After supper this evening, Annie and I went for a walk around the family farm to take some pictures to share with you.
We ventured across the street and down the drive and first checked on the neighbor’s cows.
We then moved on to see how the soybeans were doing,
and checked out the new doors on the fertilizer storage building.
Then Annie dog and I took a stroll down the lane between two of the fields.
I got a picture of the farm from the back…
while Miss Annie plopped her butt down and took a break.
Though some days I rant and rave and complain about having twice as much work as I have time,
today was good.
I was a bit shocked when I looked at the calendar and realized that we’re only a couple of days away from June…and a little more than a month away from our county fair.
And that made me very, very sad, because that means it’s almost time for the boys in the barn to leave us.
There are currently five steers in our barn. The black and white-faced steer, a.k.a. DQ, is the boy’s show steer. Two others will be auctioned off at the fair as carcasses, and the remaining two will fill our family’s freezers.
Our 4-Her has been working with his three almost every day, and I have to say that they (the boy and the steers) look good.
Here are what the boys looked like yesterday:
Though some people may not be happy about how this story will end (including me), I can promise you that while we have our animals, we take the best care of them that we can.
Most farmers will tell you exactly the same thing.
The 2012 planting season (or #plant12, if you’re on Twitter) has officially started at our family farm…and the minor catastrophes that seem to go with it.
Here the guys are discussing what’s not working right on the field finisher:
And here’s dirty Farmer D after dealing with whatever today’s breakdown was:
Thank goodness the corn in the garden is looking good:
(And Farmer D’s
amazing humble wife planted the garden all by herself.)
It’s Monday, and I’m sure making up for taking some time to relax over the weekend.
While the guys are hauling soybeans and fixing a faulty stirring system on one of the grain bins, I’ve been shopping for paint and decor to redo the spare bedroom…just in case the soon-to-be-here grandbaby will be spending any time with us.
Weekends are usually just as crazy busy, or even more so, than the rest of the week, but the past two days, we got lucky.
After work on Saturday, the family headed down to the church for a benefit dinner and Chinese auction. (We won a tote bag and two baskets of assorted foodstuffs). Afterward, Farmer D suggested we air our brains out for a bit.
Translation: Get on the motorcycyle, lady, and ride, ride, ride.
After church on Sunday and dinner at the in-laws, D decided to snuggle up in the recliner while Miss Annie and I took a walk.
We didn’t have to go far: there’s a lane behind the farm and between two fields that goes all the way back to the woods. It’s perfect for a leisurely stroll.
Except when some idiot tries to walk in rubber shoes.
So, since the grass was short and the ground was
soggy soft, Annie and I both decided to walk naked.
I shed my shoes…and Annie didn’t wear a thing.
She can get away with it because…she’s the dog.
(And I might be just a tiny bit jealous.)