The Cows are Home!
Fences inspected and repaired. Check
Calves weaned. Check
Time to haul the cows home from the ranch where they spent the winter dining on scrumptious silage and hay smorgasbord. Two days, seven trips later and the ladies are either in our pasture or those we rent from neighbors. They declined my request for “welcome home” photos.
“Good grief, woman! Our calves were just weaned and we’re into our second trimester with the ones we’re carrying. We’re not looking our best. Give us a few weeks to fill out and acquire that ‘blooming glow of pregnancy!’”
Apparently, we raise vain cows!
Turkey Strut
I grabbed the binoculars for a closer voyeuristic look at the turkey dating ritual. Remember in my book chapter, “Bovine Dating and Mating Habits,” how I described our voyeurism during breeding season of cattle. The two testosterone toms were doing slow turns from side to side, like body builders vying for the title of “Mr. Beefcake America.”
The hens were milling around in a group, taking in the show. Suddenly, they about-faced and headed for the timber. The toms deflated their plumage and followed. Hmmm!
The binoculars weren’t powerful enough for me to see into the timber, ending my turkey voyeurism episode.
Just Passing Through!
Treasures!
Later, on another walk, I found this vacated mobile home. Assumed the former resident snail was deceased.
Some treasures, like these wild violets (on the left), grow in our yard. I love these and eagerly look forward to their appearance each year. I also love lilacs!