Well, we don't have that many, just the three cows and then the steer that SHOULD have gone in the freezer by now, and the loaner calf, Oliver.
But they do certainly go through the hay when it's cold. It's ONE DEGREE outside right now and still dropping. Our low was revised yesterday to 5, but I think it's going to go below zero for the first time this winter. This is late January weather, not mid-November. We should still be having nice sunny days in the 50s and 60s with lows just around or slightly below freezing. Pretty colored leaves on the deciduous trees, blue skies with wispy cirrus clouds... but no. Not this year.
Oh, look, while I was typing that last sentence, it went down to zero outside. Gah!
Lannie, your work schedule never fails to amaze me. It tires me out just to read it.
Our weather has been funky too, though not nearly as extreme as yours. But it got up to 71 yesterday, supposed to be upper 60's today--then a possibility of snow/ice/mess tonight with a low of 20, high 25 tomorrow. Then back into the 60's by Tuesday.
Well, the Weather Channel guy says this is an "Arctivasion." (Arctic Invasion, get it? Yeah...) The weather channel is seeming more and more like the Game Show Network. At least it's a fast-moving Arctivasion.
Ha that is true!
So this may put me in the sissy camp - But I hate splinters! As I was sitting here I moved my finger a bit and felt a "sharp" pain in my right index finger. I knew what it was as I had thought I got a splinter earlier today picking up Mila's toy from the freshly put down pine straw. But as I looked and rubbed it I didn't see or feel anything...so I thought I got lucky.
I went to the bathroom with my readers as I can't see much without them. In better light and with glasses I saw the small little hmmm cant say what I am thinking....so just splinter. Tried tweezers but way to small. I used the needle to pick at it. But having to use my left hand (right handed), I pushed it deeper in. Argh matey! So there it will sit I guess and hope it doesn't infect.
Think I would rather just be punched. Thus my aversion to needles as well!
Any homemade remedies to get splinters out? Put mud on it draw it out like stingers
I was going to say a hot water/Epsom salts soak, repeat as necessary. That's worked for me, when I've had enough time to sit and soak a finger or hand. I'm right handed, too, and can't do squat with my left. I have Rich, but his eyes aren't as good as they used to be, so if I get a tiny sliver (or a burdock spur, those BURN and STING!), I'm on my own. I have resorted to chewing, if it's in a place I can get my teeth on! LOL!
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I know what you are talking about! Yours and Kenny's chores kick my wimpy chores in my A$$!
You farmers are better than my hobby farming skills.
That was super Awesome that Rich went out and Bobcatted for you.
I wouldn't have a chicken coop if it weren't for my Alan. (not to be confused with AJ on here)
You know, I haven't even told you about the BAD stuff yet. This is all "normal" daily stuff I've been talking about. There was the time I went out and found my momma cow, Bandit (RIP Miss Bandit) all hunched up and licking something in a patch of thistles and found out she'd had her calf five weeks early! He shouldn't have lived, by all rights, but Rich and I got him in the house and kept him alive for a week until he could stand, and then gave him back to Bandit, and she raised him from there. I never worked so hard as I did that one week. But we saved him, and he grew into a fine young steer.
Then another time, I came out to feed the critters and found (hmmm... the same cow) Miss Bandit, upside down, strangling because her head was below her body. She'd gotten "cast" by lying down on a small slope and then couldn't get up, and if a cow can't belch, she'll accumulate air in her rumen until it pushes all her organs, including heart and lungs, to the point they can't function, and they die. I think if I'd been five minutes later, she would have died. I couldn't get her rolled over by myself (she was a very big girl), so I did the thing I'd hoped I'd never have to do. I stabbed her rumen to let the air out. All I had was a dirty, dull barn knife that I used to cut bale strings with, but it was all I had, and I figured I'd deal with any infection later. I ran in the house and screamed for Rich to call the neighbor (the young, strong neighbor) and raced back out to tend to my love. I was lying across her, spattered with blood, holding a knife in one hand (I'd had to enlarge the hole), trying to press the air out of her with my body weight, when Rich and the neighbor came in the barn. They thought I'd killed her but I'd actually saved her life. The three of us managed to roll her over herself down the slope and she immediately got to her feet and was shaky, but fine. I had to give her antibiotic shots for a while afterward to combat the effects of that dirty knife, but my sweet cow lived to eat another day.
THOSE kinds of days are hard.
Just dropping by to say goodnight, and no one's here.
Those of you who mentioned noisy siamese cats recently...maybe you'll enjoy this video:
The breed's looks sure have changed from when I was a kid.
That was SO funny! When Rich and I lived in Oregon and had jobs (and money, LOL!), we had a hot tub off the front deck, and every time we got in there, one of our cats would pace the back of the couch (he could see the deck and hot tub from there) yelling his fool head off, "GET OUT! GET OUT NOW! DON'T YOU KNOW THAT'S ACID?? GET OUT, PLEASE GET OUT, RIGHT NOW!!!!"
He hollered so loud, we could hear him even if the front windows were closed! He was so funny.