Day 118: State Fair


Yeehaw! Tickets to the state fair!
Kit and I went yesterday to the fair and enjoyed it heartily with one exception.
Kit was sorely disappointed that the cattle were transitioning and he wasn’t allowed in the west wing. Since we raise cattle he loves too see all the show cows and bulls.
He was somewhat placated by the Boer goats and was kind enthused by the apiary displays.

I have to admit the honeycomb and pale yellow to deep brown jars of honey were very beautiful.

I surprised myself when I enjoyed some of the 4-H displays. There were tons of handicrafts, photography and some plants/insects.
The embroidery entries were pittifully small. I wish to teach all the 4-H kids embroidery! And to stitch things that aren’t just lame vintage patterns. Stitch what you like not just what you can find in a store bargin bin.

The embroidery pieces in the adult competitions were not much more impressive. There was a huge section of counted cross stitch. Poo-poo.
There was some cool woodwork and leather work but not as much as I remember.
The ugly lamp contest was neat. None of the ones I liked were winners but all the same the judges may have been looking for something else.

The counties were a breeze of “How y’all doin’ ” salutations and signing up for gift baskets we won’t win. However I did run into this really sweet couple who must have been interpreters or just really loved their area. I asked why their county brochure said “babies” on it and found out Leslie county has a long history of midwifery and educating ladies to become midwives. Makes me want to visit their town and school.

More to come as I have more pictures to share from my state fair adventures.

Day Eighty-Three: 2nd Calf of Spring


This was taken less than 15 minutes after this little calf was born. O’Hara is the mama and we’re not sure yet how she will be. O’Hara was a bit spooked by Kit because she was having her calf right when he was putting out a roll of hay. The heifer calf has promise because she was squalling and standing up (shakily).

Although her mama seemed nervous with us so close by she was cleaning off the calf and we’re confident that as soon as we cleared out she would let the calf begin nursing.

The actual birthday of this calf was April 23rd–Around 7:30AM.
You can really tell that little calf is O’Hara daughter by the way her mask is placed just so. She’ll likely always be small like her mother which means not an ideal beef cow.

By the time I return from my trip she’ll be running around like mad with her older sister (daughter of She-Daisy).
Now we have two calves that needs names!

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-Three: Here Comes the Rain Again

falling on my head like a memory

Cows are ridiculous creatures. Yes, they’re tasty to nom on, but being a beef cattle farmer is just tedious. Or at least to me it is because I have a million other things to care for. The winter weather (or seasons where grass doesn’t grow) quadruples the work load.

Granted, my cows look super pimp because my herd is made up of Texas Longhorns. But they’re still just 24 hour eating machines. I had no idea how little cattle slept and how constant their eating habits were until I moved onto this farm.

I have named most of last springs heifer calves now though. O’Hara is the red (naturally), then there is Viola, the little black calf with a white splotch on her face and nubby horns. I named her Viola because when she would romp and play with the others it looked like she was mounting her companions. For those of you that still don’t get it….12th Night’s heroine was named Viola and she dressed up as a man for the majority of the play.

I named the older calf, Pepper (a long while back), she’s the daughter of Sprite so it seemed fitting…In my head.
We sell any bulls we get to the market, but we still have two big’ins in the field. I named them Steak and Shake.

Oh yeah…that picture above. I took this on my walk back from the cow field. It started to pour down rain and my traveling companion (in the form of a mewling, adventurous farm cat) bailed on me to take shelter from the rain.

I might have to add a picture of the unnamed black heifer pretty soon. I will have to start a poll going on what to name her. I was informed that I am not allowed to name her after a food. Suggestions?