Day Fifty-Seven: Calm After the Storm

good day for muck boots and insulated bib

Ed.: Apparently, I can’t count. Please forgive. This is 365 blog number Fifty-Seven.

Waterlogged yard after the big storm Thursday night. I beat the storm home and had just snuggled down into my blankets when it really started hitting hard.

The lightning was pretty awesome…Until it knocked out the power and I lost my darling Internetz. It was so wonderfully peaceful without the electricity though. There were no security lights, night lights, humming of the refrigerator. It was very, very dark.

After the storm hit the electricity it kept on moving North and it got quiet. Very light sprinkling rain. I slept so soundly that I awoke with a start (and a snort) when my phone rang the next morning at 9AM.

The storm was wonderful, however the cold front that came along with it was not as welcome on my part. Thankfully my bibs cut a lot of the nasty cold.

Day Fifty-Six: Calf by Any Other Name

calf in her "wussup" pose

Okay, so in my blog several days ago I talked about naming of some of last year’s calves. My description of this unnamed heifer was a bit off. Viola has no white on her and she has little horns. The unnamed calf (pictured) has a white splash under her chin, none on her face and no horns.

She is curiously whuffling me and hoping that I will be feeding some treat or perhaps that if I stand still long enough I will become a nibble worthy treat. Her sisters, O’Hara and Viola are just as curious and wanting to play.

I’m taking suggestions for names. Names such as, blackie, spots, patches, mooby and others similar will be rejected.
She is the daughter of She-Daisy (all black longhorn) and her uncle (either Steak or Shake). By the way, that is another reason for wanting to get Steak n’ Shake to the market. In-breeding is baaad and the longhorn blood is being watered down by other breeds, hence the loss of horns or stubby horns in the most recent calves.

Here are baby pictures of O’hara and Pepper, just for fun!

Baby O'hara, with blond eyelashes

Her eyelashes still freak me out a bit. She is a descendant from Pontchartrain if cow bloodlines mean anything to you. He was a bull as long as a train.

Baby Pepper with mother Sprite

Since she has grown older all her red spots have turned deeeeeep red or almost black. She also has stubby horns. Haha, look how awkward she is in this picture.

Day Fifty-Five: Rainbows

arching over my farm

This is a little hard to see taken from my cell phone, but still pretty. I was trudging along, looking at the ground, carrying the skunk shovel and then I glanced up and gasped!

Within minutes this huge arch disappeared, but it was glorious while it lasted. The rain had just stopped long enough and the sun peaked out from the clouds to smile on my farm.

Chin up, not everything is a skunky situation.