Feeding Cows

A whole ‘nother day of sunshine!  (How come we speak that, but can’t write it?!)  Alas, I have not taken any new photos, but we did hurry over the feed store to replenish the coffers before the hungry animals revolt.  We ran out of everything this month!  I’m chalking it up to the cold.  Maybe they’ve been eating more to stay warm.

The only  problem with feed day, besides having to haul all those fifty pound sacks into the barn and empty them into metal trash cans so that any rodents the cat happens to miss don’t ruin our food, is the lady cows next door.  See, they ran out of hay yesterday, and when they run out of hay, they just moo at any two-legged creature they see.  They assume we are all magical founts of dried grass.  (Don’t worry: the older girls did all the carrying.)

Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk away from that face?  Alas, we get our hay from the same place she does.  (Such good and generous neighbors we have!)  Sometime tonight, Neighbor H will start up his tractor, and then those cows will really get to bellowing!  They know what’s coming.

This is a gratuitous photograph of a calf because I thought he was just so darned cute.  As soon as I snapped the shutter, he took off like I’d just stolen his soul.

We’re in for some rough weather this weekend.  Maybe.  Isn’t it funny that we are under a severe weather warning for a storm that has not even developed yet?  Well, storm or no storm, we’re ready for whatever the weekend holds.  Hopefully, it holds a nap or two.  And some fresh bread. 

I was going to post some sunshiny pictures of some happy children, but I got sidetracked.  Oh, well.  There’s always tomorrow, Grandma.