Well, Arlis just couldn’t control himself. We now have a Dexter cow and a mini Dexter heifer. The cow’s on the left, about 4 years old, the heifer’s on the right, her calf. We’re looking for a bull now. Funny story. Arlis asked his brother-in-law to get the cows because we don’t have the delivery abilities. (Don’t worry Joel, we’ve advertised that we need delivery when purchasing the bull.) The first time they go, the heifer runs off and they gave up after a few hours and brought the cow. The next day they got the heifer and broke down on the way. I felt so awful…I still do. They finally got her here. What made it worse is Joel and his friend were looking forward to roping the heifer and when they got there, she just shot in without a problem. sigh…
They’re still very skittish, but very nice. The cow got Mya one day-gently, it was hilarious. No harm done at all. We bought a halter and will try to halter train them as soon as the barn is finished. The barn is almost done, just the back and roof left.
I’ve gotten quite the tan, and one day it started hurting (I’m assuming a burn there). I’ll probably wear the bikini top again soon, but between times, I wore a long sleeve shirt and Marcus’s hat for sun. I tried sunscreen and it was worse than without. So, after getting soaked feet every day, and dirt stained socks from the garden, I bought some boots to go with the hat I bought to stop using Marcus’s. I bought everyone Wal-mart rubber boots months ago, and regret it. They’re horrible. Arlis’s are unusable, and mine are ripping. Dad wanted a picture, and so I attached it here so everyone can laugh at it. And yes, I posed, but I am impressed with the photo. Arlis caught the sun well.
It’s difficult to change cultures. There is still stigma attached to people who dress certain ways, and act certain ways, but I’m getting there. I will say I look forward to the day higher waists are here and my gut can fall into my pants instead of my shirt. You can turn your head in disgust with the man who hangs out of his clothes, but women don’t take to that too kindly.
We got rid of the ducks this morning. Arlis was sick of the nasty mess and the water everywhere from the chicken waterer. We couldn’t bear to eat them b/c we went into it as pets, not like the chickens. We gave them to our neighbor with the ponds. They appear thrilled and his wife went nuts-in a good way. We also had coon trouble. We stayed up one night to shoot it. I shot several times and missed the little bugger. We bought shells and decided to target shoot b4 trying again. We haven’t had the opportunity to yet. On my behalf, I had never shot Arlis’s little 22 pistol. If I had had my 9mm, it would be dead. The hens laid some eggs outside the coop. They’re eaten and just shells now. They don’t lay there anymore, but we still need to get it before it finds a way in the coop. It had been eating the feed we kept outside. We had it in a can, and that little booger opened it up! We also have a skunk problem, but I don’t think it’s a danger, just an annoyance.
Well, it’s hot and I’m tired. We have to work on the barn tomorrow and get beetle traps.