I have a problem. It's a very serious problem. I've had this problem for years and years.
My current problem:
Ryan and I have bought a pig to go to the butcher. So we may fill our freezer with yummy bacon and pork chops.
Some of my family members have also decided to buy pigs.
Right now they are at my house in a trailer, waiting for their final hours to pass.
My problem? I am soft at heart, especially when it comes to animals.
I can never be one of those people that raises an animal, gives it a name and then eats it.
All I would ever see on my plate is poor "Wilbur" and I can't eat my pets face. It just isn't happening.
So what did I do? I looked at the little (well they really aren't little) pigs in the trailer.
And that's where I went wrong. They look like pets with sad eyes. I already feel guilty.
I told my Mom and you know what she said? "Don't you open that trailer door!"
(I'm that girl that always brings home lost kittens, abandoned baby birds, starving puppies. I don't know how many times I got in trouble for bringing home and hiding in my room litter's of kittens.)
I'm trying to be tough and think of them as food, but I just can't help it.
They go in today at noon. I'm at work, trying not to think about it. I'm repeating in my head "Bacon, bacon, bacon." "Pork chops, pork chops, pork chops."
I will be strong, I will be strong.
On a happier subject. The first day of "Official" Basketball practice starts today. (Please light a candle for me) For some reason I'm anxious to coach basketball.
On a partly gruesome note, I'm glad I'm not a cow. To be more specific, I'm glad I'm not an older female cow.
Why? (and I'm sorry in advance) We had to pull a calf out of an older cow, and we found the feet, put the chain on and went to grab the jack. That's when it happened. It, was the sucking sound coming from the older cow's hoo haw. It was more powerful sounding then a Dyson Vacuum. It sucked that calves legs right back in. But that noise, the horrible farting/ sucking noise will stay with me forever.
This just in: I am looking out my window at work and the buffalo are stampeding. They are going wild. I'm glad I'm in the office. Plus if you want me to eat the buffalo my contact with them has to be minimal or I may try to make a pet of them and name it "Betty"
I think I have problems.
Showing posts with label calving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label calving. Show all posts
Monday, February 23, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I'm Baaaccckkk!
*Knock, Knock. This thing still work?*
I feel like I've been long gone. Long gone for so long.
I love weekends. But only the ones when I don't have to do anything.
This weekend wasn't even in the same ball game. All I did was work. Work work work work work. (The only reprieve I get is bottle feeding the babies. There are five bottle babies now and I love them all.)
Because I'm such a nice wife, I help Ryan during calving. He night calves, as in stay up all night to check cows and sleep all day. So this weekend I stayed up all night and slept all day.
Have you ever done that? Talk about mess with your inner calendar/ time thingy.
Right now I'm at work, and my brain thinks it's time to be sleeping. Last night, I stayed home to sleep. Well once 11:00 hit, my body and brain were like "I'm Up! Let's Party! Or let's clean the house, do the dishes, move the new freezer, clean the laundry room, do some laundry, clean the kitchen and take the trash out."
I can't wait until calving is over. There are 300 plus calves on the ground, we are almost almost half way there. I can't wait.
On another note, have you seen this? It's scary.
Thought you might find this interesting.
