Do you remember the blessed bovine? If you don't know what I'm talking about, click on the Blessed Bovine label over there on the right to read the whole story. Fair warning, it is a long one.
Here she is with her new calf, a boy named Pickles.
Remember her calf born in a blinding snowstorm last year? Here she is, a healthy young heifer.
I can't believe how much she has grown.
The neighbor came over yesterday, and we strung another temporary fence on the north side of the driveway, and moved the horses over there to mow. I will need to go in and mow down the weeds and stuff the horses wouldn't eat, but it is way less than I would have had to mow.
I like this organic mowing deal!
1 comment:
Sweet face. Too bad they are so terribly stupid. My Mum grew up on a dairy farm and her stories have always entertained me. And, the organic mowing? I wish. It's such a waste to mow grass that could be eaten.
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