Who knows whose nose grows through the rows?
Not I said the sheep.
Have a wonderful Wednesday folks.
There is no telling
a meeting of the minds
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.
Jim and Charlie and Charlie and Jimmy
Yesterday, Jim and Charlie hitched up Charlie and Jimmy to plant corn using the old 1930s era IH seeder. Farm tractors did not become common until after the Second World War and this would have been a common sight until the late 1940s. Trivia behind us, yesterday was a perfect day to be outside in the sunshine. The sky was full of big puffy clouds and there was a cool breeze. And of course, with Charlie around (the man, not the horse), there were plenty of jokes to keep us entertained.
The Charlies and Jims were planting butcher blood corn. I included a picture of the seed so that you can see how beautiful it is.
Every so often, Charlie and Noland would check the seed to ensure the old machine was working as it should. Old machines need constant watching and adjustment.
I know that you are wondering about the horses’ names. Legend has it (we only have the word of Jim and Charlie), they were visiting an Amish farmer while looking for a new pair of draft horses. When the farmer mentioned the horses were named Charlie and Jimmy, they bought them on the spot. I think it is just as likely that the two jokesters named the horses on the way home. You never know with those two.
Have a great day.
Gators!
Woollies
The cold has already begun. Last weekend, we had sleet. The sudden onset chill has me wishing that I had the hide of a sheep. This much I know: having wool on my head would be better than my big bald spot. Oh how I dream of having a bad hair day.
Kit or Kate?
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| Kit |
Kit or Kate. I am not quite sure which is which. One is darker than the other and I can never quite remember if Kit is the darker or the lighter of the siblings.
What I do know is that they are both well behaved mules. Fine mules. Big mules. Much bigger than old Jack, the ancient mule that passed away last year.
Whether Kit or Kate, we had a nice long conversation. I babbled on while she just looked at me, occasionally blinking. She didn't seem to mind having the company. I enjoyed my end of the talk. Animals are calming, especially Kit or Kate. Who ever you are.
a pair of cows beats a full house
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| A pair of cows beats a full house |
You never know what you will take home after a day of shooting. I certainly didn’t expect to discover that this photo of two cows would be my favorite shout from yesterday’s outing. Life is good when there are nice surprises like this one.
Have a wonderful Sunday folks. Rest before next week kicks in.
the morning herd
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| Morning Heard |
I came across this herd as I rode around Saturday morning, hoping that the sun would come out. Alas, the clouds and overcast skies held sway until mid afternoon, too late for any good landscape photos.
I watched the cows eating and wandering the field as the farmer drove his truck around and unloaded bails of hay. To my surprise, t he cows pretty much ignored the farmer’s offering, instead continuing to east the winter grass. What do I know about being a cow? I thought they would run for the hay. I know nothing about being a cow.
bath time
I always wonder about cats and their bathing habits. One can be walking along and suddenly, they fall to the ground and start licking away as though the planets had suddenly aligned into their perfect bathing position. Drop whatever you are doing, it’s time to wash up. Just as suddenly, they can stand up and resume their walk, satisfied that they got that one spot perfectly clean.
I have other wonders about cats. However, they can keep for another day. Do you have a cat? What kind of cat behavior do you wonder about?
piglet pile
It’s been a while since we had any pictures of pigs and piglets. Here is a picture of the latest group… Just to prevent you from going into withdrawal.
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