I found this interesting and wanted to pass it along.Recently someone had to have their 5-year old German Shepherd dog put down due to liver failure. The dog was completely healthy until a few weeks ago, so they had a necropsy done to see what the cause was. The liver levels were unbelievable, as if the dog had ingested poison of some kind. The dog is kept inside, and when he's outside, someones with him, so the idea of him getting into something unknown was hard to believe.My neighbor started going through all the items in the house. When he got to the Swiffer Wetjet, he noticed, in very tiny print, a warning which stated 'may be harmful to small children and animals.' He called the company to ask what the contents of the cleaning agent are and was astounded to find out that antifreeze is one of the ingredients (actually, he was told it's a compound which is one molecule away from antifreeze). Therefore, just by the dog walking on the floor cleaned with the solution, then licking its own paws, it ingested enough of the solution to destroy its liver.Soon after his dog's death, his housekeepers' two cats also died of liver failure. They both used the Swiffer Wetjet for quick cleanups on their floors. Necropsies weren't done on the cats, so they couldn't file a lawsuit, but he asked that we spread the word to as many people as possible so they don't lose their animals.This is equally harmful to babies and small children that play on the floor a lot and put their fingers in their mouths a lot.PLEASE, EVEN IF YOU DO NOT HAVE BABIES, SMALL CHILDREN OR OWN A PET; PLEASE FORWARD THIS ON! YOU MAY NOT HAVE ANY CHILDREN OR PETS BUT SOME OF YOU HAVE FRIENDS OR FAMILY WITH PETS AND ALSO FAMILIES WITH GRANDCHILDREN AND GREAT GRANDCHILDREN.
I feel like I've been long gone. Long gone for so long.
I love weekends. But only the ones when I don't have to do anything.
This weekend wasn't even in the same ball game. All I did was work. Work work work work work. (The only reprieve I get is bottle feeding the babies. There are five bottle babies now and I love them all.)
Because I'm such a nice wife, I help Ryan during calving. He night calves, as in stay up all night to check cows and sleep all day. So this weekend I stayed up all night and slept all day.
Have you ever done that? Talk about mess with your inner calendar/ time thingy.
Right now I'm at work, and my brain thinks it's time to be sleeping. Last night, I stayed home to sleep. Well once 11:00 hit, my body and brain were like "I'm Up! Let's Party! Or let's clean the house, do the dishes, move the new freezer, clean the laundry room, do some laundry, clean the kitchen and take the trash out."
I can't wait until calving is over. There are 300 plus calves on the ground, we are almost almost half way there. I can't wait.
On another note, have you seen this? It's scary.
Thought you might find this interesting.
I found this interesting and wanted to pass it along.Recently someone had to have their 5-year old German Shepherd dog put down due to liver failure. The dog was completely healthy until a few weeks ago, so they had a necropsy done to see what the cause was. The liver levels were unbelievable, as if the dog had ingested poison of some kind. The dog is kept inside, and when he's outside, someones with him, so the idea of him getting into something unknown was hard to believe.My neighbor started going through all the items in the house. When he got to the Swiffer Wetjet, he noticed, in very tiny print, a warning which stated 'may be harmful to small children and animals.' He called the company to ask what the contents of the cleaning agent are and was astounded to find out that antifreeze is one of the ingredients (actually, he was told it's a compound which is one molecule away from antifreeze). Therefore, just by the dog walking on the floor cleaned with the solution, then licking its own paws, it ingested enough of the solution to destroy its liver.Soon after his dog's death, his housekeepers' two cats also died of liver failure. They both used the Swiffer Wetjet for quick cleanups on their floors. Necropsies weren't done on the cats, so they couldn't file a lawsuit, but he asked that we spread the word to as many people as possible so they don't lose their animals.This is equally harmful to babies and small children that play on the floor a lot and put their fingers in their mouths a lot.PLEASE, EVEN IF YOU DO NOT HAVE BABIES, SMALL CHILDREN OR OWN A PET; PLEASE FORWARD THIS ON! YOU MAY NOT HAVE ANY CHILDREN OR PETS BUT SOME OF YOU HAVE FRIENDS OR FAMILY WITH PETS AND ALSO FAMILIES WITH GRANDCHILDREN AND GREAT GRANDCHILDREN.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Checking of the List
The past few days have been crazy and cold and cold and crazy.
Have you ever felt tired, no matter how much sleep you get or what you do to relax, you are just tired? That is what I feel like all the time always. No I'm not pregnant either.
Just tired.
But on an exciting note, I forgot to ravish about my purchases when I went home.
That is right I actually spent some money on me and it was fabulous!
I actually bought pants, not just one pair but 4!
