Only so many words

Sam, our escape artist, helped me feed the cows before the sun was up

Murial and Courage eating the hay that Sam pulled down for them.

Can you spot Winston's budding horn?


Jack is starting to look less like a kid, and more like a billy.

I had a hard tie getting pictures yesterday. I decided to slowly turn the camera around and show you what I have to deal with,

Wah wah wah wah

The garden is not quite put to rest. Yes, we have had freezing temperatures, but I still have peanuts to dig up. As soon as it stops raining, I will get on that.

I will try to get some photos taken today. Winston's horns are coming in nicely. Winona is filling out nicely. And Undies is getting close to butcher. I just hope he can get everyone pregnant before then. I have yet to see him try to mount Murial. He is so much shorter than she is, and I keep asking husband if he'll reach. Of course the guy answer is a lurid, oh yeah. ha! I just keep reminding myself of my dog, Satan, a very large chow. She would lay down for the neighbors wiener dog, and she managed to get knocked up. Those were some cool looking puppies.

I think Good Neighbor is upset with us. Ever since I told him that it wa settled and the horse neighbor would be buying our property, he hasn't been around. It's hard losing good neighbors. When one of our neighbor's died, and then the family moved, it was difficult for our family. The new people are not social at all, and we still don't know them very well. But this isn't like good neighbor will have to make new friends, he knows the horse neighbor. Good neighbor says he will be moving down south, where he has some acreage, once we leave. We still plan on staying in contact. I should go talk with him today, just to be neighborly if nothing else.

I still have about 30 lbs of tomatoes to process. The garden did rather well this year. I lost track over on the side bar, but I still have dried beans, corn and pumpkins to weight as well.

Hay of any kind has been difficult to find. Our hay guy wants $50 more now than what we were paying last year It isn't like we had a drought. It has been a great year for the stuff. But finding it has been a challenge. We were informed that a lot of it was sent to Texas. This has been causing a major issue for us, and other small hobbyists that can't afford to buy more than 1 or 2 bales at a time. One of husband's customers just happens to know a couple of people. He showed up here yesterday with a truck bed full of small square prairie hay bales. He and I threw them in the pouring rain. He told me that this round was on him, and that he was going to talk to another friend of his and see if we can get a hook up on his stuff.

Other than that it has been pretty mundane around here. Oh, the cats. . . do you remember playing that game as a kid, the one were the floor was hot lava (you have to say the word hot, or you ruin the game!) or water, and you couldn't touch it so you jumped from furniture to furniture? Well, the cats have picked up on that game. For some reason they have decided that they can not touch the floor. It gets annoying because you will be sitting on the chair, and cats will be jumping on your lap, scrambling on your chest and jumping from your shoulder. It's the claws coming out that really get ya.

Some day we will take the body parts, and place them on the wall

Guess what I'm listening to this morning.

My dear dear Meadowlark, asked me once if I ever felt like a hypocrite. At the time I said no (and no, I never took offense to the question). But now, well, over the past year it feels as though everything I touch turns to bull dung.

How bad can one gal feel? The other night I watched the local weather, and it said that the overnight low was to be 51F. But when I woke in the morning, it was 35F. All but two of those wonderful horses that Hooter brought us, were dead. I haven't told him yet. I feel more then just a little awful that I didn't have a heat lamp out. But it wasn't suppose to get so cold.

Our hay man's wife died earlier this week. She wasn't yet 50, and died from liver failure. She was an alcoholic. She has a son the same age as Large, and a 16 year old.

Hooter works for the same company that husband was laid off from, he has been on furlough for the last 2 months. The company said it would only be 1 month, and now Hooter says that they might now go back to work until Feb. This isn't good. Hooter will not be able to afford his home much longer. But all this brings me to a mechanic that works at the same company. Husband and him have been friends for almost 10 years. Husband got this friend his job at the company. But the phone call came last night, he is down to 4 day work days, and the credit for the company has dried up. They can't even keep oil in stock. But there is a backer for this mechanic and my husband. They will be opening their own shop, while both still have their current jobs, that will be open only on Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays, the days they don't work. There should be plenty of business, as older, fully paid for bikes are on the rise, and good mechanics are getting harder to find. I will stay far away from this so that it doesn't fall apart.

It Must be so

To my cattle customers,

I regret that it has come to this, but we have decided that we can no longer be in this business, at least for this time. The problems that I have told each of you about, has not rectified itself. I do apologize and hope that this isn't a burden to anyone. Hopefully once we have moved we will be able to offer our services once again.

Thank you for understanding.

To my other customers (non cow related) this does not affect your orders or future orders.