Again, I write this the first of Oct.

We have eaten the last rooster that came.  He was 42 if he was a day.  The day George’s time comes, there will be no supper, just a gunshot.  We slow roasted that thing like nobody’s business and had to throw it all out anyway.  We ate a couple of cockerels.  They were tender.  The white meat was the most flavorful and absolutely wonderful.  We had to throw one out as I got sick and Arlis never got around to cooking him.  He was already butchered in the fridge..

We got the calves on the 12th.  The chickens are now edible, and are allowed free range of the yard as the garden is no more.  They don’t even go to the garden area to beat it all.  One of the calves was a heifer.  Now, you must understand, due to the dairy’s stupidity in hiring Mexicans, they lost a $1500-$2000 calf to us.  A Holstein heifer.  So, we will not be fattening her up for slaughter.  We will keep her.  She will be halter trained and bottle fed and extremely gentle.  We’re waiting for the other bull to come for us.  They run and lope and jump and skip and play with Marcus in the run.  They are very cute and friendly. We get up at 6 and bottle feed them everyday.  Here is the heifer.

Here is the bull.

The bull has a black nose, the heifer’s is pink.  Marcus really enjoys them.

They have their own separate run with water and such.  They also got scours.  Now, scours simply means diarrhea and can be caused by countless troubles.  To make a very long and worry filled story short, here is what we wound up giving them.

The two blue pills are Bolus pills and are sulfa antibiotics.  I gave each of them two right after the other using the bolus injector-that wand on the right.  Aren’t you glad you don’t have to swallow something that huge?  The syringe is antibiotics.  I gave each of them one per day in the neck muscle.  I later found out the neck is where most shots are given so that if a lump forms-which is often-it doesn’t effect the quality of the meat.  Somehow that strikes me as slightly barbaric.  The meds helped immediately in helping them feel better.  It took several days, but they are both ok now.  We had to feed them with a tube into their stomach with electrolytes.  I did not envy them, not that our job was easy.

Marcus has found a cat.

I finally got him to accept that it is a boy and should not also have the name Priscilla.  The cat loves him and he is willing to spend his allowance for a little surgery that would allow the cat indoors.  Mya tries to kill the cat.  She even went nutso on Pris one day she found her way outside.  Indoor cats are apparently OK while outdoor cats are very bad to that dog.  The cat leaves the chickens alone and used to lap up left over milk replacer until the calves started drinking it all.  The red and gray chicks on the left are the two chicks.  My they have grown!  We didn’t plan on putting them out so soon, but they got so big so fast!  The gray one tried to take on a few when they were let out in the coop for the first time.  We believe them both to be pullets now.  They hang out with the reds and the Americauna and George.  The marans kinda do their own click, although you will occasionally see a hen with the usual gang.  The chicks are already roosting at night and are the most fun to watch out of them all!

We just came out and found him there one morning.