Of Vegetables and Acorns

So I have been trying to think of something deep, funny, and/or spiritually moving to blog about. Nothing has manifested at this time.

I therefore thought that since November is the month of being thankful I’d do a post or two or more on things that I am thankful for.

It occurs to me several times per week that I am thankful for a child who loves vegetables. When a four year old asks for more vegetables; carrots, cauliflower or broccoli, it is such a blessing. She especially loves cooked carrots. In spring she will also snarf down radishes, onions and green peppers. She remains skeptical about beets and asparagus, but that is just a minor issue. She loves peas and corn and green beans, too.

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The dairy news isn’t too great or earthshaking. This fall here in the Ozarks we have had a bumper crop of acorns. Tons of them. This is good for the turkeys, deer, squirrels…etc, but not for the cows, who love them. The girls slurp them down like they were cocktail peanuts. It’s very bad for them, unfortunately. Since the cows don’t chew them, the acorns just go down in the rumen and plug up the works. Acorns make the poop brown and yukky and stink like you wouldn’t believe. (Although I guess you have to be used to the smell of regular cow poop to appreciate the difference there.) And worst of all, milk production plummets.

On Halloween hubby took the milking herd off of the regular grazing grounds and started feeding hay and alfalfa. In about 3 days the milk production went up by 300 pounds. This is from a herd of about 35-40 cows. Their poop is back to being green again, but now it has that alfalfa stink. I am sure you needed to know that.

Until tomorrow.

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Frau Guten Tag said…
You are soooo lucky, my kid lives on wheat & cheese, uugghh, although he will eat a fruit roll
Up (I buy ones with no sugar, just fruit & fruit juice) & those pouches of pureed fruits.
November 4, 2011 at 6:45 PM
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