Too hot to think...

It has been hot here the past few days; the past week or so in fact. Too hot to do much of anything.

The theme for this month's NaBloPoMo is "hot," and I guess that is highly appropriate for August.

It's too hot to think of any more reflections on being 40. I forgot to check what number I am on anyway. I tried to post on Sat, but lost the whole blame thing. I gave it up because the baby was fussing. She is teething.

It's too hot to think of anything funny to write about even. We did a big switcheroo with some of the animals one day last week. Took 4 out of the heifer pen; two old cows that hubby is going to get rid of, and two springers that are almost due to calve. I surely wish you all could have been there to watch the bull pull his antics. He bellowed and slung his head around with his tongue hanging out, slinging spit everywhere. He'd rub his face in the dust and do more bellowing and spit slinging. Some day I am going to try and record him and post it on YouTube. That'd be funny. Ha. Anyway, then we put two new open heifers in the with the bull to be bred, maybe that appeased his temper.

Yesterday and day before we moved little calves around. It's funny when you've got one on the rope, they bawl and cavort and head for anything they can bust their heads against, seems like. I ought to get a shot of myself doing that as well.

That's it for now.

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Amrita said…
Its so hot and humid here. Hope the animals are OK
August 5, 2008 at 9:32 AM
Calfkeeper said…
amrita-All's well with the animals. They don't do well in the heat, but they are hanging in there. Thanks.

Hope all's well with everyone there.
August 6, 2008 at 8:54 AM
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