No, we don’t have green calves! But it seems Hal, the red and white holstein bull, is no longer red and white. He’s losing his beautiful winter coat and what is underneath is definitely black and white. I’m a little sad about that. I kind of liked having a teddy bear haired red and white calf. Looks like he’ll be sleek and marbled, but nonetheless beautiful.
It’s still rainy and muddy and a wee bit slippery in the cow barn…and I didn’t go into their shed. Their bedding area appears to be the driest place for them, all of them were ‘sleeping in’ when we arrived this morning. Big Mama was, of course, the first to get up when she saw the truck and one of the first to the feed trough. I can’t get over how much Frick and Frack appear to have grown since we got them, it really is quite noticeable. Just as noticeable is that Sam is still tiny. Even Diane is nearly cow-size now. So, now I’m wondering are there pygmy Charolais?! Maybe he’ll have a growth spurt when the weather warms up again…if it ever does.
They are forecasting us some sunshine, maybe tomorrow. Good thing! Where the grass has not been mowed, it is now hip high and needs to be bushhogged. Of course, on the priority list of preparing room for the new arrivals, planting fields, and prepping other fields to plant soybeans, that is low.
One of Mike’s citified partners is coming in today from Chicago (another was here last week). I promised I would mention him, since he reads the blog on occasion. The extra hand will be well appreciated…that is, if we have some sun. While they are doing farming stuff tomorrow, I’m thinking about getting some petunias and strawflowers out of the greenhouse and planting every pot, basket, and piece of open ground I can find. Hmmm…Petunia…sounds like a good name for a calf!
Mike’s partner from Chicago arrived a little while ago and was talking with Mike and another fellow as my fiance smoked a butt…a Boston Butt…they got on the subject of problem groundhogs in one of the barns. The critters like to dig and are making a nuisance and hazard on the barn floor with their holes. The country guy suggested flooding their holes to remove them, to which Mike said, “That’s got to be better than his (pointing to the partner) way!”
Seems the city guy and his teen sons tried to get rid of the ground hogs by putting dry ice and water into soda bottles and dropping them into the groundhog holes. The idea was that the noise would scare the critters away. Mike said when he got there afterwards, the holes originally dug by the ground hogs were now much bigger and the pop bottles were lying in a pile next to the holes, but the ground hogs were still there. City guy said, “Yeah, but now they’re deaf!”
We are now calling him, Caddyshack Paul!