It’s been a while since we last checked in on Lilly and Myrtle, so I stopped at the farm on Friday and visited them for a few minutes. They are both doing fine.
Myrtle is growing quickly and is now taller than the grass in the pasture. Still, she has plenty of young kid in her. When given the chance, she bolts and runs huge circles through the tall grass, though never too far from Lilly.
Have a great day folks.
The name is Dapper. Instead of a snippet of a story from me today. I'm issuing you a challenge to come up with one of your own.
What can you say about Dapper?
My parents have an enchanted back yard. Every couple of nights, the deer show up for a meal during the late evening. How cool is that?
Have a great evening folks.
Who knows whose nose grows through the rows?
Not I said the sheep.
Have a wonderful Wednesday folks.
Sometimes you have to get your heads together and solve your problems. Like, did you eat my share of the oats? You know I wasn’t finished, I was just getting a drink of water.
Sometimes you just feel like seeing a picture of chickens.
With Myrtle still nursing, her mom, Lilly has plenty of milk. The farmers milk Lilly twice a day and the house makes butter and cheese. Nothing wrong with old school ways when they turn out delicious!
Have a great day folks.
Myrtle really has only a single dream…to be tall. Certainly to be taller than the grass. Just think what it would be like to look around and see the world that surrounds you. Right now, Myrtle can only see the green stalks of grass, the bugs that live on the grass, and an occasional mouse. If she strains her neck and looks up, she can see the sky with it's clouds and occasional bird.
Myrtle wants more. She wants to be able to see what ever it is that she can hear. Loud noises come from beyond the grass. What could make sounds that loud?
How tall would she need to be? Tall as the tree tops that tease her over the grass? Maybe the trees are just bigger grass? Could there be some other bigger cow looking down at her like she is a mouse in the grass. Myrtle involuntarily looked up at the thought of a giant cow. She didn't want to be stepped on.
To be tall…that is all that Myrtle wants. It's taking forever. She's already three weeks old and still not tall.
Myrtle dreams of being tall. That's all she can do for now.
Dream.
About a week ago Kristina, my sister-in-law, and I went to the zoo in Columbus, OH. While there, we discovered this happy gal sunning in her favorite spot. You can tell that she doesn't have a care in the world. She reminds me of any of our own house cats. In the afternoon, you can find them in various sunny spots throughout the house.
Betty prefers the back of an over stuffed chair that's strategically located under a skylight. Cooper prefers the bay window in the den. Jackie, the odd man of the group, will sleep wherever he was standing when he decided he was tired. Sabi has staked out a window in one of the bedrooms and Oona likes the window in the laundry room. Riley is not allowed in the house, but likes the bench by the front door.
Me? I'm like a vampire. I like sleeping on the couch or my own bed. Neither one gets any sunshine and I am just fine with that.
Grab yourself some sunshine (or not) and have a great day.
For those of you that don't have a farm in your background, I know you have a burning question in your minds. I know because I wondered the same thing. They feel like giant, solid, fuzzy boobs.
That answer your question?
Here is a bonus picture of the new calf, Myrtle. She is a adorable and only three weeks old.
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