Sunday, November 30, 2008
It's a rather nasty day out there. It has been snowing all day, no6thing is sticking, excep
t on the porch, since the ground is too warm yet, but it's snow, nonetheless.
This hasn't been an exciting ;'November for bl///////////////////////////ogging
as far as dairy doings are concerned. What has gone on is too depressing to talk about really; I don't want this blog to turn into a sob fest.
I haven't had the time to visit other folks blogs am much as I'd have liked to. I am going to try and do December, too, though; blog, I mean. The theme is THANKS, so surely I can think of something to be thankful for every day for a month.
Well, I have a fussy kid to take care of.
Blog at you later.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
At the moment hubby is playing with the baby; they are stacking blocks and books to make towers so that she can knock them down. He is having great fun.
Let's see...oh, yes. Today I went in to Bolivar and picked up my new glasses. They gave me a headache, new glasses always do. So I have the old ones on for now. I will have to break my eyes in to the new specs slowly.
Well, only one more day left. I hope I can manage to get a blog in tomorrow. I will feel my November has not been wasted if I can complete my blogging for this month.
Tah for now.
Friday, November 28, 2008
For the past couple of weeks I have been watching the complete second season of The Waltons on DVD. Last year I watched the complete first season. I remember when I was a kid I LOVED this program and watched it religiously. Hubby watched it often as well when he was younger, and he can remember what happens in certain episodes.
Some of the stuff is hilarious; like when the new preacher and Grandpa pay a visit to the Baldwin sisters and get roaring drunk on "The Recipe." Though I still think it's quite a stretch that those old ladies didn't know they were making whiskey in that still. But it's one of the funnier things I remember about the show.
In thinking back I am surprised my father ever even let me watch a show that included a "recipe," but I guess he overlooked it. He was VERY anti-alcohol.
Anyway, watching this show makes me think back to my own growing up and how idyllic it was, though I didn't realize it at the time. I had a pretty trouble-free childhood. I am grateful for that, it's such a blessing. Not many kids these days can say that.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Not much to post today. I guess I ate too much turkey and my thinking cap is asleep.
It is a lovely holiday here in the Ozarks. A good day to be thankful on.
Let's see...I am thankful for all the usual things; family, friends, a healthy baby, life, Salvation, fun, health, country...
It's good to be alive and well.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
That is what is listed as the "Best By" date on the can of the pumpkin pie mix, the contents of which are now baking in the oven, combined with 2 large eggs and 2/3 cup of evaporated milk, all snuggled comfortably inside a homemade piecrust.
We are going to eat it tomorrow, along with the year old turkey that sis-in-law got from her work last Thanksgiving. The turkey has been in the freezer. The can of pumpkin pie mix has been on the shelf for dunno how long. It smells pretty good though.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
At the moment I am having a dessert crisis. Hubby ate the last piece of cake on Sunday and I haven't had time to fix him anything else since. Yesterday what I was going to fix kind of fizzled, so he had syrup on homemade bread and ice cream. A bizarre combination, but he ate it.
Today I took Ellen in to her Parents As Teachers meeting with the teacher so I didn't have time to fix anything. But I remembered that I had a tub of that cookie dough I bought off of one of the kids from church. I thawed it out, smooshed some of it into a pan and am making brownies out of it.
Maybe I can come up with something more interesting tomorrow to blog about.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Never assume your blind date won't notice that you still smell like hogs.
Don't bend over in front of a Ram! He will use you as batting practice.
Never assume you got all of the chicken poop off your head before you go to the store.
Do not ever run across a sun-dried manure pit thinking "light" thoughts ... you are not that light!
Do not ever leave the goat pen gate open "just for a second"...even if the goats appear to be at the farthest point away from gate. They are able to run faster than a person pushing a full wheelbarrow up a hill, and can jump OVER said wheelbarrow.
PS...do not forget the grainbucket when luring goats back to their pen.
PPS...put REAL grain in the bucket too...they can TELL if you just put a handful of gravel in instead.
PPPS...dont do any of these things on days when it is icy.