I don't have to wear holy blessed pants anymore! I can actually keep the color of my panties a secret again!
I also got a new pair of shoes and some cute shirts.
The great part about all of this frivolous shopping was it was all on sale! And I kept everything under 100.00 or close, but who is really counting?
The important thing, I got to actually mark some more things off my "What I want to buy this year" list.
I do believe retail therapy is the best and it really does make a person feel better. Why? I'm not sure but gosh it feels great!
Do I sound totally looney now or what? What, I live in the flats and sticks I don't get out much. The bright lights of the city hurts my eyes....
It's a blessing we even have running water. Okay so that part is a lie, but could you imagine if it wasn't?
Side note: I'm so ready for calving season to be over.... Please, please, please, please. I want to go back to normal sleeping hours. I want to have control of the TV again while Ryan is at work.
I'd pay the hallmark channel to STOP showing rerun after rerun of "Walker Texas Ranger" ugh.
Have you ever felt tired, no matter how much sleep you get or what you do to relax, you are just tired? That is what I feel like all the time always. No I'm not pregnant either.
Just tired.
But on an exciting note, I forgot to ravish about my purchases when I went home.
That is right I actually spent some money on me and it was fabulous!
I actually bought pants, not just one pair but 4!
I don't have to wear holy blessed pants anymore! I can actually keep the color of my panties a secret again!
I also got a new pair of shoes and some cute shirts.
The great part about all of this frivolous shopping was it was all on sale! And I kept everything under 100.00 or close, but who is really counting?
The important thing, I got to actually mark some more things off my "What I want to buy this year" list.
I do believe retail therapy is the best and it really does make a person feel better. Why? I'm not sure but gosh it feels great!
Do I sound totally looney now or what? What, I live in the flats and sticks I don't get out much. The bright lights of the city hurts my eyes....
It's a blessing we even have running water. Okay so that part is a lie, but could you imagine if it wasn't?
Side note: I'm so ready for calving season to be over.... Please, please, please, please. I want to go back to normal sleeping hours. I want to have control of the TV again while Ryan is at work.
I'd pay the hallmark channel to STOP showing rerun after rerun of "Walker Texas Ranger" ugh.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
nothing but a dream
I'm here at work, confirming my thoughts from yesterday.
My days off of work are nothing but whimsical dreams. Totally sucks.
Last night while helping Ryan night calve, there were twins born.
They were so cute and little, so very little. There was a red one and a black one.
Ryan had to put them in the sled to get them to the barn.
The sled is a little device we put baby calves in so they don't have to walk, and it's open so the Mama cows can smell and follow their baby. Hypothetically speaking that is.
The cows for some reason are scared of the sled. It's so funny. When you drive by in the 4 wheeler, they are used to it, no big deal. But when the sled is attached to the 4 wheeler, the cows fall over they are trying to run away so fast. It's really funny and very cheap humor.
You'd laugh too if you ever saw it.
This just in.... my trusty space heater at work just bit the dust. I repeat the heat has left the building. Great, now what will I do. Is it possible to sue a work place for getting frost bite feet? I bet J.G. Wentworth would take that on. (I hate those commercials.)
Have you ever gone back and read some of your older posts?
Yeah I did that once and it made me feel like an idiot. Some of the things I say and type....oy.
Happy Thursday. If Thursday's are the kind of thing that you know... make you happy.
My days off of work are nothing but whimsical dreams. Totally sucks.
Last night while helping Ryan night calve, there were twins born.
They were so cute and little, so very little. There was a red one and a black one.
Ryan had to put them in the sled to get them to the barn.
The sled is a little device we put baby calves in so they don't have to walk, and it's open so the Mama cows can smell and follow their baby. Hypothetically speaking that is.
The cows for some reason are scared of the sled. It's so funny. When you drive by in the 4 wheeler, they are used to it, no big deal. But when the sled is attached to the 4 wheeler, the cows fall over they are trying to run away so fast. It's really funny and very cheap humor.
