Well once again I was out of town. I worked to put some posts together ahead of time so everyone would have something to read and so it wouldn’t be so obvious I was gone. No sense advertising you aren’t around publicly. After a week in Las Vegas (it was business, snore) it was great to get home this morning. Although getting to bed at 3am was a bit late and the 6am milking alarm was a tad too early. I am pretty jet lagged today but will soldier through.
All that was worth it though to be able to come home and make the morning smoothie for the family. In the picture above you see some of the ingredients, real coconut, watermelon, peaches, strawberries and fresh cows milk. No sugar or extra gunk, just fresh and frozen fruits. It was yummy!
But he presented me with this the other day. It is pretty neat when your kids develop their own personalities and humor and start bringing you the jokes.
Dunno if it’s true, but I’ve been run up a tree by a bull that was having a bad day. I’ve never been run up a tree while in the ocean.
The girls were playing on their own. I look down and see this.
For those that don’t know me, I am in the heavy equipment business. I guess they get it naturally.
Not sure how today ended up being the day but we ended up with all the trucks wedged around the shop getting some TLC. It was all needed so this works out. I am just glad to have a good place to work and a beautiful day to do it.
So I got up yesterday and went through the normal routine of milking, feeding, rotating, etc. I’ve already shared the extra love we gave Spunky for being hard to get along with. Well after all that I went to wash down the milking parlor and the water didn’t work. Hmm, odd. Must have frozen since it was so cold.
I trundled back to the house and was met by my beautiful SWMBO who stepped out in a bathrobe and nothing else. Always a good sign….
Except today. Turns out the soap in her hair was what they call a clue. The water had died when she was in the shower. Which would be sort of funny except the last time the water died she was in the shower. And I believe the time before that. Either she showers a lot or she has a terrible effect on our plumbing. So off to the barn I go to see what is the matter. The well head is just outside the barn and the pressure tank is inside the barn. I go to the pressure tank and see that there is 0 pressure. Not a good sign. I check the pressure switch and then the voltage. All good. The well is dead.
Now understand, we have 24 cows and 4 families all relying on this well. You all know that I have been working to get the new well installed in our pasture, and its a pretty well. Of course it isn’t finished yet and is down there mocking me in its half finished state.
Besides the almost complete well, I also have an old well that works just fine. Due to circumstances in the past it’s just not hooked up. Yeah, I meant to get to that. So we break out the shovels and the phones for a two pronged attack. One, get the well company on the way. Two, hook up the old well so it works again. Sounds logical. Except, when we started checking pipes for hooking up the old well an existing pipe in the current system literally sprung a leak before our eyes. Oh well, may as well cut out that section too. And where does this pipe go? Dunno, better hook it back up though. And how did I cut through this irrigation line? Did you sharpen the shovel?
Needless to say there was a comedy of errors in hooking up the old well so we could use it again. Fortunately we were able to restore water by 7:45 that evening, temporarily, in the dark, standing in mud. Heroes! Bring forth the thankful women to honor our heroic deeds. The well company? What about them?
They had the well pump replaced at 1:30 but don’t tell anyone.
Its funny the things that different animals will and will not eat. You would think the pigs would love oranges however you would be wrong. The pigs won’t touch them, even if you cut them open so they get straight to the citrusy goodness. Maybe if I squeezed all the juice and added a bit of vodka and a paper umbrella, maybe. I’m not convinced.
So what to do when you have 75 pounds of oranges? Why give them to the cows of course. Cows LOVE oranges and eat them rind and all. I’ve yet to get orange milk from Spunky but there is always tomorrow.
Speaking of Spunky, it looks like she is in heat and Benjamin was already putting the moves on her this morning. I was wondering where the Barry a White music was coming from. Now I know. May as well start the countdown till the next calf because I have no doubt that Benjamin will be shooting straight. This will cost us some milk production of course but that’s ok. We aren’t in the production business when it comes to milk.