David seperated our bull, Ep, from the cows a couple of months ago. The idea was to keep him away from all of our lovely ladies so we could have some “control” over calving season.
One day last week, the cows decided they had enough of that nonsense and they breached the corral.
Ep is now roaming wild and free. He is enjoying getting reaquainted with all of his lady friends. And now we will probably have calves in December. Which is less than ideal.
Mildred’s calf is odd.
I find him sleeping like this all the time:
So he makes me think he is dead, and I go to try and assist, and then he runs away from me. So far, every time I think he is dead, he is really alive. So that’s good.
Hadley turned 17. So that’s weird.
Let us take a walk down memory lane.
Hadley, age 4.
Hadley (black shirt) and Kate running away from David. He had caught a fish.
Hadley’s first day of kindergarten.
Hadley, age 6, with her birthday buddy cousin back in 2010.
And the birthday cousins last month:
When looking through photos, I found these three fun ones of Hadley and her Uncle Jason.
Remember Jason?
He is a good uncle.
And, so, she is 17. Just like that.
She is kind, helpful, and tons of fun. We’ll keep her.
Speaking of cute girls we want to keep . . .
Hazel is all hot stuff now and spends most of the day in the main cow pen. I still baby her by putting her in the warm and cozy chicken coop at night with a heatlamp.
She enjoys eating and sucking on my pants. She greatly dislikes when her bottle is empty.
So, so cute.