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Saturday, January 2, 2010

Frosty Morning

We had the heavest frost of the winter and it looked pretty. As close to pretty as we get in the winter. We waited until after ten to go feed the cattle. We stopped at Berger King to fill my metal coffee jug. I like to sip all morning and when John hits a bump or hole spill it all over my lap. It was dry enough to get to the hay yard. We left the gate open as the cows were all around the pens but they didn't stay there long. It was my job to watch for them and make sure they didn't get into the hay yard because if they did it would be heck to get them out. When I discovered them they were right at the gate contemplating eating all they wanted. I had to walk fast to head them off. They stopped short of the gate and no amount of yelling would make them budge. John came over doing his windmill act with his arms and that scares them everytime. Had to keep the gate closed while loading the hay on the hay buggy. Then John discovered the tire was flat on the buggy. In fact the tire was coming off the rim but he didn't have a spare so he drove on the flat. Thats my John if you can't whip 'em, join 'em. I cut the strings and we started pulling. When they don't pull out easily he always says all the strings are not cut. Guess who is getting that blame. I cut all I see, sometime they just don't pull off the hay for one reason or other. He has about 20 bales left and about two and a half months to go before the green grass will start coming up so it looks as if he will have to buy some hay later on or feed cubes. While he was taking the tire off the buggy I snuck down to the tank to check on the turtles. I'm sure the water was still cold and it was still murky around the edges. I saw a few heads (at least I think it was heads) out in the middle but they wouldn't come to me for anything. Lucky we found a tire shop open on Saturday here in town and got the tire fixed. While he was loading the tire I told him I hear pigs squealing. The renter girls came out of the chicken house carrying a cage with two young pigs in it. They said they were taking them to the flea market because they eat too much. They said they still have a big pig. These people have so many animals what would two little pigs mean to a feed bill?

12 comments:

Martha@Menagerie said...

Well if two little pigs eat as much as my two little boys (who aren't so little anymore) then I'd say they make a HUGE difference in the feed bill! LOL :-)

sober white women said...

We have been been having frost and ice. It is so strange. It gets warm durning the day and then everything freezes at night.
Kelli

OH don't forget to come by and let me know what you want to see or know about me. I can't wait to have fun with my video camera.

jack69 said...

hey, I forgot what I was going to say. I clicked to comment and got a tru and false questionaire. It wouldn't accept anythng either. it was wierd.
OH, I know. YOu need to learn the wind mill moves of John to herd the cows!!!
TAke care. Hope this makes it.
Sherry & Jack

It done it again but I will persevere!!!

jack69 said...

That was so easy I willtry another. Send the pigs over to Florida, we need a BBQ.

Sheila said...

We in the south have to take the white stuff any way we can get it...ha, even if it is just frost. Sheila

madcobug said...

I was thinking along the lines of what Jack said. You really need to learn to do the arms windmill thingy so John won't have to come running. I bet he makes a funny sound with his mouth while doing it. We have been having some heavy frost but have had only one of those hoar frost this season.
Have a nice Sunday. Helen

FrankandMary said...

They may be getting rid of the pigs for reasons different than they discussed with you. Maybe they are not caring for their pets very well and the realization of that led them to find some of the pets new homes. Better to find them new homes than to continue to neglect them.

The picture on my blog has me with long dark hair as a young girl, but at 44, it is about half gray now.

Lucy said...

Paula you take me back to farm living nearly every time you talk about the cattle and hay. I guess there is a little farm person left in me cause I always enjoy it.

Sayit-baldys said...

PAULA, THE OWNER OF THE TWO LITTLE PIGS SOUNDS LIKE A NEIGHBOR BACK IN THE OZARK HILLS IN EASTERN OKLAHOMA.
HOUSEFUL OF KIDS AND THE HEAVY EATER OF THE BUNCH WOULD BE OFFERED A NICKEL TO GO TO BED WITHOUT SUPPER, THEN NEXT MORNING CHARGE HIM A NICKLE FOR BREAKFAST. sam

Barbara said...

You have a way of making the simplest of days seem enjoyable!

Ora said...

Happy New Year Paula...your blog left me speechless LOLOLOL...hugs...Ora

Lori said...

Hey, Paula! I hope you are warm and having a good new year so far. It's very cold here too, but not frosty or snowy--yet!