You'd laugh too if you ever saw it.
This just in.... my trusty space heater at work just bit the dust. I repeat the heat has left the building. Great, now what will I do. Is it possible to sue a work place for getting frost bite feet? I bet J.G. Wentworth would take that on. (I hate those commercials.)
Have you ever gone back and read some of your older posts?
Yeah I did that once and it made me feel like an idiot. Some of the things I say and type....oy.
Happy Thursday. If Thursday's are the kind of thing that you know... make you happy.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Oy. This is a long one.
There comes a time in every respective ranch wife's life when you realize some things.
Your season's change and you no longer refer to them as the normal spring, summer, fall, winter.
The season's now fall into different categories.
Gathering Season
Branding Season
Haying Season
Calving Season
The biggest project/ season in my life is Calving season. It's taking over our lives.
Ryan totally understandable, it's his job. He gets paid for it.
Me... not so much. I'm free labor or slavery however you see it.
I'm obligated by marriage to help with all these seasons.
Don't get me wrong, there are the good points. I get to spend time with Ryan and I get to be outside. I like being hands on with things and I don't mind getting down and dirty on the ranch.
What sucks, is the hours you put in. Some people don't really understand what goes into a Ranch to keep it running smoothly.
During Calving season, there is always someone keeping watch over the bovine creatures. Ryan this year is the "Night Calver" meaning he stays up all night with the cows and helps when needed.
This year, much like last year, I'm the "Night Calver Assistant" or as I refer to myself as the "Cow Doctor" There is only one difference, this year I have a job. I don't really get much sleep, but hey how needs it? I mean come on, sleep is for the birds.
All the missed sleep is worth it however, when you see a cute little baby calf. If you haven't ever seen one, you are missing out. They are so soft, and for the most part very gentle and nice to be around. I like to bottle feed the little love muffins.
However, there is a darker side to calving. This dark part for me happens in the heifer barn. (Heifers are first time calvers)
I'm a pretty educated girl when it comes to reproduction. I haven't done it myself yet, but I know what goes down. That being said, those poor poor heifers and I'm not sure I want to reproduce and go through labor.
This weekend, Ryan and I had to pull two calves. (The cowboy has to decide if the cow needs help getting the baby out. They usually give the heifers a couple hours to calve by themselves, but after that for the cow and calf's sake, they need us to help)
The ingredients to pull a calf:
J Lube
The Glove
The Chains
The Hooks
The Jack (oh lord.)
Back Information you need to know:
First, you have to move the heifer to the "Mothering pen" with the head catch. (So the cow can't run away from you.)
First, Put on that glove, you'll need it. It could get messy.
Then "Lube" if needed, to well make things easier.
Then you determine the position of the calf. Get things arranged in there and pull out the legs (hopefully the front legs) and put the chains on both legs.
If you can't hold on to the chains you need to use the hooks to help pull the baby down out of the birthing slew.
Then enter the Jack. (I just got goosebumps)
The jack is designed to keep the calve coming out instead of out, then in, out, then in.
IMPORTANT:
With Heifers and all cows, you want to be as easy and stress free as possible. Wait for a contraction and pull with the cow. This will keep the cow and calf more calm and reduce tearing (more goosebumps) You also have to be careful of when the cow will go down (there is a lot happening and they are tired and in pain, of course they will lay down) But in going down, if the calf is partly out, it could have it's back broken, or other injuries. So you have to be ready for everything.
Okay, now down to the story:
Heifer Helen
Ryan decided this heifer wasn't able to have her calf by herself. The reason was, the calf was just too big and she needed help. So off we go to get her and ourselves prepared.
Heifer in the mothering pen and head catch. Check
Gloves, Chains in place. Check
Enter the Jack and position it into place. Check.
Heifer Helen, begins to contract. Check
Gently begin to help her with the jack during each contraction. Check
Enter in Me. Cow Doctor. Check.
