This and That…

Moving slowly this morning…no reason. It’s just that the coffee tastes awfully good, the weather got colder, and my ‘jammies’ are nice and warm. Good thing Mike understands me.

What happened to the sunny weather and temperatures in the mid 80s? A rain storm popped up yesterday and today, it is cold! Not snow and ice cold, mind you, but compared to sleeveless shirts and shorts weather, it is cold! I did manage to get the lawn mowed yesterday before the rain, so two-thirds of it should be alright for about three days. It also gave me a chance to notice bag worms on two of the wild cherry trees by the house. They will have to be taken care of before they spread to other plants and trees, if it is not too late. One ‘nest’ was already wiggling yesterday.

Lilac blossoms almost gone. Cold weather did not damage too much.

The pear tree set fruit before the last frost and survived that cold snap and the apple treese followed suite. Of course, the forsythia finished its blooming a few days ago when the lilac bush took over with its perfect shape, scent, and magenta-turned-lavendar colors that contrasted with the crab apple tree. It was heavy with blooms yesterday and invited wasps, bees, and even carpenter bees to it bright pink foliage. Today the blooms are gone, along with those of the crepe maple. I suppose the pie cherries and figs, if ready to bloom, will either delay putting off buds or the cold weather killed them too. I hate that, but it always seems to happen for Easter.

Mike and a friend did a major “musical chairs” with the calves yesterday. Sixty-nine, Seventy, Six and Eleven, calves I never named were all sold. Hopefully, since I have not heard yet, they brought enough to buy a purebred Charolais with a calf at her side or at the very least a springer. Time for a little lingo lesson here (and trust me, I am still learning it). A cow with a calf at its side, means the calf is still nursing. A springer means she is pregnant and delivery is imminent. Springers may cost less, but if it is a first calf heifer, the farmer has to concern himself with possible delivery problems, breech birth being one of them. Since “I don’t know nuthin’ ’bout birthin’ no baby” I prefer one with a calf at its side. Mike may feel differently. Still, having a female to replace the four steers will be a change.

Sixty-nine and his buddies shared a pen with Spot. Remember him? Yep, he’s still around and a beautiful specimen of a Jersey bull. When they tried to load the steers up yesterday, well, old Spot is so tame that he went into the cattle trailer on his own and had to be run out of it!  That little bull will do anything for a handful of sweet clover, I swear!

Did I say ‘little’? He is not so much anymore and can almost look me straight in the eye when I approach his pen. We decided it was time for him to move to the big green pasture with the other large cattle and where he could eat for free. Surprisingly, Rhino, the huge long-bodied black Angus readily accepted his presence. Maybe it is because their pens were next to each other with only an electric fence wire between them. Or maybe it’s because Spot was not  the newest arrival.

Pip and the Painted Ladies are now part of Rhino’s herd. They didn’t seem to mind the trip over to the other farm, except maybe the vaccinations they got when they arrived. Little Pip felt his oats though. He probably weighs about three hundred pounds to Rhino’s half ton, but wasted no time greeting the larger bull with a little head butting and pushing. Rhino took it gracefully, pushed back gently then walked back over to his harem. Since Pip once made his home at the other farm too, the two probably just sparred a ‘welcome back’ and I’m sure Rhino appreciated Pip bringing along two more soon-to-be-mature females, even if they were Holsteins!

By moving Pip and the Painted ladies, Mike freed up the run-in where they stayed for past several weeks. (For my city friends, a run-in is a shed-like structure without doors. Then animals can “run in” out of the weather as they need, or nap in its shade on a hot day.) This is where we plan to house the turkeys as they get big enough. He will install wire for protect them and a door for access, as well. It will not be long. The bronze turkeys are growing unbelievably fast!

The brozes are beginning to get real feathers and can fly short distances making it hard to keep them in their brooder.

While he’s fixing the run-in, he might need to construct some tree roosts. These birds seem to like being up high.

Slower growing Royal Palm Turkey chicks

The little Royal Palms are growing too, but are a smaller breed than the bronzes and several weeks younger. They are almost content when I pick them up and stroke their downy little heads and snuggle them close. That is a far cry from the bronzes who jump, run, fly, and otherwise try to escape the bare arm thing that enters their home. They are so fast, it will take a man with great reflexes to grab them for a picture…and I suspect when the time comes, this little venture may prove hilarious! I think that should be the time that Caddyshack gets invited to help with the Turkey Roundup. Ha!

Looks like we’ll have potatoes au gratin for dinner with fresh asparagus from the garden. It has not reached its peak, but we are getting about four pounds per day now. So I am off to catch up on some laundry, sweep and mop and whatever else comes my way. Hope you have a terrific day too!

About cattlebaroness

I am a graduate of the University of Kentucky with a BA in History, nearing completion of a Master of Arts in American history. Born and raised first on military bases around the world, then in Orange County, CA, I moved to Kentucky when my children were small. I now live on a small family farm and am learning about farm life, planting and our newest addition to the landscape--cattle. Until a month or two ago, all I knew about 'cows' were that they came in brown, black and white and that some are raised for milk and others for meat. I am a quick study out of necessity.
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