While feeding hay to our old cows on Saturday, I saw a new calf. Its mother was licking it clean. It had not even stood up yet. When it finally stood up, it was snow white with a few black speckles - a very pretty little calf. On Monday the momma cow started having some problems. After two visits by the Vet to try and revive her, the Momma died. Now I have a bottle baby which means going out early in the morning to give the calf a bottle and again in the afternoon.
The calf turned out to be a heifer. She is quite large actually and very pushy. From the beginning she has not had any problem with taking a bottle. In fact, she sucks her bottle down and then pushes me around wanting more. While this is amusing now, when she gets bigger, it could be trouble. In the meantime, I just enjoy the mornings with the sun just coming up, springtime in the air, milk slobber dripping down my jeans, and being butted by a greedy little heifer. It is difficult not to get attached to a bottle baby. I have to keep in mind that no matter how cute she is right now, someday she will be a huge cow, and someday dinner on someone's table. Such is life on a farm.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
computer illiterate blogger
Who actually reads blogs? Who really knows how to find blogs? Are some blogs better than others? I have so many questions, but I finally decided to just jump in with both hands on the key board. This is all just a trial run - an attempt to keep up with new technology and new fads. Maybe it will be a place to voice my opinion as if someone out there cares.
Years ago I attempted to chat in a chat room with folks that I thought would be "like me". It turned out to be a big mistake. While chatting with a woman, I mearly mentioned my opinion on a certain series of books. Then, if it is possible on a computer, she attacked me. Others joined in that were not even chatting with us. Chat police joined in to question me. The screen rolled by so fast, I could not keep up with what everyone was saying. With much patience I answered questions and supported my beliefs until there was only one person left in the chat room with me. It was the only chatter who had supported me. He wanted to question me further, but I was horrified by the whole process. I got out of the chat room and never went back.
Hopefully, blogging will turn out to be a better experience.
Years ago I attempted to chat in a chat room with folks that I thought would be "like me". It turned out to be a big mistake. While chatting with a woman, I mearly mentioned my opinion on a certain series of books. Then, if it is possible on a computer, she attacked me. Others joined in that were not even chatting with us. Chat police joined in to question me. The screen rolled by so fast, I could not keep up with what everyone was saying. With much patience I answered questions and supported my beliefs until there was only one person left in the chat room with me. It was the only chatter who had supported me. He wanted to question me further, but I was horrified by the whole process. I got out of the chat room and never went back.
Hopefully, blogging will turn out to be a better experience.
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