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Friday, November 18, 2011

At the Dixie Stampede


Here is a less-than-stellar photo of Ellen at the Dixie Stampede last weekend. The lighting was really poor, but I got this shot of her with "Sam" the horse in the background. Before the shows they have all of the horses stabled outside where you can walk around and read a little blurb about them right under their names, which are posted in the back of the stall; you can see it just over "Sam's" back.

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I know this blog's title would lead you to believe that I blog about our dairy; but lately I seem to have been blogging mostly about Ellen.

I apologize. You see, there's just not much going on with the dairy;
Feed calves, put out hay, milk cows...and more of the same.

We do have one cow up the road who is soon to calve. H3 has a history of pushing out twins on a regular basis. In the 7 years I have been here she has had at least 3 sets of twins, I believe. Two sets of both heifers. By how wide she looks now I'd almost hazard a bet that she might have another set of twins, but we shall see. Maybe I ought to get a picture of her. Poor girl.

Oh, funny thing. Yesterday when I went up to feed the dry cows (of which H3 is one) they all got excited and did quite a bit of shoving and pushing. H3 happened to get in the wrong place at the wrong time and KA-BOOM, she got shoved over into the feed bunk, on her side, with her legs sticking out horizontally. She flopped around a bit and then got up to where her front knees were on the side of the bunk. (Another one of those, "Oh, for a camera" moments.) She finally righted herself.

When I told hubby about this he said; "Yes, that's why we have concrete bunks. Can you imagine what would have happened to one of those metal pipe frames with a plastic feed bunk in it?"

1 comment:

Donna said...

I once had a Jersey cow who was ready to calve. She somehow got in a low spot by a fence and couldn't get her pregnant self up, and we found her there dead next morning. I had Cliff cut her open to see what the calf was; it was a heifer. Strange things happen when you deal with animals.