But then we moved out east. Not far, only about 19 miles from my home town and I immediately fell in love. I still must have my mountains, but now I live just far enough away that I get to see them. My drive in to work every day has the best view ever and we're not so far away that I can't get a "fix" whenever I want.
I also get to pretend to be a farmer on occasion, which I love. A friend of ours has a "small farm" that we get to house-sit when her family is out of town.
|The barn kitties are always fun to watch.|
This year, my job included holding the calves' legs with a rope while they got banded. A few of the little boys took offense, but they all got through it just fine.
I also got to do the vaccinating this year. My medical students would cringe to see me shooting the animals. Human medicine is, in some ways, very different from vet medicine. No swabbing the area with alcohol and waiting for it to dry, no changing of needles between shots (which means lots of re-capping), no choosing just the right spot. Nope, it's more, knock the shit (literally) off the skin, jab, inject, re-cap and move on to the next animal.
Shooting the calves is much, much easier than shooting the cows. Believe it or not, the bulls were perfect gentlemen while they got taken care of. The cows, not so much.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to stay long enough to complete the job, because Jay and I had to go pick up some hay. There were just a handful of cows left to do when I handed off my job, so I didn't feel as guilty as I would have if I had bailed earlier.
I found a screaming deal on hay ($3/bale), but we had to pick the hay up out of the field. Jay and I called in our substantial families and met them at the field.
In order to have all available adult hands loading, I threw Deejo's son, The Boy, in Jay's truck to drive while we loaded. Poor kid. He had never driven before and was a bit wary. He's fifteen-ish and should be getting his learner's permit anyway. He got a quick lesson on which was the gas and brake and how to steer. I must have been feeling particularly confident in this never-driven-before kid's ability, because I didn't think twice about making T (Junior's son) and Asset (Nebalee's daughter) ride in the cab with him. Easier to corral all of the kids in one place than try to keep track of them.
With two trucks/crews running, only took us about 25 minutes to load 120 bales. Not bad - I thought we'd be out there much longer.
|Maybe my favorite picture of the day: Asset, T, and The Boy.|
It feels good to have most of the hay laid in for the year. We've got another fifty bales that we'll pick up next week, and I'll probably buy another fifty in September just to make sure we'll make it until first cut next year. It hurts the pocketbook right now, but we'll definitely appreciate not having to put out money every month for hay. My hope is that we won't lose too much to mold, like Mom did last year. We stacked and tarped with an eye toward air circulation. If moisture gets into the stack, there should be enough circulation for it to dry out.
Yesterday was busy and physically demanding, but I loved every minute of it. We have the best family, who were willing to give up a couple of hours in the middle of the day on a Saturday to work in heat and humidity. It was truly "Just Another Perfect Day".