Then I'm given a job, an important horrible job cause well I could feel everything. I seriously thought about sending Heifer Helen flowers with a card saying get well soon.
Ryan said I need to insert my hands in heifer Helen's birthing slew and try to stretch it to accommodate the Goliath calf. So I did it. Please take note, my stomach lurched and turned with every contraction, my heart ached and my girl parts ran away from home and retired in Mexico. I do not, want to go through that.
But oh my lord. With each contraction, you can feel the stretching, the tearing, the bones and joints in the heifer and calf popping. Let me tell you, this calf was HUGE.
But my job was very helpful. I was gently mind you, stretching her so Goliath could enter the world. She had some stretching and very minimal tearing, and she never went down which is very good. That heifer Helen was tough, tougher then me for sure. Plus the calf was okay. All ended well, or so we thought.
Heifer Ursula
Ryan again decided this gal needed some help, for the reason of Goliath Jr. wanted to visit the world.
We are all ready, every precaution is taken.
Everything is in place and ready to begin pulling.
We wait for a contraction to hit and then it all starts.
Again my job, birthing slew stretcher.
The head comes out and I'm saying Hail Mary's for Ursula's birthing slew. This baby is big.
I'm feeling every thing, again with the stomach pains, the lurching, the aching heart and by now my girly parts have died. (the memorial service will be next week)
Ursula goes down, and the calves head is halfway out.
Ryan takes action, continuing to help Ursula birth her giant with each contraction.
I'm talking her through it, like she can understand me. (And still stretching manually)
The calve is now out to his hips, and gets stuck.
Ryan drops the jack, and bear hugs the calf.
He then turns it, so he can get it out.
Goliath Jr. is out. Ursula is relieved, and I want to puke. Poor Ursula is well, her birthing center needs some rehabilitation. If I were here, I'd go on vacation for a year. Heifer Ursula is thankfully okay and her giant calf is too.
The story ends well, but my girly parts will never ever be the same again.
Disclaimer: This is a true story. There were no animals harmed in the making of this story only my girly parts I'm afraid they will never be the same. The birthing nightmare will plague me forever.
Your season's change and you no longer refer to them as the normal spring, summer, fall, winter.
The season's now fall into different categories.
Gathering Season
Branding Season
Haying Season
Calving Season
The biggest project/ season in my life is Calving season. It's taking over our lives.
Ryan totally understandable, it's his job. He gets paid for it.
Me... not so much. I'm free labor or slavery however you see it.
I'm obligated by marriage to help with all these seasons.
Don't get me wrong, there are the good points. I get to spend time with Ryan and I get to be outside. I like being hands on with things and I don't mind getting down and dirty on the ranch.
What sucks, is the hours you put in. Some people don't really understand what goes into a Ranch to keep it running smoothly.
During Calving season, there is always someone keeping watch over the bovine creatures. Ryan this year is the "Night Calver" meaning he stays up all night with the cows and helps when needed.
This year, much like last year, I'm the "Night Calver Assistant" or as I refer to myself as the "Cow Doctor" There is only one difference, this year I have a job. I don't really get much sleep, but hey how needs it? I mean come on, sleep is for the birds.
All the missed sleep is worth it however, when you see a cute little baby calf. If you haven't ever seen one, you are missing out. They are so soft, and for the most part very gentle and nice to be around. I like to bottle feed the little love muffins.
However, there is a darker side to calving. This dark part for me happens in the heifer barn. (Heifers are first time calvers)
I'm a pretty educated girl when it comes to reproduction. I haven't done it myself yet, but I know what goes down. That being said, those poor poor heifers and I'm not sure I want to reproduce and go through labor.
This weekend, Ryan and I had to pull two calves. (The cowboy has to decide if the cow needs help getting the baby out. They usually give the heifers a couple hours to calve by themselves, but after that for the cow and calf's sake, they need us to help)
The ingredients to pull a calf:
J Lube
The Glove
The Chains
The Hooks
The Jack (oh lord.)
