After a couple nights and days of unseasonably cold weather, the rain has set in and doesn’t seem to be going away. I did get one fairly dry, but overcast day to haul some more cross ties from the railroad. Other than that and work it’s been a week of taking care of the animals and hanging out with the kids. We have been to a couple local farms to look at cattle. I believe we have decided on a 600 lb simmental bull calf from a neighbor for our next beef. He’s a tad big to steer, but I like a challenge. We’ve planned a trip to the stockyard to buy some pigs for week after next. I will have to borrow our friend and neighbor Joe Phillips’ trailer. I sold mine a few months back and have never replaced it.
Another neighbor, Mr. Wisham, called and needs hay set out for his cows starting Monday. This will be a weekly chore for the Mahindra 6000 this winter. Sure wish I could swing that 7010 Cab. The colt born on Garett’s birthday (6/30) “Thumper” will soon be separated from his mother. I’ll make a place in the barn for him. If we don’t put him somewhere that is impossible for him to escape he will find a way to get back to his mother. Then we will begin the long process of breaking him.
We had to take time this week to do something none of us enjoy doing. A long time friend of the family passed away and we attended his services. Mr. Travis Bryant was a retired logger. He resided here just about a mile and a half from the farm for several years. I grew up around and have remained friends with his sons and daughter.
The goats the kids raised on a bottle are now big enough to put them in with the rest of the herd. Only problem is, they are so tame they keep finding a way out of the fence and coming to the porch. I thought I had seen every way a goat could get itself into trouble until the other day. One of the horned dams had reached as far into the middle of a roll of hay as it could only to get it’s horns caught in the hay. It was stuck there with it’s head in the hay. I just happened to look out there and see it struggling. She was so grateful when I finally dug enough hay away she could get loose.
On a positive note, while looking for something in the attic I found a box of old picture negatives. Just from looking at them through the light I can tell that they are my great uncle Norman in various places both here and overseas – I would assume during WWII. We have tons of pictures that he took during the war of friends of his, but we have no way of identifying them. Someday I hope to scan them and post them on a website for folks to help me identify them. I have taken about half of them to have them developed and hopefully I can afford to get the rest soon.
Well I should go for now…….feel free to drop a comment anytime.