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Fern(Mi)    Posted 05-18-2004 at 17:10:18       [Reply]  [No Email]

Waking late, breaking fast early, one more cup coffee. Into the first half the chores the 996 calf so eager to see me now we passed on the express-way. Whoa, backing up we soon had it together. Cats fed, Bullet grained. Coffee time two more cups and I was on the road. Two elevators a load loaded and weighted; I‘m home again spotting the last shelled corn. One more coffee, I head for the second half of the chores. While not exactly feeling in the pink I hitch to a loaded wagon in need of emptying. At the other end of the road, for the first time, I saw the upside-down-backward calf on his feet. While we knew he was managing to suckle his mother, I never saw him on his feet. I had to take a picture.
Good job between trotting to the house, and dodging rain drops. It seems lunch time got here before me. My how time flies when we are having fun. Frieda’s ready for me before I am her. But eating is eating, and should she be my little “Red Hen” I’m always ready to help. He-he-he.
Relaxing to the rhythm of the rain, I try writing again, only to become lost in an unsolicited headache. Read some posts and threads seeing I had been mentioned. Darn if I don’t think I have been snuck up-on. I would have Ruben protect my rear, only his rear would most likely be backed along right next to mine-own. No place to strike a match for sure. Glad I had quit smoking. And I add, he looks ridiculous walking backwards ever since somebody showed him how, reining his reverse. Getting back to Ruben’s behind, it is no place to be in front of or behind, no matter from where one’s looking at it. That explosive foul smelling gas he emits, when one’s defenses are down regardless the direction of wind.

Alias    Posted 05-18-2004 at 17:30:57       [Reply]  [No Email]
Now Fern, do you see what I mean. My morning was nothing at all like yours. I worked and sweated and drank water and sweated and drank some more. My shirt was wet when Nancy came out and asked if I'd remembered to take my lasix. Of course, I said no. Cause, with the heat and humidity I didn't think I'd need any help in wasteing fluids. While you were wrestling with baby calves and a bottle, I was hoeing my corn which is about 6-7 inches tall. And, there ain't a danged thing adventuresome about that........gfp

Fern(Mi)    Posted 05-18-2004 at 17:34:32       [Reply]  [No Email]
Wait until July gets here. I'll join ya for a nap in your corn and we'll listen to it grow together. I'll even spring for our hearing aid batteries. lol

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