Never let your city nieces gather the eggs...oh dear. They brought in the ones a hen was sitting on and I sold them unknowingly at work to a friend who hard boiled them for egg salad--yes, you are picturing it right....fortunately, she thought it was hilariously funny....and told the story to one of our docs who was a Kentucky farm boy and we almost had to send him to the ER he was laughing so hard in the middle of a delivery.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
The cow just continued to lay there, and would look around at us occasionally, but she was too busy at the moment to really worry about us. Hubby and I dug in our heels and pulled, except that our hands started to slip on the rope. So hubby told me to keep up a steady pull while he went and got a stick. He put the stick in the loop on our end and we both caught hold of that and pulled.
We could see the nose just barely sticking out and the tongue would flicker occasionally so we knew we had caught a live one, but it was like pulling on a boulder. Progress was measured by centimeters at first.
Then that nose came out and the bottom half of the face was visible. The forehead is the biggest part and once that is out you are home free. But this one didn't seem to be budging at all. Every time the cow would heave we would pull extra hard, but it didn't seem like we were getting anywhere.
It was at this point that the rope, which was one of those new-fangled bungee type ropes, began to make these weird popping noises every few seconds.
"Great" my hubby says, "the rope is starting to break."
At that point I was sure the rope would break completely, the calf would disappear back up inside and we would have to round her up to the corral after all. But we still kept hauling away on the rope and FINALLY the little head was all the way out.
We pulled the calf out the rest of the way and there it lay on the ground, all wet and flat. They really look emaciated when they are first born.
At every live birth there is always that weird magic moment when you look down and see the little heart fluttering in the completely still little chest. Then comes the next magic moment when that little chest begins to lift and heave and you hear the calf snort its first breath.
Then you realize that no matter how high the feed prices have climbed that day, no matter how far the stock market has fallen, no matter what the fuel prices may be; miracles still do happen.
New Life is always a miracle; even if it's just a big bull calf out in a cow pasture on a backwoods dairy farm.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Hubby was going by the bull heifer pasture on the way home from town yesterday afternoon and saw something.
He came in at about 2:15 PM and said there was a heifer up there calving, but she didn't seem to be making any progress.
(Ellen, do you mind terribly, darling? It's difficult to type when you keep pushing in the keyboard.)
This wasn't good news to receive at such a late hour (I start supper at 3:00 pm), but what can you do? They rarely ever do things for the farmer's convenience. So in about 15 minutes I rigged up for cold weather (it hovered at and below freezing all day) and went back up there to check on her while hubby took Ellen up to her grandma's place. Nope, no progress, just a massive pair of hooves sticking out. So I called hubby on the walkie-talkie (very useful things on the dairy, those.) and told him. I waited there while he got the other 4-wheeler so we could round her up into the corral. Except she had gotten up, walked over, and plopped down in a dozer pile. She decided she didn't want to move, even when hubby walked up and examined her.
So hubby attached one of the ropes that we keep handy in the 4-wheelers to one of those huge hooves and...
OK...sorry. I am going to have to finish tomorrow. It's almost 3 PM and the kid is in my lap wanting to watch little video clips of herself.
Friday, November 21, 2008
So, took computer in to have the pros look at it. They plugged it in, yep, actual computer was OK, said we needed a new monitor. Brought it back home. Hooked it all up. Monitor came on, all's well again.
What gives? Dunno. We will see if I can finish this NaBloPoMo thing or not.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
What kind of block do they call it when you can't think of what to cook for supper? Cooking block? Food block? I'm-fed-up-with-cooking block? When one has to cook 3 meals a day, 7 days a week, 365 days per year, the issue "What to cook for supper?" becomes tedious.
So what is the deal with this Stephenie Meyer vampire series stuff? I guess the first book has been made into a movie which has just been released. Is this the Harry Potter replacement? They say the books are written for the pre-teen/teen set of girls but everyone else is going ga-ga over them too. I am going to read them and see for myself.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
For one thing, when you get a group of young'uns together doing something fun, you inevitably get a whing-ding. The girls group together and yak and the boys do their best to annoy the girls.
But most of them have their lines memorized and know when they come in and exit. Now we have to get them to be able to deliver their lines without giggling or snickering. The Indignant Man has trouble with this issue. He has his lines downpat, but gets the giggles about halfway through. It doesn't help that everyone else is laughing too.
