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Tuesday, October 12, 2021

The Last Goodbye...the end of Dairy Daze

 We have planned and looked forward to this day for some time, but now that it is here it is bittersweet to say the least.  For the past 2-3 years we haven't been keeping any replacement heifers to add to the milking herd, with the goal in mind of retiring the dairy.

Today was the day.  

Here they are loading up:

This is the Eyebrow Cow saying "Goodbye."  I almost lost it when I saw her looking out.  

Here are the two trailers.  We had locals do the transporting for us.  

And below; the last milk truck visit.  Good bye Paul!

So....I regret not keeping up with this blog more the past few years.  But now that the dairy is done, what next?  Just change this blog name, or create a new one?

Stay tuned...

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Goodbye to Matilda

Our puddy, Matilda, crossed over the rainbow bridge this afternoon.  My heart is hurting.  She was my first furry friend when I came to Missouri.  She had been going downhill for a long while, I hadn't actually noticed it until a few days ago.  It makes me sad that I didn't notice sooner and take her in.  But maybe they couldn't have done anything anyway.  I will never know.

 Anyway, she'd been eating less and less every day this past weekend.  But she kept going out to widdle or whatever, and then coming back to the house.  It looked like she was having trouble with her back hips/legs.  This past Monday (today is Thurs) she slept inside from about 4 AM, drank a bit of water, and only lapped up a smidge of tuna juice.  She laid back down for a bit but wanted outside that afternoon.  That was the last I saw of her until today.  Gary and I had looked all over; in the tractor shed where she liked to hang out, under the house, all around the bushes and sheds.  I'd called and called with no response.  

 I told Ellen finally this morning that Matilda had probably gone off to die and wasn't going to come back. She was upset because puddy didn't want to be with us when she died. 

 But today I went down to my mom's early.  I backed the Mule out to go and heard her meow.  It was her deeper kitty distress yowl almost.  I stopped and saw her sprawled out in the little run-off ditch by the tractor shed; where I'd been by several times since Monday evening.  She couldn't walk, so I picked her up and she meowed again a few times, but then quieted down as I settled her in a box w/ a couple of my old T-shirts.  I stroked her and told her I loved her.  She settled down a bit, but her breathing slowed and she passed in less than an hour after I found her.  I am glad she died in the house with us, wrapped up and knowing she was loved.  

 Here are some pictures of her over the years: 

This is the last picture of her, taken last week.  

May be an image of 1 person, cat and indoor

Here she is a few months ago, in late spring or early summer.  This is where she loved to perch to spend the afternoons and evenings; lying in the shade.  

May be an image of cat and outdoors

Up above was during the ice storm of 2007, before Ellen was born even.  She curled up in my Mexican serape on the sofa.  

Then next, there she is as a kitten with her Mama. 

Oh, here's one I found of her when she was smaller, back in 2008.  She loved trying to catch birds.  this is about the same time I quit putting up a bird feeder.  Haha...


 Oh, and here's a shot of Matilda and Ellen back in November 2010; when Ellen was about 3 years old.  The kitty is super camouflaged.  Haha...


Such sweet memories.  I miss her so much already.

Rest in Peace sweet kitty Matilda: July 14, 2005 to August 26, 2021



Wednesday, January 13, 2021

Creek Walk 2021

 What winter here is complete without a walk to the creek and a picture of Ellen down there?  None that I know of. 


I love how clear the water is this time of year.  There is still a thin layer of algae on the rocks, which gives it that gold/brown color.  Following in Ellen's footsteps as we waded in the water I could track her because everywhere she had stepped the rocks were gray; her boots had cleaned the algae off of the rocks. 

Friday, December 11, 2020


 Ah ha!  About a week ago, Anne Shirley finally had her calf.  Now she is in the milking herd.  Her udder isn't much punk, as Gary would say, but maybe she will come on and do better next time.

Unfortunately her calf was a bull, so he is already gone on down the road.  He was, as you can see, black and white...a full Holstein.  I was hoping he would be a half beef heifer; but no luck. 

Saturday, November 28, 2020

 Today, as our after Thanksgiving activity tradition, Ellen and I went Christmas tree hunting.

We were unsuccessful in finding one that we needed.  To avoid allergy issues we try to find a female cedar tree; one that has the berries on it.  The males tend to give off pollen.  You might say I am crazy to believe this; but every year...EVERY FREAKING Y EAR prior to two years ago we have had just any tree and Ellen had had extreme allergy issues in the month of December.  

Two years ago we managed to choose a tree that had berries on it and; wonder of wonders, she didn't have severe winter allergies.  So we found another berry laden bush last year and the same lack of allergies happened.

This year we went looking for the same and were unsuccessful.  So we decided to try our fake tree this year.  I told Ellen that if we did the fake one we could set it up earlier, in early December instead of waiting until in the 20s of December to put up a real one.  She agreed.

But while we were out we stopped by and saw Anne-Shirley.  She is tamer than most of them; she will let us pet her face at least.  

She is starting to spring; meaning she should have a calf in the next 2-3 months.  I am praying she has a decent udder because I don't think we could easily cull her.