It was Sunday and we worked with cows. Holy Cow!
Yes, I’m here all week! Tip your waitress!
Is this thing on?
I’ll be honest. I’m not out at the farm every day. What I’m saying is, I’m unreliable help. But on Sunday afternoon the kids and I ran out to tag along. We fed our mama cows who are due to calve in a few weeks. They eat in the bunk and then mosey back out to the field to frolic and play.
Or maybe just graze and chew their cud. They are really pregnant. I remember being really pregnant. There was no frolicking happening.
We also fed some bred cows in another field and doctored a sick one. Poor thing. I am so grateful we have the resources to help our animals when they are sick.
The temperature was in the 50s and calmer. The wind has been howling so it was nice for a bit of a break. Especially since it snowed and dropped to subzero temps this week. Who let winter back in? I want a name.
So we soaked up the nice weather while it lasted. The kids played on the ground corn pile and I’ll leave you with this sage advice from Ella.
“Don’t get corn in your underwear.”
You’re welcome.
Liz
Isaiah 6:3
3 They were calling out to each other, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Heaven’s Armies! The whole earth is filled with his glory!”
The Farm Paparazzi 
So you’re saying that when your cows are pregnant, they are also frolickly challenged?! Loved the blog…keep it up!!
Exactly! Very much so. 🙂 Thanks! I’m having fun!
I am so happy to see you back on “thefarmpaparzzi”will look forward to seeing you.
Thanks Gladys!
I enjoy your blog, thanks for starting it again. Blessings to you, Roxie
Means a lot! Thanks!