We also have to work on the carolers scene. They are supposed to "swamp" Wally, not mob him. Also, they are carolers, but they don't know any Christmas carols. We will have to work on that one.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
For want of anything interesting to post today here is yet another picture of Ellen. Not the greatest, but she's always cute.
We have a new activity that she loves to do; smell the spices in the cupboard. She recognizes garlic and cumin, and calls them by name. This morning she also recognized the cinnamon. She gets out a fair immitation of the names, she started calling cinnamon "cake," which kind of surprised me. Maybe her aunt or grandma had some kind of cinnamon cake they gave her, I don't know, I certainly have never made any kind of cinnamon cake that I can think of, or in any way instructed her on their association.
She loves to use "pay-peer" and a "peen" to write with. But she has been banned from using pens unless she is stuck in her highchair. She has already written in one of her books. *sigh*
That's all for today.
Monday, November 17, 2008
As the holidays approach the mail order companies go nuts and send out multitudes of catalogs. I was going to keep track of how many I received in the mail from Nov 1st until Christmas, but I didn’t know where to store them all. So I kept track for the past 6 mail delivery days. Here is my collection. I think most all of them have websites, so if you see one you’d like to order from just let me know and I will post the site address. Ha.
A Week’s Worth of Catalogs
Monday, November 10, 2008 through Saturday, November 15, 2008
Movies Unlimited-2008 Holiday DVD Gift Guide!
Signals-Gifts that Inform, Enlighten & Entertain
Ginny’s Holiday 2008 Gift Book
Victorian Trading Company- Holiday 2008
Wind & Weather
Plow & Hearth-Holiday 2008
World Vision Gift Catalog
Veteran’s Day Holiday….no mail delivery
National Geographic-Holiday 2008 Catalog
Eddie Bauer-The Gift Book
Abbey Press presents Holidays
Carol Wright Gifts
No catalogs at all! Can you believe it?!?!
A total of 18 catalogs last week. I wonder what will show up this week. The mail hasn't yet come today.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
As a parody of the copperhead pic, I took the following of Matilda. Can you spot the puddy? Ha! She likes to come with me on my walks sometimes, and she loves to play in the leaves.
Ah ha! Below is the copperhead. Would you have been bitten? I would have; but then again, I didn't have the patience to stop and really scan the picture for it. Hubby says usually they are coiled up, not stretched out. If they are moving I believe they are easier to spot. But I don't know. In the 4 years I have been in Missouri I haven't seen a live copperhead; no, I take that back. The only live copperhead I have seen in MO was a rather pitiful looking one at the zoo. Then hubby showed me a dead one. They get run over in the road quite frequently in spring.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
But, oh la la, what to post for today?
Just a quick observation; it's very hard to type legibly with a 20 month old in your lap. She likes to help.
The mini calf we got a couple of weeks ago is doing well. She's grown a bit, but she is still kind of mentally slow, or at least that is my opinion. She still doesn't quite get how to efficiently drink her bottle; she has a big puddle of milk on the ground after she is done. I never have the patience to stand and watch her for too long, all I know is that she slurps on it, then pulls off of it, then re-attaches and repeats.
Today we went in to Lebanon. I went into a couple of the thrift shops down there and bought some things for Ellen. I have to stop myself from buying up all of the cute little dressy dresses that they have. At only $8-$10 per dress it's hard to pass up. I have to get them a couple of sizes too large as she is so tall. She isn't that big around, is of average weight for her age, but at her last appointment she was at the 105th percentile for her height.
Today is opening day for deer season, shotgun season that is. Bow season is now over with until next month I believe. On the way into town we saw lots of trucks parked along the roads, or saw folks in hunter orange and camoflauge walking around. They were in Wal-Mart too, or at gas stations around.
Around here they have places where you can donate your deer to feed the hungry, but hubby just saw somewhere that they also ask you to pay part of the processing fee.
Friday, November 14, 2008
I hope and pray that I can instill in my daughter the firm belief that she has great value as an individual and does not need a boyfriend to make her SOMEBODY or to give her life meaning. And if she does get jilted that it is NOT the end of the world, the Lord has better plans for her someday.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Poo on the dairy. It's everywhere, seems like. And even where it isn't, the smell of it is, depending on the direction the wind is blowing. Hubby has several piles of it around; there is one fresh one here just in view of the house; it has grass and weeds covering most of it. Then hubby transports quite a bit of it into piles way up the road. After it has sat there for a couple of years it turns into lovely black dirt that is great for the garden. Except there are a TON of weed seeds in it. We give quite a bit of it away in the spring; neighbors or friends come load up their trucks. Hey, it's free.
