Sampson

Hi folks, Jon here. I'm a little nervous; this is my first ever blog post. It's okay, you don't have to cheer so much; I'm not about to break my arm patting myself on the back, either. Mark's been bugging me to post something, anything! So it's my turn, and if this goes well I will probably do it again sometime.
Anyway, enough of that. Let me tell you about someone very close to me. In fact, he's sitting on my lap right now.
Meet Sampson. A.K.A. The Black Death, Shadow Stalker, Thief in the Night, Destroyer of Rodents, Lord of the Top Shelf.

The bathroom sink is one of his favorite places to sleep; it's like his own personal little tub. This animal really looks like a cat, but half the time he acts like a dog. He loves to be outside, and when he isn't massacring rodents, he is equally at home wandering among the cows or chilling with the chickens. It's a good thing the chickens are about the same size as he is, otherwise he might try to eat them more often.

Six Years Hard Time...

Jill gave these boots to me for Christmas when we were newlyweds six years ago. It was a really huge sacrifice. At the time we were both in college and starving financially. I was working outdoors in construction, and it was winter time. I had a pair of really cheap work boots that were not waterproof, and aside from being very uncomfortable they really just thrashed my feet. Sometimes I would come in from work and the soles of my feet would be covered in blisters. It wasn't because the boots weren't broken in, I had been wearing them for months. They were just poorly made. The new boots made all the difference in the world. It really touched me to be the recipient of her selfless sacrifice.

The old timers have a saying..."use it up, wear it out, make do, or do without". The time has finally come to retire my beloved boots. Jill and I have talked about it a little bit, and it is somewhat sad for both of us, but I guess they're just boots aren't they? It is kind of funny how an inanimate object can resurrect old bits and pieces of your life. Dust off the memory bank, so to speak.

So long boots.

R.I.P.

Merry Christmas!!!

Multiple choice quiz...

Choose the answer that best completes the sentence.

The cow shown below in PHOTO 1.1

a.) is just feeling really festive.

b.) is trying to cover up a bad hair day.

c.) is succumbing to fashion peer pressure.

d.) really has no idea what is going on.

e.) actually does know what is going on, but just happens to have a really good sense of humor.

PHOTO 1.1

Sweet Heart

No... really, that's her name, and the shoe fits. She is really sweet and gentle. We are actually just babysitting her for some friends for awhile. Cow-Sitting??? She is kind of a pet, I think she enjoys the extra attention. Isn't she beautiful?

Starbuck

She wasn't really expecting a photo shoot, so we caught her at her worst. Burdocks in her bangs...cowlicked hair... mud on her dainty little hooves. Oh well, you can see by the second photo that she still managed to strut her stuff. When she was born, I thought she was going to be a good cow someday. She is tall and long, with a good build on her frame. She has a gentle disposition. Really, she has got it all going for her right now. Someday she could be the "Boss Cow". Just in case you didn't know it, cattle have a matriarchal society. It is actually the most dominate cow that calls all the shots in the herd. The bull is just along for the ride, contrary to what most people think.

Starbuck 2 years old

She's totally posing...

Any day now...

The new calves are going to start coming any day now. After the first one comes, it is kind of like when you're making popcorn the old fashioned way on the stove...pop...pop........pop...POP!!!POP!!!POP!!! Somedays there are two or three new little ones there. It is really funny to see how quickly the new calves form their own little pint-sized herd. They are like a bunch of grade schoolers, the way they run around, and what with all the mischief they raise. They are very curious, but at the same time very flighty. If you hold really still they will come and sniff and lick you. We turned the bull in with the cows back at the end of March. The gestation on a cow is pretty close to that of a woman. (283 days or so...) Interesting... I know...

Here is a picture of a calf that was born in early 2009. We call her Starbuck. I will take her picture tomorrow, so that you can see what she looks like now. She is beautiful, and was one of five heifers that we kept for breeding.

Starbuck

Cows at Work

Yesterday was really beautiful and sunny. I was able to snap a few shots of the cows in action during their breakfast. It was nice to see the sun after so much rain.

Briars

Cows Munching

Moo....

Ready for planting

The poor man's bulldozer

There is a never-ending battle here at the farm. The enemy is steadily and relentlessly advancing. This "enemy" doesn't rest, he doesn't take holiday, or go on vacation. He doesn't sleep in, or work half days. He is dedicated and motivated to conquering our farm. He has even gone as far as calling in allies from Russia, I kid you not! Here is photographic evidence...

Russian Thistle

So we are constantly battling the briars and thistles, which seem to do amazingly well here in pretty much any condition or circumstance imaginable. If left unattended briars can tear down a good strong barb wire fence in only a few years. Also, where the briars grow, the grass cannot. Cows need grass more than they need briars.

Last year we did an interesting experiment with the cows. We learned that if we put their salt lick in the middle of a briar patch, they would tramp out the briars in that area. It is really awesome. It looks like an explosion happened in the middle of the briars, totally annihilating " the enemy".

This winter we are feeding the cows in the briar patches. Rather than spending time with the tractor and other machinery, we are letting the cows do the work. Each morning we move the feeders to a new location so that the cows are constantly clearing more and more briars. It looks really muddy right now, but in the spring we will plant grass, and we will have more grazing area for the moos. And that is why cows are called... the poor man's bulldozer.