A hard thing about moving into a barn is, well, it's a barn. It makes weird noises. Everything echoes. Like Rangers' bark. Holy moly he has a bark. Anyway,the hardest thing is that the barn is filthy. I mean, other-peoples-left-behind-stuff-and-animal-poop-in-every-stall kind of filthy. I can never expect the barn to be fully clean, but it is disheartening to have to clean up poop that didn't come from any of your animals. Which is what we did today. The barn doubles as our garage/storage/workshop space. We had to clean out a stall just for camping gear, a kayak, the car topper, etc. Which was good. The barn is now ready for the more serious work of cleaning out a stall for the chicks that will be here the 25th. And then cleaning out a stall for them and surrounding it in chicken wire for when they are feathered. Stall by stall we will get it cleaned. And maybe by then my ongoing quest for dairy goats will be fulfilled.
|Chick stall before being cleaned|
In the middle of all of this, Papa pulls up to say they are pulling a calf (helping to deliver it) and wonders if I would like to join in. I didn't even hesitate. I threw down what I was carrying and went for it. But did I grab my camera? No. Which is sad. Because that was a breathtaking experience. Cows, like most mammals, just give birth. No biggie. But every great once in a while, a Mama needs serious help. This first time Mama had a birth canal that was too narrow and a baby that turned out to be one of the biggest calves born this season. As a Mama who has had my own difficulties giving birth, I felt for her. I know, that sounds silly to relate to a cow but you should have seen her eyes. This poor Mama and her calf were in dire straits for a bit. I was afraid the calf wouldn't make it. But all was well in the end. Mama got herself a beautiful little red heifer. And we all sighed with relief. I will go down tomorrow and take pictures and post them with tomorrow's blog.
After all of that excitement the day wasn't even close to being over. The kids have taken to ranchlife like ducks to water. They turned some leftover hay into a hideout. What they were hiding from I still do not know. They live in a child's world and I will keep them like that as long as possible.
All in all it was a very good day.
|Sunset over Fruit Growers Reservoir|