Back Information you need to know:
First, you have to move the heifer to the "Mothering pen" with the head catch. (So the cow can't run away from you.)
First, Put on that glove, you'll need it. It could get messy.
Then "Lube" if needed, to well make things easier.
Then you determine the position of the calf. Get things arranged in there and pull out the legs (hopefully the front legs) and put the chains on both legs.
If you can't hold on to the chains you need to use the hooks to help pull the baby down out of the birthing slew.
Then enter the Jack. (I just got goosebumps)
The jack is designed to keep the calve coming out instead of out, then in, out, then in.
IMPORTANT:
With Heifers and all cows, you want to be as easy and stress free as possible. Wait for a contraction and pull with the cow. This will keep the cow and calf more calm and reduce tearing (more goosebumps) You also have to be careful of when the cow will go down (there is a lot happening and they are tired and in pain, of course they will lay down) But in going down, if the calf is partly out, it could have it's back broken, or other injuries. So you have to be ready for everything.
Okay, now down to the story:
Heifer Helen
Ryan decided this heifer wasn't able to have her calf by herself. The reason was, the calf was just too big and she needed help. So off we go to get her and ourselves prepared.
Heifer in the mothering pen and head catch. Check
Gloves, Chains in place. Check
Enter the Jack and position it into place. Check.
Heifer Helen, begins to contract. Check
Gently begin to help her with the jack during each contraction. Check
Enter in Me. Cow Doctor. Check.
Then I'm given a job, an important horrible job cause well I could feel everything. I seriously thought about sending Heifer Helen flowers with a card saying get well soon.
Ryan said I need to insert my hands in heifer Helen's birthing slew and try to stretch it to accommodate the Goliath calf. So I did it. Please take note, my stomach lurched and turned with every contraction, my heart ached and my girl parts ran away from home and retired in Mexico. I do not, want to go through that.
But oh my lord. With each contraction, you can feel the stretching, the tearing, the bones and joints in the heifer and calf popping. Let me tell you, this calf was HUGE.
But my job was very helpful. I was gently mind you, stretching her so Goliath could enter the world. She had some stretching and very minimal tearing, and she never went down which is very good. That heifer Helen was tough, tougher then me for sure. Plus the calf was okay. All ended well, or so we thought.
Heifer Ursula
Ryan again decided this gal needed some help, for the reason of Goliath Jr. wanted to visit the world.
We are all ready, every precaution is taken.
Everything is in place and ready to begin pulling.
We wait for a contraction to hit and then it all starts.
Again my job, birthing slew stretcher.
The head comes out and I'm saying Hail Mary's for Ursula's birthing slew. This baby is big.
I'm feeling every thing, again with the stomach pains, the lurching, the aching heart and by now my girly parts have died. (the memorial service will be next week)
Ursula goes down, and the calves head is halfway out.
Ryan takes action, continuing to help Ursula birth her giant with each contraction.
I'm talking her through it, like she can understand me. (And still stretching manually)
The calve is now out to his hips, and gets stuck.
Ryan drops the jack, and bear hugs the calf.
He then turns it, so he can get it out.
Goliath Jr. is out. Ursula is relieved, and I want to puke. Poor Ursula is well, her birthing center needs some rehabilitation. If I were here, I'd go on vacation for a year. Heifer Ursula is thankfully okay and her giant calf is too.
The story ends well, but my girly parts will never ever be the same again.
Disclaimer: This is a true story. There were no animals harmed in the making of this story only my girly parts I'm afraid they will never be the same. The birthing nightmare will plague me forever.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Hmm. Mmm.
You know what really really gets my goat...
(I don't have a goat, but if I did I would name him Bill)
Anyways, back to my rant.
It really gets me when people who get plenty of income, and I mean PLENTY. But they spend it on ridiculous things and basically throw away all the cash flow.
