I make cows nervous

This is about as good as I could do for a baby picture. Once this cow had her calf, all it took was for me to step out of the house and she got that wild don’t you come near my baby look in her eyes. They know that Matt’s the boss, but I don’t hang out with them enough to be trusted.

Then Monday night the temperatures dropped, the winds came up, the rain poured down. I tossed and turned, worrying about the baby, hoping her mother had taken her inside the shed. She hadn’t. Tuesday all I kept thinking was, I wish I could just go out and put a little sweater on her.

I looked out my office window Tuesday afternoon, and saw Matt out there trying to shoo her and the baby inside the shed. That made me nervous. At one point he was able to get right up and pet the calf, and I was thinking “Just grab her, and run her into the shed!” and then five seconds later, “No, don’t do that, you’ll get stuck in the mud halfway there and that cow will have you for lunch!”. (Later he told me that was exactly his thought process at the moment.)

I stopped watching, and he did evetually get mama and baby into the shed.

Thank goodness, because now it’s started snowing. I hope mama has the sense to stay inside the shed.

And unfortunately, more death to report as well. Madeline purchased 6 feeder pigs for her 4-H project. One of them came down with some sort of respiratory thing and despite several days of treatment he died this morning. Needless to say, she was really bummed even though she had purposely bought 1 extra to cover death loss.

Nobody is allowed to have anymore babies until the snow stops and the weather warms up again! Nobody else is allowed to die for awhile either.

Not that they listen to me. sigh

So next post I bring you…chicken decorating! Stay tuned.