Although colder temps still linger, the snow has melted and daylight hours bring a modicum of warmth. The wind still has a decided bite but, dare I hope, spring creeps ever so diligently closer…day by day, and, as of today, spring is ten TEN days away…be still my heart! Due to illness, this last week has been spent doing the basics and not much more. It seems all that spare time available since Carly, Harry and Sophie died, wasn’t going to be spent doing fun stuff. Oh No! It was spent taking antibiotics and Sambucol, drinking copious amounts of water, eating (somewhat) healthfully and sleeping. At least sleeping during the night; I’m one of those people who find it difficult to sleep during the day but I can crank out eight to ten hours a night, depending upon exhaustion level. Even so, it would be boorish of me to complain about being sick as the last time I was ill was Dec 2010 and, even this time, it wasn’t dreadful. Just enough to make my wagon drag and suck energy like Al Gore’s house.
Water troughs still have ice but one sunny, warmish day the dogs and I opened gates for Daddy John. He was feeding silage and having a gate opener decreases both the amount of work, energy needed and speeds up the job.
John uses one tractor to load silage into a loader which will disperse the amount he wants to each individual cow herd.
I’m standing beside the open gate, watching as the cows watch the tractor. It doesn’t take long for the animals to associate the tractor sound with food! If I remember correctly, he put about 6,000 pounds of silage on the ground for these cattle then we moved to the adjacent pasture.
After John finished feeding, I closed the gate and went down the road to take pictures of the new lambs.