Dairy Daze...and Now Beyond

This month I am going to try to gear up for NaBloPoMo next month. Meaning that I am going to try posting every day. TRY being the operative word. Normally one starts things off with a bang, but seeing as how I live on a dairy I thought I'd start it off with a splat. In previous posts I have warned my reading audience that I would visit this subject again, so here it is. On the dairy one has to get used to...ummm...doo, as it were. We get as much of that as we do milk. With 2 orphaned kittens to take care of, I deal with it on a smaller scale as well. Now with hubby in the septic installation business, the whole subject has multiplied. But actually this story came from one of his well-drilling magazines (I don't remember if it was National Driller, or International Driller), in an article by a dude who does water-witching. (Yes, water-witching is still quite popular and merits a different post I would guess.) It is really disgusting and hubby was kind enough to wait until AFTER ...

OK. So it really isn't exactly "sky high", but it is pretty tall. These calves are standing on the scrapings from the holding lot by the barn. Hubby has scraped every last smidgen of this mountain of poo. It is, quite obviously, frozen solid, or else they wouldn't be able to stand on it. We got about 5 inches of snow on Tues, I think it was, so this pie actually looks pretty. Just wait until it thaws though. Ha. Yesterday I went for a long walk down to the creek bottoms. I took a few pictures, but haven't put them on the computer yet. I will try to do that soon. For now I will sign off.

In over a year of blogging I don't think I have actually dedicated a post wholly to the subject of poo. I give it a glancing mention occasionally, but haven't gone too deep into the subject. Well, here we go. 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 o...

Yesterday was pretty typical. After I got my husband his cornflakes at 4 AM, I took another nap on the sofa until 5:30 AM. Then I got up, got the baby up, gave her a bottle, bundled her up and went out to do chores. I fed the calves...etc. Then I came in, got ready and went grocery shopping. Grocery shopping...I hate it. I would rather go to the dentist. Since I still have no cavities at age 39, I really WOULD rather go to the dentist than go grocery shopping. My husband doesn't quite understand why I hate grocery shopping, but he has never gone in his whole life so how could he? After I came home, put everything away, ate lunch and was resting, in came husband with a request; go see if you can get that cow into the corral so we can get her and her calf. So somewhere along the line I find myself up in the dry cow pasture ACROSS the fence on the neighbor's property hanging on to the leg of a bull calf that is trying to kick the liver out of me, with my husband on the walkie talk...