Here's where it gets really gross. The wildlife loves the poo, in all it's various forms. Birds, especially the turkeys, and raccoons eat the corn out of it. Also, at one point early on in my careeer here I kept wondering why the young calves in their little individual calf houses weren't going poo. They never left any evidence of it though they were doing a good job of eating. "Oh," hubby informs me one day, "the 'possums take care of it."
Hmmmm...ok, 'nuff said.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
* He's going to fly high and light low. (To be said of someone who's on a spending spree-he's flying high with his money now, but he'll light low eventually when it's gone.)
* He's got the wrong sow by the ear. (To have made a mistake, as in: we got a call yesterday from someone who was wanting to know why hubby hadn't shown up with his skid-loader to help her out...well, she had called the wrong number.)
* He's got to lick that calf over. (To have done a poor job at something and have to do it over again.)
Then there are the "poor" sayings. Here in the Ozarks to be "poor" also means to be thin, or skinny. That's what most of these are referring to.
* Poor as a snake.
* Poor as owl poop.
* So poor you could do your washing on his ribs.
* So poor you could hang your hat on his hip bone.
* He looks like the tail-end of hard times.
Weather Related Sayings:
* Raining pitchforks with saw logs for handles.
* Raining like water pouring from a boot.
* Raining like a cow peeing on a flat rock.
* It’s a real toad strangler out there.
* Snowflakes coming down like cats a’fighting.
On being stingy:
* Tight as bark on a tree.
* So tight his hind end (or change to your choice of expletive) would hold coal oil (kerosene, I believe).
Chickens are common in the country, thus sayings abound in reference to them:
* Scarce as hen’s teeth.
* That beats a hen pecking with a sore bill.
* I’d as soon do without the eggs as to hear him/her cackle. (Said of someone of whom there are more drawbacks than benefits to his company.)
* Like a hen after a June bug.
* I'd go scratch (insert expletive-if you are of that bent) with the chickens before I went back to that job.
*Why, he couldn't afford a setting hen. (Something you say about someone who brags about how much they have or what all they are going to do with their money.)
Here are a few other miscellaneous sayings:
* Talk’s cheap; it takes money to buy whiskey.
* To “crawfish” out of a situation.
* Too much sugar for a cent.
* Let the hide go with the tallow.
* Thick as hair on a dog’s back.
* Fat as a tick.
* So sour it'd make a pig squeal.
* It'd stink a dog off a gut wagon.
*So spoiled that salt wouldn't save her. (About kids in general.)
* It’s like shearing a sow; a whole lot of noise and not much wool
* Salting the cow to get the calf
*Charge it to the dust and let the rain settle it.
*As wide between the eyes as a gnat. (About lack of intelligence.)
*Taking the rag off the bush. (When a kid throws a huge fit.)
(Originally published on this site 11-12-08 10:19 am Edited: 012615 3:13 pm
* Won't let her shirttail hit her butt 'til s/he's found someone to tell it to (spoken of a gossiper)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Then there is another type that lurks underneath things; she doesn't build a real web, but attaches multiple tendrils of silk to the floor and waits for something to wander into a thread, get stuck and start to struggle. More than I have seen a wolf spider get into this other spider's threads. Yes...and be eaten. It would appear to be cannibalism to us, I suppose, but to them a meal is a meal. It's kind of creepy.
Just a couple of weeks ago while I was out on a walk I saw one of those tiny little dark blue wasps (maybe about the length of your thumbnail) chasing a medium sized wolf spider. I watched them for quite awhile. The spider hid in the leaves and the wasp flitted around, going under and through the leaves 'til it found the spider, which had packed itself into a little curl of a dead leaf. The wasp tugged the limp spider out, and from there I don't know what happened. But the spider wasn't dead, it was just limp, with its legs sprawled out, not curled up like they do when they die. I am sure the wasp laid eggs on the body and tucked it away somewhere.
