No Lawn Mower

What happens when you don't go out to your house for approximately 3 months, 23 days, and 14 hours and during that time it rains approximately 12 inches...?

That mustard weed near the bush is, oh, about 5.5 to 6 feet tall.

What a treat!

I just love having something else added to the "to-do" list.

Anyone have any goats I could borrow?

I should put goats on the Christmas list!

Anyone want some feta cheese?

Love,
Rob

Baby Cow. Also known as a "Calf"

FYI: I'm catching up on old blogs, and by "old" I mean "OLD".

At church one day early this spring, my brother-in-law, Cortney, informed me that there was a calf in his truck.

And by "calf" I mean, yes, "calf". In his truck. Where calves belong, right?

What's that?

Oh, you don't put calves in your truck?

Huh. Weird.

He'd gone out early that morning to check on the heifers (Mamma cows having their first babies). He came across a little dude who's mamma wasn't quite getting the hang of feeding, or maybe the little dude wasn't quite getting the hang of eating.

Anyway, it was very cold that day and if those baby cows don't get straight to eatin' they don't stand a very good chance in the cold weather. So Cortney loaded him up in the pick-up to warm up, realized it would take awhile, and headed into town.

After church he brought him to our house to warm up and dry off.

The question I have is, "What more could you ask for?" A baby cow in your living room on Sunday after church.

It was obvious that his name should be Sunday.

He hadn't eaten yet, but his sucking instincts were very much intact! Funny how that works...

He was pretty curious. As all good animals should be. Wait, what...?

But he was getting so sleepy...

So, so sleepy

Aaaannnddd, He's back!!

He and Miss Kaity-Bear weren't too sure about eachother.

"Are you my mother?"

"No I am not your mother, I am a dog."

 Anyone else read that book? No? Okay...

So about the time he started bawling around for some milk, Cortney took him back out to the ranch. I asked to feed him and keep him for a pet. Casey wouldn't let me feed him because he said his mom had better milk than our pasturized cow's milk. Go figure.

He also informed me that steers do not make good pets.

One day, I hope to prove him wrong.

See ya, Sunday!!

This Little Man

From what I hear, he was upset that I didn't have any pictures of him when I featured his sisters on the last blog. So the next time he came over, he was sure to remind me I remembered to snap some shots of him too...

I met this little dude about 3 years ago. He came into church and sat in front of me. He wanted to look at me, but every time I would flash him a smile, he would look away very shyly. Once he finally let me hold him, he was quite the cuddle bug. Since then, he and his sisters will come and stay with us periodically. We LOVE them.

He is all boy. Jumps off the couch head first, runs around with his shirt off, and asks me "Why is Casey so cool?".  Also, quite the poser:

And like all boys, has troubles keeping his fingers out of his sister's picture.

He is the greatest. I pray all the best for him. Purpose, life, love and joy.

Also, I miss him. He hasn't been over for awhile.

These girls...

I

LOVE

These

Girls!

 I mean, seriously...

What a little drop of sunshine!

And so beautiful!

And the laughs...

Oh. My. Goodness!

I. Miss. Them.

Who's dog IS this!?!

So the other morning we were headed out to the house--extra early by my standards--not my husband's. We drove by some cows and I told my hubby to let me out, I wanted to take some pics. Not thinking clearly, I invited Kaity out, too. So I start snapping away. 

(these shots are sooc--anyone want to get me photoshop for Valentine's Day?)

Doesn't she look tasty!? Just kidding! I totally try not to think of them that way...ever.

 

Aww this poor little girl. She got beat up by the other horses when she came to the ranch. They ran her through a fence. Horses are actually have a very strong caste system and this girl was at the bottom of the ranks for about 2 days until we (I use the term "we" very losely--it was my FIL) moved her in with the new baby horses. On her chest right above her leg is a huge gash...can barely just see it on here--but it was HUGE three months ago. She's really thriving now--actually at the top of the herd this time.

"Umm, lady, what that black thing behind you?"

Oh, this was the dead coyote on the fence--the fence I was using for a tripod.
This is all normal they assure me.

Betsy, you are so cute! Or just dumbfounded....I never really know what that look means.

They were really sticking around for some good shots, but I think it was just curiosity. Because the entire time I was shouting around at THIS:

 

Oh, she was having the Time Of Her Life!

I, on the other hand, was so frustrated!! But evertime I tried to chase her down, she gained confidence (because then the cows were actually moving away from her) so she just kept running! She is such a little turkey.

 

I have no idea who's dog this is or where she came from.

I mean look at the little punk, this picture caught her mid-bark!

What a terrorist!

(She's usually such a good listener, too--I mean, from what I hear. She just gets in THE Zone out there by the cows. My husband assures me this is a habit that must be broken yesterday.)

 

But if she wasn't there--I don't know if these horses would have given me the time of day. So maybe, maybe she was my best asset out there.

 

And these ladies seemed to think she was pretty interesting, too.

And I think I kinda like her too...

And this is why...

I think I might be looking for a 'fake' tree next Christmas. Or maybe I can just put lights on my rubber plant or something.