In all, we have:
- 10 cows (a "cow" is female has had a least one calf, and a heifer is a female cow that's a virgin....heehee)
- 1 heifer
- 3 calves
- 1 bull
heehee....I caught this one with her mouth full.
Oh, I forgot to mention, 7 are with-calf (aka pregnant).
After reading this story, you'll know that I'm officially married to a cowboy.
Dad and Greg went to the country to work the cows. Before today, I had no idea what "working the cows" meant. It means that they get tagged (aka: have their ears pierced with mismatching earrings), vaccinated, and treated for things like pink-eye.
First, they had to get the cows in from the field and into the trailer. The problem was, they couldn't get the trailer close enough to the ground, so the cows had to sort of jump into the trailer. Most of the cows did this just fine, and one did it a little too well, because we were only going to get 14 total, but a heifer jumped in and so we bought her as well.
So, after the cows and one of the calves were in the trailer, there were 2 feisty calves that wouldn't get in. One of the guys there, picked one up and Greg picked up the other (he says he held it like a bull-dog or something like that, whatever that means) and carried it across the corral to the trailer. While he was carrying it (and if you're squemish, just skip this next sentence), it pooped all over his arm. ALL OVER IT.
That's what I'll henceforth be referring to as Greg's annointing. He is now officially a cowboy. And, I'm sure that's not the last of our farm stories to tell.
See, there's still a lot of work to do at the farm as witnessed by the nasty fence. Something tells me that when I learned from Maggie's photography class to add texture to photos, she didn't have mold in mind....