For some reason, they let the two babies hang out with them in peace. Maybe they know Christmas is coming and figure Santa would want them to be nice to babies. Speaking of Adam's two horses, notice my new header picture in which you can see Sassy showing off as she runs to greet Tude.
George and Gracie, the two former bottle babies, are on the left. I turn them out after daylight and keep my eye on them. If the herd wanders off without them, I go out and encourage them to join the group. In the early evening I call them to the house, feed them sweet feed, and shut them in where they have their own private supply of hay with nobody to push them around. George's rear end looks tacky, but he isn't sick, he's just been eating grass all day every day. As you can see, Bonnie and Crystal are doing just fine.
I am trying my hand at making cheese again. Things went better this time; I gave the rennet an hour longer to work than I did yesterday, and it set up nicely.
If you have a Nook, or a Nook app, or if you read Nook books on your computer, I finally found out there are lots of free ebooks for it: Just go to Barnes and Noble's website, go to the search feature for Nook books, and type in 0.00; you will find hundreds, maybe thousands, of free books. You can find free books for Kindle at ereaderlove.com. You need to check often, because some of them are only free for a short time. I just finished reading Francesca of Lost Nation, set in Iowa in the 1940's. One of the best free books ever! I did have a slight problem with the fact that the country folks in the book had indoor bathrooms, since everybody I knew in Iowa as a kid had outdoor toilets. Even schools and churches had outhouses! I overlooked that little shortcoming, though, because the author did a great job of making me love the main characters so much that I was sad when the book ended.
I mentioned recently reading "The Jungle", a book that changed the way meat was handled just after the turn of the century. Well, this morning in the process of reading a freebie book, "Accidental Farmers", I was lured into actually paying for an ebook called "Slaughterhouse: The Shocking Story of Greed, Neglect, and Inhumane Treatment Inside the U.S. Meat Industry". Guess what, folks? There is still a lot of work to be done in the meat industry. Maybe Cliff and I will just keep on eating meat we have raised ourselves.
Well isn't this a meandering entry? I had better quit before I go off on yet another tangent. Besides, I have books to finish.