This past summer while I was gardening I was trimming the grass away from the edges of the garden beds and saw at least 2 of these beasties:
Yep. Black Widows. I squished them. But seeing them still kind of freaked me out; not for my own sake but for Ellen's sake. So many folks want to move to the country to get out of the city; but look what you have to put up with. Black widows and copperheads (snakes-but that's a different post.)
I should have posted this for Halloween. Oh, well.
Monday, November 10, 2008
My unfortunate husband learned that early on in our marriage. I iron his shirts; yes. As infrequently as I can get away with. He has a closet FULL of shirts and only wears them occasionally; like on Sundays, or on those rare occasions when he goes in to town. So I just wash them and let them pile up until the my I-Haven't-Ironed-in-a-LOOOOOOOONG-Time guilt trip gets the better of me and I hunt up the ironing board and iron.
As far as I am concerned there really isn't any need of doing that actually because his closet is so jam-packed with shirts that as soon as I hang them up they get wrinkled. Yes, I have tried taking some out that he never wears and putting them on a shelf, but he found them and hung them back up. I don't bother any more.
Also. He actually expected me to iron his good jeans for church. Ha. I did that for like the first month or so of our marriage. Then, my opinion being that if you are going to be so casual as to wear jeans to church in the first place you can certainly wear them with wrinkles intact, I quit ironing them. He just has to lump it. When the fit hits me I will toss them in the dryer and let IT iron them for him.
So far, having just passed the 4th anniversary, this seems to have worked.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Today as we were coming home from visiting hubby's granddad we went by the renter's place. The son was out front with his girlfriend's arm draped around his neck; smoking no doubt.
Hubby's comment: "Well, she's driving her ducks to a poor market, isn't she?" Signifying that she's made a bad choice as far as boyfriends are concerned. I think I am going to collate all these sayings into one post and put it as a sticky over on the right. That way I can just add to it as hubby, or anyone else, gives me new ones.
Oh, I keep meaning to email my sis in law about this but I forget. Ellen loves to "read" that book; "My First 100 Words in Spanish" you sent her. I think it's because of all the familiar objects in it. Of course she doesn't say the Spanish words, but she likes to go through and recite all the English words to the objects she reconizes. There is one picture of a man on a motorcycle; she calls it "Dad." That is because she sees her daddy heading off on his motorcycle every morning with grain to feed the heifers across the river. In fact, any motorcycle picture she sees she calls "dad." It's so cute.
I find some of the Spanish words hilarious. Do you know what the Spanish word for puzzle is; as in jigsaw puzzle? Rompecabezas. Rompe means "break" and cabeza means "head". Isn't that funny? I love it. I guess they find some of our words funny too.
Tah for now.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I think that new, tiny heifer is going to peg out on me. She isn't drinking much of her bottle, even when I try and feed her by hand most of it goes all over the ground or all over me. We think she didn't get any colostrum from the cow and she got some kind of infection or bug. I am putting medicine in her milk, but since she doesn't drink it much, she isn't gettting too much benefit.
That's all for today folks. Thanks for dropping in.
Friday, November 7, 2008
She is getting more and more articulate and it is interesting how her language skills are developing; how she pronounces certain words and makes up words to suit her. She likes to end words in -er. She refers to the bales of hay as "hay-er" She refers to babies as "bay-er." She can't quite get her tongue wrapped around "grandma" either so she calls her "G-er," it sounds like she's saying "jeer."
One of the ladies at church gave her a furry pink purse for Halloween and she loves to carry it around, she won't let us put anything in it, she prefers it to be empty.
Ellen is doing more walking than crawling now. Thank the Lord. She was wearing out the knees of her pants faster than I could find pairs to fit her.
She loves to go out for walks. But it's really cold out now so she throws a fit when I won't take her out.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
What not to do on the farm:
*Don't tell your kid to write a report, complete with pictures, for their "Life Experience" project on Butchering. Some people might not find it as special as you do.
*Do not tell your little sister that white gobs of old chicken poo taste like mom's Russian tea cookies ... Mom was NOT happy
*Do not pee on an electric fence; not ever, for ANY reason!
*When gathering eggs do not give a two-year-old an egg for each hand. They can not resist smacking them together. Then you have omelet all over the toddler and they are crying because their eggs vanished!
