Thursday, March 31, 2011

Tethered




Valentino - born February 14th


Pounding fence posts in frozen ground by hand as it gets dark in between scout drop off and pick up will normally get the culprit a quick ride to the butchers, but there is always an exception to the rule, and lucky for him he's exempt this time.

This little troublemaker has put me in a lot of pain the last few days a night of limping, a few days so far of bruises.  See he thought he should follow the big boys when they crunched, then jumped the fence the other day and went for a little early spring free-ranging.  The problem arose when I discovered this at hay feeding time and convinced the older 2 to come back by yelling " Hey!  What are you doing?  get back here!" and shook my oats bucket.  The older 2 came a running and hopped over, rather clumsily in the spot they mangled getting out.  This one on the other hand, couldn't figure it out. I guess being barely 6 weeks may have something to do with that. He tried to buck through the fence, the dogs tried to herd him away much to his dismay,  he began to bawl and his bawling caught his Mamma's attention just as I slipped the rope over his neck.  Needless to say muddy ground, weak fencing, a protective Mamma cow, and a calf on rope is not a good mix.   So, here he is now tethered until further notice, notice being when I can get a fencing crew out here to fix the mess of a fence someone did not put in properly (why ask for the fencing how-to book if you are not going to read it?) when I can trust that I won't have to do that again.



On another note, apparently Pandora has listening limits, and since we have gone over hours with the kids nightly lullabies, and I am to cheap to pay a buck to use it till the end of the month, I am listing to my music selections tonite via YouTube, which is much more hands on, but has the added benefit of videos to go with the songs.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Some days are harder than others


It's not my fault. It was the little guy![/caption]

Some days I think we all get thrown for a little loop or two or three.  Some days I wonder if whoever is upstairs is paying attention to what is going on, trying to see just how far he can push us, or maybe just having a little laugh at my expense.  Yesterdays emotional rollercoaster, along with the cold I seemed to develop last night, combined with todays unwanted mud bath, yet more fence repair, and bullying by him who I am trying to escape Just don't put one in the best of moods.





Hoping hot showers, a cup of tea, a nice flick on the computer and a good nights rest will bring a simpler and easier day tomorrow.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Baby's Bottle

Hey, what'cha doing with my bottle?

Open up.



I've got it Mommy!


My little baby feeding our bottle lamb. She has to hold on super tight, or Dirty Snow, the lamb will pull the bottle out of her hands. And then she has to start all over again. My Baby girl, likes to feed the little lamb, although you couldn't tell by the look on her face.



*Please ignore my dirty floor, white floors do not belong in the entry/kitchen of a farm house.