After I unloaded a hay wagon for DH, he put a hay bale down at the side door and gave me his hand to help me down.
How sweet is that!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
All in one day ...
... The cell phone died; DD appeared to have a near-fatal sinus infection; Bible school started; DH had hay down on two farms with rain in the forecast; took the boys to VBS and helped wrangle kids; had to take DD to the doctor and be back in time for two Little League games; try and catch up on laundry; do chores for DD; run DH and DS1 back and forth between the two farms; spent half an hour with someone in India trying to get the cell phone working again; and tried to get a manuscript ready for a contest.
It all sounds do-able on paper in the spring.
It all sounds do-able on paper in the spring.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Cowboy angels ...
DH called on the cell phone from the other farm. Never a good sign.
"Could you all come over here and give me a hand? The steers all got out. In the cow pasture. The bull's out there too. And one of the cows just had a calf."
Sounded like a rodeo to me. DS1 hopped on his bike and sped over there. I called Grandma and Grandpa and arranged to leave DS2 with Grandma and ride over there with Grandpa.
While we rode over there I was praying. The pastor talked about Peter and John healing the lame man at the Temple (you know, "Silver and gold have I none but such as I have I will give to thee ... in the name of Jesus rise and walk.") Pastor said they were going about their every day business, but prayed up and expected to receive an answer.
I was praying (an expecting) that the Lord would send cowboy angels to help us with separating the cattle and getting them all back in the right pen, and getting the new calf treated with no one getting hurt. The beef cows get pretty testy about anyone or anything messing with their calves.
I figured all the cowboys whoever lived must have had guardian angels so there must be some angels around that have worked cattle. If the Lord would send some of them along ...
When we got over to the other farm, DH and DS1 were just penning up the steers. The bull went into the other pasture and they locked him up, too. That left just the the cows and mama of the newborn calf to deal with. DH caught it and we tried to get the truck between the cow and calf. Grandpa banded it and gave it its shots quickly while the mama was standing by getting testy and snorty. I think she was within seconds of head-butting someone when they finished, but, you know, no harm, no foul. We just don't want anyone to get knocked down and stomped on.
DH said if he had known it was this easy he would not have called us. Wasn't easy, it was an answered prayer.
"Could you all come over here and give me a hand? The steers all got out. In the cow pasture. The bull's out there too. And one of the cows just had a calf."
Sounded like a rodeo to me. DS1 hopped on his bike and sped over there. I called Grandma and Grandpa and arranged to leave DS2 with Grandma and ride over there with Grandpa.
While we rode over there I was praying. The pastor talked about Peter and John healing the lame man at the Temple (you know, "Silver and gold have I none but such as I have I will give to thee ... in the name of Jesus rise and walk.") Pastor said they were going about their every day business, but prayed up and expected to receive an answer.
I was praying (an expecting) that the Lord would send cowboy angels to help us with separating the cattle and getting them all back in the right pen, and getting the new calf treated with no one getting hurt. The beef cows get pretty testy about anyone or anything messing with their calves.
I figured all the cowboys whoever lived must have had guardian angels so there must be some angels around that have worked cattle. If the Lord would send some of them along ...
When we got over to the other farm, DH and DS1 were just penning up the steers. The bull went into the other pasture and they locked him up, too. That left just the the cows and mama of the newborn calf to deal with. DH caught it and we tried to get the truck between the cow and calf. Grandpa banded it and gave it its shots quickly while the mama was standing by getting testy and snorty. I think she was within seconds of head-butting someone when they finished, but, you know, no harm, no foul. We just don't want anyone to get knocked down and stomped on.
DH said if he had known it was this easy he would not have called us. Wasn't easy, it was an answered prayer.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The wheat hay
... yielded about 44 big squares, or 44,000 pounds, or 22 tons off 33 acres.
That was a little light, but, there was no expense for seed, lime or fertilizer. Just paying the neighbors for custom baling.
Saturday the guys finished disking then seeded soybeans there.
That was a little light, but, there was no expense for seed, lime or fertilizer. Just paying the neighbors for custom baling.
Saturday the guys finished disking then seeded soybeans there.
Rustlers? Here?
This made us wonder. While DS1 and DH were choring at our cousins, a truck and trailer slowed down as though fixing to turn in at cousins' cow barn. When the guys went out of the barn to see who was there, the truck sped up and drove away.
They were puzzled and concerned because ... you don't just take a truck and gooseneck out for joy ride ... today is cattle day at the livestock auction ... half the county knows the cousins are on vacation ... lotta guys are out of work ...
On the other hand, if they were lost they might have been slowing down to read addresses.
On the other hand, DH and the boys sort of know everyone's rig around here and did not recognize this one.
On the other hand ... guess we'll just have to BOLO for anything odd over there.
They were puzzled and concerned because ... you don't just take a truck and gooseneck out for joy ride ... today is cattle day at the livestock auction ... half the county knows the cousins are on vacation ... lotta guys are out of work ...
On the other hand, if they were lost they might have been slowing down to read addresses.
On the other hand, DH and the boys sort of know everyone's rig around here and did not recognize this one.
On the other hand ... guess we'll just have to BOLO for anything odd over there.
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