Calves and Cats

Peanut now has two head of dairy cows in our herd. The farmer picked out one of our finest calves and gifted it to her. Her name is Virgo. (When you start running out of names for your cattle, you get really creative and just name them their sun sign. )

Anyway, Virgo is now our youngest milk cow. In October, she gave birth to another little heifer. We gave Peanut the privilege of naming her because, naturally, she owns her.

Now, most 2 year olds would have named her “Brownie” or “Goldie.” Or some Disney name. But, no, our precocious little daughter named her Milka.

So, Milka it is.

The second character in this riveting story is She-Devil. She-Devil comes from a long line of feral cats that we once had around the place. The only 2 left now are her and her brother, Stormy. She-Devil lives up to her name in every way. I’m pretty sure she just might BE the devil.

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Beautiful, but Deadly

But, not when it comes to Milka.

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She-Devil is putty in Milka’s hands (hoofs?).

Baby calves will try to eat/suck on anything you put in their pen. Including She-Devil’s ears. Let me tell ya, to this cat, there is nothing better. (If you’ll notice in the first picture, the top of She-Devil’s head is soaked.)

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“Stop that!!”

I don’t know how many times I have caught this cat just taking a bath anywhere she pleases! This is a family-friendly farm! See what I mean… She’s a good mouser, but her professionalism could really use some work…

You all have a wonderful Thursday!

The Dairymaid

Copyright. Breauna Krider. 12/20/12.

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The Babysitter

This is Ace. He’s Dad and Mandy’s dog.

He’s a Blue Heeler, one of the stereotypical farm dogs. He’s actually a “Blue Header,” though. My dad works on the road a lot and never really got to teach Ace to go for a cow’s heels. He tries to latch onto the tops of their heads. He’s been knocked for a loop a time or two, but it never phases him much. He also has been accidentally run over with the four-wheeler numerous times. Trying to bite the tires of a moving ATV is never a good idea. My brother-in-law, Jason, actually got in a four-wheeler wreck trying not to run over Ace. He landed in a patch of briars and sported a black eye for a week.

Not cool, Ace. Not cool.

Ace spends his days sleeping on the porch, chasing birds (that are flying up in the air, mind you. Some day, maybe one will croak mid-flight and fall right out of the sky) and squirrels, killing varmints, “helping” with the evening cattle feeding rituals, bringing tree limbs onto the porch (sticks would be too easy), and babysitting.

The babysitting is my favorite part. Ace may not be the smartest dog in the world, but he loves Peanut. I like to think of him as a muscle-head security detail. All he needs is some black sunglasses.

If Peanut is out and about, Ace is always a close distance behind her. She gets really mad at him if he gets in her face, so he tags along a few feet back.

SQUIRREL!

Sometimes, Peanut falls asleep on my way home from somewhere. Instead of getting her out of the car and waking her up, I sometimes leave her in the car and check on her every little bit. Most of the time, Ace lets me know when she’s awake, though. He goes down there to my car and just sits by the back door and stares at the house like “Helloooooo? Baby’s awake.” It’s so cute!

Needless to say, he’s endeared me to him.

  

P.S. That first pic of Ace was taken with that new lens I showed ya a while back. When I saw what a good picture it created of Ace, I was shocked that I was the one that  actually took it. Highly recommend.

 

 

 

 

New Additions

We’ve been having some promiscuity problems at the farm this year. First, we had feral cats all over the place. Now, we’re just down to 2 because we caught some kittens and had them fixed. My favorite of those cats, Mr., went missing some months ago. I really miss him because 1) he was a mouse/mole slayer extraordinaire and 2) he really liked me and was so friendly to everyone he encountered. Look where that got him. So, now we’re just down to 2 cats that hate people and don’t put the hurtin’ on the mouse population that Mr. did.

My beloved Mr. May he rest in peace.

Then, Miles, our hereford bull, saw greener pastures (he he) one day when a tree fell on the fence separating our beef cows from our Jerseys.

If you want to read more about his escapades, here’s the link to the post: http://the-dairy-maid.com/2011/05/20/miles-night-out/

Now, we have these:

They’re little squirrly, wiggly things that make blurry pictures. They were just born yesterday. With all the other things that the farmer has had going, he never even realized his coon dog was in heat until he saw the neighbor’s male coon dog hanging around. He got lucky and so did we, in a way, because they just so happen to be purebred Walker puppies. They are so cute, too. I can’t wait for them to get a little older so Peanut can play with them. (Apparently, you can’t fix coon dogs or you run the risk of taking away their desire to hunt. This is yet one more thing I’ve learned since I came to the farm. The farmer usually locks her in the trailer when she’s in the puppy-making way so things like this don’t happen.)

Look at this adorable lil’ thing!

These are new additions that never come as surprises.

The Dairy Maid

Copyright. Breauna Krider. 10/6/11