It is important that everything pulls it own weight around this farm. This week I noticed that Sherry was out weeding the yard. Her and the crab grass have a personal and ongoing battle. One of the hen turkeys was with her. That bird sure does follow Sherry around a lot.
The two of them were down on the ground plucking at the crab grass. I could hear Sherry talking to the turkey. I guess it was not able to tell the difference between the crab grass and the Bermuda grass. Am scared, if Sherry is able to teach that bird much more, then me and the kids might be on our way out. The way I see it, she may decide it is easier to pay for the corn bill than to be around the rest of us.
Phillip and I went to watch the animals sell on Friday at the sale barn. We had a great time laughing about the different animals that came into the place. They sold just a little of everything, from chickens to goats, from sheep to cattle.
We thought it would be funny if we bought some of them fainting goats. Can just imagine the uproar Sherry would have made as we dragged home them goats. With all of her ranting and raving we could see those goats just passing out.
Then we thought it would be funny as we were guessing that Sherry would not have known about fainting goats. Amazing how our imaginations were running over time thinking about that.
We did buy a calf while there though. I think we got an extra fancy calf although I did not know that when I bought it. I got the calf home and reviewed the bill of sale. To my surprise, my new calf had already been named. Now, we are use to cattle with names. Our livestock is a special registered breed known as Lowline Angus. They are smaller cattle, very efficient on grass, and ours are very tame.
Our cattle have fancy names because they are registered critters. Like "10" our bull. 10’s fancy registered name is Don Rib eye. One of our cows is named Ms. Dakota. My new calf caught someone’s attention at the sale barn and earned it own fancy name. Written on the sale bill was
"Thin and Ugly, As Is".
I never would have guessed that it was so special. The calf looked like it needed to be on good grass and needed to be wormed. At least that is what I am gambling on. It was a big calf weighing 540 lbs. I have wormed it and am waiting for it to start putting on some weight. At $0.34 a pound live weight I do not think we are going to get hurt on this.
We might be looking for a new director of Bovine activities. Our current director is not willing to do all that is needed.
On Thursday and Friday, Phillip and I put up some apples. We put up around 10 gallons of them. A gal at work gave them to us and then we peeled and cored them.
After doing that they were placed in a food dehydrator to make some delicious dried apples. With the parts that we did not use, we feed them to the cows.
As we finished our project Phillip asked his mother, "Would you take out the apples and pleasure the cows?
Sherry looked pretty puzzled and asked him what he had in mind. Dr. Phillip Dolittle then told us how he had discovered the cows love to eat apple. It brings them great pleasure. Sherry has reneged on her responsibilities of being the bovine director. Thus far she is not pleasuring the cattle. Sherry refuses to do so. Something about, "how we need to just draw some lines around here."
I guess she does not like to pleasure the bovine. Dr Phillip DoLittle thinks they may go into depression if they do not get to eat apples. So Phillip is pulling his weight and has taken up the responsibility of pleasuring the cows.
Greyson came for the weekend. Sherry really gets happy to have the boys at home with us. I noticed that Greyson and Sherry got to spend some quality time together. They were out in the yard digging out stumps. I bet there are times when Greyson wished he was twin.
Sure enjoyed his visit. Otherwise we would never have the opportunity to find out if the washer and dryer could run 24 hours straight without breaking down. Now all of his clothes are Tide fresh and have not been worn yet. Sure that more than just him will be grateful for that. Must admit he did sort his own clothes. Put them in three piles, (worn once, worn multiple times, can walk on its own.) Next visit we are going to try color and whites.
Saturday afternoon our neighbor’s son (age 40 something) got drunk and explained how much he loved me. Then he spent the afternoon on the bank of the pond making love calls to the turkeys. I guess he is a man with too much time on his hands. I have done some drinking in the past.
Can not say as I ever got drunk and then made mating calls to tame turkeys. Not even wild ones for that matter.
I think the turkeys are going to miss him when he sobers up. To think we were sitting around the house just a few months ago and were wondering why he was divorced. Now I am thinking that his ex wife might have searched his pockets and found the wild turkey call. Maybe she even caught him whistling at some one else’s turkey? Now we have a lot better insight about him.
Our little chick is a bundle of joy that seems like it would come out of the X-files. Some how two mothers have claimed that chick and both have to do all the mothering. I am surprised that it even learned to walk. All the attention those two hens pay to it is just funny to watch. We do have sleeping arrangement problems. As both hens sleep in the nest only made for one chicken it is crowded then the chick is also in the same nest. Wonder what ever made them both think they had to be the mother hen.
The chick’s real mother is a turken. So the chick is loosing its feathers around the neck. Turkens or Transylvanian Naked Necks do not have feathers around their necks. So you would think the foster hen would realize this. Love is blind. Afraid to see what happens if the Turkeys start to sit on some eggs.
Life is Good.
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