Shades of White

Between

 

 

Morning Twilight

 

 

Morning twilight

Foggy, dewy, damp

Cattle placidly munching hay

Autumn

 

Not-So Wordless Wednesday

Brings a new meaning to "heavy with child."

Calving Season

 

The Railroad Right-of-way

Today I hiked the old railroad right-of-way on the edge of our farm.

 

Winter on the Farm

 

Wordless Wednesday 19 January 2011

 

 

We Named Her Calypso

 

I don't think we ever told you what name we chose.

I don't recall who suggested the name,

but our donkey names come from Greek mythology.

 

Isn't she adorable?

 

She has been at obedience school for several weeks,

but now she is home again with us.

 

I tried to get a good photo of just her face,

but as soon as I got her attention,

she moved towards me too fast...

 

This nose says, "Food?"

 

Not Willing To Share

Penelope finally came to me when I offered her horse cookies, but as soon as Junior bounced over to see what was happening, she quickly turned away. 

We are not allowed, yet, to get to know Baby-Big-Ears as far as Penny is concerned.

Mom and babe seem to be doing well.

We need to sit down and have a family discussion on the little one's name.

I'll let you know!

Meet Our New Baby

 

Penelope's new foal. Love the ears!

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Mommy donkey glares, stomps, and snorts if you get too close.

 

The striping on the shoulder is that of a Mary Donkey--inherited from dad.

We've not gotten close enough to be certain, but we think it is a girl.

Name suggestions?

Good Morning!

Time Out

When the phone rings, you answer, right?

A Sunday Stroll

Sunday was beautiful. Sunshine peaking through the clouds. Warm.

I opened the gate on the old farm, and drove down the field road.  (We also have an acreage we call the home farm since it has the house on it.)

I left the van on a grassy spot, hung the camera and the binoculars around my neck, and walked slowly and quietly towards the pond.

I had hoped to see the geese the menfolk had been describing; one was injured and not doing well. I did not find them--if it had died, I'm sure its mate had continued on its journey to the nesting grounds.

I did see the outline of a duck fly overhead, alone.

Below the dam stood a cow. She was alone and arching her back--I called my husband and left a message that she was there, thinking that she might be delivering a calf.

Beauty.

I turned and walked back along the fence row to the other pasture--the one with the woods and the stream. The Blue Heron was not there. I stood watching the stream and the woods.

 

Thunder sent me back up the hill, past the hunting stand, and towards the van. Even though the sun was still shining overhead, there were some thunderclouds not far off.

There I saw my husband checking on the cow--it was then I found out that she was the sick one he was nursing. At that time we did not know that she would only survive one more night.

Her calf must be surviving by pirating milk from the other cows in the herd--we will need to try and catch it and bottle feed it, but it is up and running and obviously doing acceptably right now.

On my way back to the home farm, I stopped to take a few pictures of the apple blossoms on the trees by the farm buildings.

I think nature tells us a lot about who God is--His creation reflects His glory, does it not?

Penny

The snow is melting,

and with the rain this weekend,

it is disappearing quickly.

The temps are in the 40's--

balmy and warm.

On the farm,

we know this

as

mud season.

:)

Winter Hay

    Last summer our neighbor made large round bales of hay

and put them inside a long white tube--I don't know what it

is made of...plastic? There are two of them here, running up

the hillside, now covered in snow. 

    When they need a bale, they cut one free and haul it with

the tractor to the cattle.