Then you know what happens, they complain about it.
And of course, the poor people with plenty of income, never view themselves as responsible.
ACCHHHH!
It drives me crazy. I want to slap them, or shave off their eyebrows.
I would like for them to live off my salary for 2 weeks. I don't think they'd make it....
Stop complaining about your plenty of income woes...
I don't get it and I'm not going to be sympathetic to you. I would love to have half the income you do. I could by myself a country with all that money.
Okay. Rant over.
On another note.
I was helping Ryan night calve last night.
I got to play with the baby calves.
I think I made some of the Mama's mad.
I love baby calves... they are so cute!
I love when they crinkle their noses.
There were 4 babies born last night, and a total of 42 heifers have calved!
Woohooo, only 200 or so more to go
That isn't even counting the old cows.
When you night calve, you look at so many hoo hoo's.
I'm practically a gynecologist.
(I don't have a goat, but if I did I would name him Bill)
Anyways, back to my rant.
It really gets me when people who get plenty of income, and I mean PLENTY. But they spend it on ridiculous things and basically throw away all the cash flow.
Then you know what happens, they complain about it.
And of course, the poor people with plenty of income, never view themselves as responsible.
ACCHHHH!
It drives me crazy. I want to slap them, or shave off their eyebrows.
I would like for them to live off my salary for 2 weeks. I don't think they'd make it....
Stop complaining about your plenty of income woes...
I don't get it and I'm not going to be sympathetic to you. I would love to have half the income you do. I could by myself a country with all that money.
Okay. Rant over.
On another note.
I was helping Ryan night calve last night.
I got to play with the baby calves.
I think I made some of the Mama's mad.
I love baby calves... they are so cute!
I love when they crinkle their noses.
There were 4 babies born last night, and a total of 42 heifers have calved!
Woohooo, only 200 or so more to go
That isn't even counting the old cows.
When you night calve, you look at so many hoo hoo's.
I'm practically a gynecologist.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Candies, calories and calving
Ahhh, I feel rejuvenated? refreshed? refurbished?
I got Friday off of work, this allowed me to run some much needed errands in town.
Unfortunately I didn't get to attend my much needed errands at home. Whoops.
Oh well, I know they will be there forever, or until I do them. Whatever is first.
I did however go to the grocery store and got prepared/ ready for the Superbowl. We aren't having a party, I don't think anyways. BUT, we are having delicious snack foods and deserts that will stick to your butt.
Speaking of butts do you ever catch a glimpse of yours in the mirror?
I did, and felt like screaming. I didn't recognize it. Then I immediately went out and got a gym membership.
Okay, so I didn't get a gym membership. But I thought about it, seriously. I blame my foreign butt on the winter months. It's cold and miserable and there is NO way my butt is leaving my house unless I absolutely have too.
I have made a vow to get my thee butt back into shape once summer hits, for I will no longer have any excuses.
Hopefully, it will be more recognizable in the summer months. My butt that is.
Oh, and let the night calving begin tonight. Full nights, oh lordy.
25 calves on the ground and counting.
I'm going to be looking into a vacation in Maui during these full night calving months. Seriously.
I got Friday off of work, this allowed me to run some much needed errands in town.
Unfortunately I didn't get to attend my much needed errands at home. Whoops.
Oh well, I know they will be there forever, or until I do them. Whatever is first.
I did however go to the grocery store and got prepared/ ready for the Superbowl. We aren't having a party, I don't think anyways. BUT, we are having delicious snack foods and deserts that will stick to your butt.
Speaking of butts do you ever catch a glimpse of yours in the mirror?
I did, and felt like screaming. I didn't recognize it. Then I immediately went out and got a gym membership.
Okay, so I didn't get a gym membership. But I thought about it, seriously. I blame my foreign butt on the winter months. It's cold and miserable and there is NO way my butt is leaving my house unless I absolutely have too.
I have made a vow to get my thee butt back into shape once summer hits, for I will no longer have any excuses.
