My juvenile delinquent goats
Ah, goats… nature’s garbage disposal and self-appointed farm vandals. Given the opportunity, they will eat everything in their path. Mostly, it’s stuff I don’t want them to eat, like the bucket handle, the sprayer on the hose, the feed scoop, a roll of paper towels. You get the picture. With their incredibly sharp teeth and…
Sudden snowstorm
A sudden snowstorm with whiteout conditions came through this afternoon and quickly blanketed everything with a few inches of snow – even the cows. They were not the least bit phased – most of them laid contently in the pasture, chewing their cud as the snow came down.
Caroling cows
We had a green Christmas this year. The girls spent the holiday soaking up the sunshine and belting out some Christmas carols.
Ring around the haybale
Poor Scarlet, she wasn’t quick enough at the round bale feeder!
First snow of the season
Cow in the pasture
White faced hereford cow
Last of the dairy cows
For almost 85 years, my husband’s family milked cows at our farm. Twice a day, everyday, without fail. In 1949, during the time his grandfather milked, there were 2,299 operating dairy farms in the county where we live. Small dairies generated enough income to support the family and the farm operation, and if you were…
Cows in the mist
The Farmers in the Dell 