*Don't put your cell phone in the same jacket pocket with the eggs you forgot you gathered or you will have pocket omelet AND need to buy a new cell phone.
*When you think a bee might be inside your pants while working outside, you might want to quickly look around and make sure the little neighbor's kids aren't walking wn the driveway for a visit before you frantically pull your pants down and do a strange dance.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Last Wed one of my Wed night students-forever after referred to as TW in this post-offered to play her guitar for me. TW is quite the whizbang on the guitar and is quite the singer as well. So I will get out of the boat and walk on water, as it were, and sing a song or two for them. We are going to work on a Christmas song and on a Mother's Day song.
Thank you TW for holding my hand as I set out to walk on the Sunday morning musical waters.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
As a general rule I avoid talking politics here. I am just not of a political bent, unlike my brother and husband. However, there was a opinion column in the newspaper this past week that I wanted to comment on.
He said that no matter what your opinion of the candidates you'd better ought to get out and vote. People shed blood and died for your right to vote; if you don't think there is anyone to vote FOR, get out and vote AGAINST someone. That's what I am doing.
Plus, if you are a woman you'd better show your appreciation to those women who got out and fought for your right to vote. It wasn't too terribly long ago that you as a woman weren't considered intelligent enough to be able to have a valid opinion to vote.
Husband is off to haul a cow up to the dry lot and then we are going to go off to do our civic duty at the polls.
Happy voting everyone.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Fireproof was a really good, family-values focused movie, much funnier than I'd expected it to be, though the dialogue was a bit stilted in places. But it was worth the trip. At least I guess it was worth it. Ellen went to sleep partway through and that made for a cranky, wide-awake kid when we got home. We had to have a lesson in going to sleep without mommy holding her, it took about 20 minutes of squalling before she finally settled down.
I forgot to tell about Ellen's Halloween. I didn't take her trick-or-treating or dress her up or anything. We went to her Play Day event, where "she" made a paper candy corn and a little itsy bitsy spider climbing up the water spout; which was one of those plastic spider rings attached by a black length of yarn to one of those over-sized straws. She liked it.
That night we got out usual 3 trick-or-treaters in the form of cousins. Cousin William, who is 6 months younger than Ellen, was dressed up as a turtle.
Later Ellen went up to visit Grandma and Auntie and they gave her 4 little candies in a plastic baggie. She was so proud of them, she didn't want to give them up. I sat her in her highchair and she sat there taking the candies in and out of the bag; at one point she'd hoik up her leg and tuck them under her leg, then take and put them back in the bag. It was funny to watch. I had never given her candy before so she didn't really know what it was, but she was sure proud of it.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Well, I don't have any idea of what to blog about. I think Solomon, the Grateful Guy, asked if I had planned out what to blog about. No, I prefer to blog by the seat of my pants. It's more challenging that way. Ha.
Sorry. I am not doing a very good job of writing this post; I keep getting distracted because I am reading the blogs on this month's NaBloPoMo Blogroll. I like to just choose one at random and read it. If it's worth commenting on, I comment, otherwise I just lurk and move on.
This blog is supposed to be about dairy doings, but it often strays. This post won't be too entertaining; if you want some more entertaining dairy stories, read the posts from the past I have listed on the right. Hopefully something interesting will happen this month so I can blog about it.
Today we got a new calf. The tiniest little Holstein heifer I have ever seen. Not to mention the dumb cow didn't have an udder at all. If I hadn't actually seen the calf with her I wouldn't have guessed she'd had one at all. We have a disappearing udder problem here; each generation of cows seems to have smaller udders than the previous one. The bigwigs blame it on the quality of the bull. Hubby had always bought registered bulls from one particular guy, 'til last year he bought a non-registered bull from some other dude. We are hoping that will make a difference. We also have a 3-banger problem; lots of our new first calf heifers only have 3 (or sometimes less) quarters that work. Hubby often jokes he's going to call the dairy "Three Tit Farm." I just laugh.
In any case, I would have taken a pic of this tiny heifer, but you can't really tell in a pic that it's so tiny. Plus she is kind of cruddy, as in orange calf poop all over her back somehow.
On that note I will leave you for today! hehehehehe