Saturday, January 2, 2010
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?