Hopefully, it will be more recognizable in the summer months. My butt that is.
Oh, and let the night calving begin tonight. Full nights, oh lordy.
25 calves on the ground and counting.
I'm going to be looking into a vacation in Maui during these full night calving months. Seriously.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
And so it begins
Yesterday was the day it began. It's exciting, kinda dreadful while at the same time fun. But there is a lot of work to be done.
What am I talking about?
Well yesterday we had our first calf. (why do I say we, like I was there and had any part in it...)
Rephrase/ Correction:
Well, yesterday the Ranch had it's First calf. (there mucho better)
Then later that night, we er um, the Ranch had it's Second calf.
2 down only 898 more to go.
And so it begins, it would be wonderful if we had tons of calves during this warm snap we are getting. But I highly doubt that will happen. You see cows think they can only birth their calves when it's cold, really cold, negative weather.
Bring on the straw, bottles, rubber bands(poor boys), chains and the jack! Calving season has officially started for the Ranch!
I hope those cowboys are ready.
What am I talking about?
Well yesterday we had our first calf. (why do I say we, like I was there and had any part in it...)
Rephrase/ Correction:
Well, yesterday the Ranch had it's First calf. (there mucho better)
Then later that night, we er um, the Ranch had it's Second calf.
2 down only 898 more to go.
And so it begins, it would be wonderful if we had tons of calves during this warm snap we are getting. But I highly doubt that will happen. You see cows think they can only birth their calves when it's cold, really cold, negative weather.
Bring on the straw, bottles, rubber bands(poor boys), chains and the jack! Calving season has officially started for the Ranch!
I hope those cowboys are ready.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Let the Count Down Begin
Wait... What count down you ask?
Well Calving of course, duh!
Yep it's true, the ranch will start calving in roughly 11 days. Are they ready? Who knows? But either way it will hit, and when it does oh boy.
Grab your Muck boots, and Work Jacket, it's going to be a LONG couple months.
I always love to bottle feed the little sugar muffins! They are so darned cute! Last year I fell in love with a little red baby, and I dubed her mine. Well, mine until she grew up and out of her cuteness!
I'm sure I'll be dragged down to the calving barn against my will again this year. (Ryan thinks I'm his free laborer during calving) Then he will force me to go out on all of his nightly checks and hold the spot light for him. But I'm more interested in making zig zag's with the light then actually checking for cow's calving. Ryan gets so mad.... I get a kick out of it, then I quietly snicker behind him. Don't tell him though, cause the next job I would have to do is the decoy for the mean cows. No thank you.
Did I ever tell you last year I almost died. Yes death by a freight train aka. Heifer cow that did NOT want to go into the barn.
I'll tell you about it sometime.
For some strange reason Calving season makes all the cowboys go crazy.
I'll tell you about that sometime too!
Well Calving of course, duh!
Yep it's true, the ranch will start calving in roughly 11 days. Are they ready? Who knows? But either way it will hit, and when it does oh boy.
Grab your Muck boots, and Work Jacket, it's going to be a LONG couple months.
I always love to bottle feed the little sugar muffins! They are so darned cute! Last year I fell in love with a little red baby, and I dubed her mine. Well, mine until she grew up and out of her cuteness!
I'm sure I'll be dragged down to the calving barn against my will again this year. (Ryan thinks I'm his free laborer during calving) Then he will force me to go out on all of his nightly checks and hold the spot light for him. But I'm more interested in making zig zag's with the light then actually checking for cow's calving. Ryan gets so mad.... I get a kick out of it, then I quietly snicker behind him. Don't tell him though, cause the next job I would have to do is the decoy for the mean cows. No thank you.
Did I ever tell you last year I almost died. Yes death by a freight train aka. Heifer cow that did NOT want to go into the barn.
I'll tell you about it sometime.
For some strange reason Calving season makes all the cowboys go crazy.
I'll tell you about that sometime too!
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