Oh, what I wouldn't give for some more 80s, heck, I'd even take 90s! We're supposed to hit 68 or so today, then 75 tomorrow, then 42 Wednesday, and the snow starts. They're forecasting a total of 10 inches between Wednesday evening and Friday morning, and the HIGHS won't even be above freezing for the duration of the storm. Next weekend the weather guessers *think* we might get up to mid 30s to low 40s. It's too early for this much snow and cold. The critters don't have their winter coats yet, and WE DON'T HAVE OUR HAY YET. And our backup heater in the house (a little propane-powered fireplace thingie) went belly up on us, and our main woodstove, which is perfectly fine except we have no wood, won't be any help, so we're looking at a winter with nothing to warm the house but two space heaters. I hate winter and my adrenaline is all jacked up now, trying to figure out how to handle all this. Please, God, don't let the power go out during the storm. ANY storm.
Here I are, for my daily visit.
The rule of thumb is one rooster per ten hens, IF you want a rooster. Of course, you don't need one, unless you want some of the girls to hatch eggs. We have too many roosters and it seems like all of our girls hatched at least some chicks this summer. We are over-run with chickens, and they're gonna need feeding once the snow covers up all their foraging opportunities. Someone must have cursed me with that famous curse, "May you live in interesting times." Things are about to get interesting.
Oh. My. God. (GRRRROAN!) The calf's name IS Oliver! LOL!
I'm sure I mentioned it somewhere. I'm not sure if our camera does video, I've never checked. If it does, once I settle down, I'll play around with it and see if I can capture a few "moments" for you guys. It's a bulky camera, though, and it won't fit in a pocket, so it's always being forgotten at the house when we go out to do chores and stuff.
Unless a bovine has been coddled and spoiled (ask me how I learned this lesson) as a youngster, they're usually pretty easy to bluff with some jumping around, arm waving, and hollering. I can usually herd Oliver by doing nothing more than walking calmly behind him. I bring a riding crop with me as an extension of my arm, so if I have to turn him, I hold the stick out the way I don't want him to go, and he goes away from the stick and where I want him to be. If he's full of pissenvinegar
he might do a quick u-turn around me and I have to go start over, but mostly he's a good boy. The girls usually give me no trouble at all if I have to go after them, because they know there's treats in the barn. Most of the time, I only have to call them, and they come right in.
I did have one bull calf once, though, that scared me. No way I wanted to be out in the pasture with him, because he'd run at me and NOT STOP. I was younger then and had better knees, so I could jump sideways if I had to, but I took to carrying a BIG stick (no wimpy riding crop for this guy) whenever I had to be out in the open with him. And he wasn't that old, only 6 months, so he should have still been docile and friendly. Anyway, one day he pushed me too far and I said that's IT, so we loaded him on the trailer and took him to the sale barn that day. His mama was heartbroken (for some reason, SHE loved him) and looked for him for a week, and broke MY heart by coming up to me every time she saw me and asking me where he was, crying, and pleading with me to help her find him, and anyone that thinks cows can't communicate clearly like that has never lived with a cow. I vowed never to just yank a baby off a mom again, no matter how obnoxious the kid is, and now we do fenceline weaning, where we put the youngster on the other side of a cross-fence through the pasture, so they can see each other, but not interact. That makes the separation more bearable, and after a week or two of that, then the kid can go to his or her new home without too much fuss from mama.
PERFECT caption! "Avanti!!!!"