Piper and Patch were a frolickin’.
Along the road so sweet.
When they thought they heard a cry, a baaa!
Was it their mother, the long lost sheep?
“Are you my mama?” Patch asked.
Maizy the cow was all a-bawl.
And with a little spit, she gave ‘em a lick
“A new auntie” they cried, “so tall!”
“Are you my mama?” Piper asked.
“I’ll peep and peep all day!”
And with a “cheep” and a monstrous leap.
The chicken flew away.
“Now this is hopeful!” they bellowed.
As Tulip said “Hello.”
She’s big and white … but not quite right.
One bark and off they go.
But who’s this walking toward us?
“Baa, baa,” they cried!
We’ve been looking for you all day, ma ma!
And with that, they let out a sheepish sigh.
My animals at the farm give me great joy. Their sweet little faces greet me in the morning, wish me a good night, and for the most part … they behave. But on certain occasions, animals will be animals … and no amount of training can save you from their antics. These are their crimes! (Shot with bad lighting like those shocking mug shots we see of movie stars.)
Actually, it was her sister, who’s gone now. (And not because she ate the chicken.)
Remember a while back when Maizy gave me a good cow kiss? Well … this time the shoe was on the other foot. Or, hoof, as it were.
We’re getting ready to sell our milk in our local co-op and also our little downtown store. But first, we had to go through all the state inspections the last few weeks. We passed with flying colors. In fact, when the state inspector walked into our milking “parlor,” he said, “This is the nicest raw milk facility I’ve seen.” (I’m convinced it was the …
My daughter, Meg, and her husband, Lucas, recently returned home from a business trip to Guatemala, where apparently, the horses get dressed a little more fully than their American counterparts …
Girlfriends, there are times when a woman’s mettle is tested, and I contend that only the most mettlesome maidens are up for the task of cow midwifery. Do I get a medal? Nah. But after a long month of doting on Maizy (several times each night), I get to …
Only a few moments after her birth, and still wet, meet our new little Etta Jane. Mom, Maizy, and daughter, Etta Jane, are in fine shape. (We’re a little tired.) Born 2:45 a.m. today/43.5 lbs. Maizy’s first birth.
Still no calf. But Maizy’s udder is …
Not yet, not yet, not yet. Oh, when will our Maizy have her calf? We’ve been stuffing dollar bills into, none other than, a milk bottle in an attempt to predict WHEN!!!!
Any ideas for girl or boy names?
Maizy is sooooo over-the-top huggable and lovable right now. She wants to be touched all over, scratched, and reminded constantly (several times through the night) how beautiful she is. If she weren’t so BIG, I think she’d crawl …
This is the last weekend for our Bed & Breakfast. We had four guests. Alyson Oüten and her sis, Kara, shared a tent. They cooked over the campfire, ate our homemade s’mores, drank wine, and took turns soaking in one of our outdoor bathtubs.
I woke up early this morning to feed my animals and noticed that my pregnant Jersey cow, Maizy, was missing. It was just getting light, so I grabbed my binoculars and scanned the nearby fields (covered in wheat stubble from the recent harvest). There she was, a fair amount away, looking just like an elk or deer. (It’s hunting season here.) Not wanting to waste any time, I broke into a run to …