A Failed Attempt

We have a bovine dilemma.

It consists of a cow who lost her baby and is left with a bag full of milk.

And a baby who was born a twin and its old momma doesn't have enough milk for two which leaves it powerful hungry.

The logical answer would be to let the baby calf nurse a momma with a tight bag. 

But it doesn't work that way.

That's not her baby.  Which means she will not voluntarily let it nurse.  And even though you might receive touching emails about tigers adopting puppies or wolves letting bunnies hop around on their heads, it's not the way it works around here.

So Jason forces it, in an attempt to see if this cow will adopt the calf.

After penning the cow and calf, he runs the big bagged momma into a squeeze chute.

Then he gets the poor hungry calf.

And puts it to the tit.

It doesn't know what to do at first, but with Jason's coaxing and cussing, it catches on.

So we wait.

Now I would like to end this story with good news. I would like to tell you that this momma adopted this baby, its little calf belly is pooching,  and all is well in the world. 

 But no such luck suckers. 

She isn't going to earn the philanthropist of the year award in the bovine category.

But the baby was given to a little tyke to bottle raise.

And I'm sure its little calf belly is pooching.

And all is well with the world.

Peace,

Angel

Serenity Now!

My life is hectic lately. 

And I don't like it.

I like peace and serenity.

I go visit the cows.

Aw, serenity.

The soft moos.

The whisper of the breeze through the bluestem grass.

The sweet suckling at the teet.

 The pictures of nature.

Aw,serenity.

Deep breaths.

Calmness in my soul.

Until Jason cusses.

See all these black ones?  And that charolais?  (pronounced shar-lay; that would be the white one)

See how they aren't red?

They don't belong here. They belong to the neighbor. They've busted through the fence. They think the grass is greener here.

It's not.

It's dead here too.

That creates more work for Jason.

That makes him mad.

All the cows in this pasture should be red. 

Like this pair:  a momma and her baby.

But this pair?  There's something in the woodpile here.

This one has a booger.  It happens.  One of my second grade students needed two kleenexes, and announced "I have a lot of boogers."  It just happens.

It's still cute.

Serenity again.

 And then.....

these two.

They face off.

They go head to head,

 and toe to toe.

They kick up some dirt.

And some more.

ENOUGH!!!!  I scream.  Q---U--I---E---T!!!!! 

Aw, serenity.

Then we just lie in the pasture, and enjoy the day.

It doesn't get much better than this.

WARNING: Bovine Porn

Hey Jason, whatcha doin'?

Checkin' for springers.


What's a springer?


A cow that's gettin' close to calving.


How can you tell she's ready?

Any questions?

Ladies who are reading this blog:

And you think your backside looks bad??
I don't care who you are, this has got to make you feel better about yourself!

The Faces I Love

I mean look at em!

Are those not the cutest things you've ever laid eyes on?