Goodbye, Daylight Savings Time

 

Here’s another reminder to set your clocks back an hour before you go to bed tonight. 

Most of us rely on our fitbits and phones for telling time, and they typically upgrade automatically. 

But for those of you who don’t, you’ve been warned! 

I’m sure gonna miss the extra hour of daylight in the evenings but the brighter mornings won’t be so bad. 

It was 10.30 or so before the sun melted all the frost here on the farm this morning. 

Just look at the difference in sun and shade!

Baby Number Three has arrived!

We’ve been awaiting the arrival of this little booger for weeks, and as I was coming home from work, I could tell that there was a little shadow by her momma’s side!

That brought a smile to my face. 

Then Robin informed me that we have another calf down, this one two or three months old. 

The calf didn’t appear sick. He just couldn’t get up, as his hips seemed pretty useless. 

I sent the vet a video and asked his opinion on the situation.

He said it might be an injury… or blackleg. 

I ran to the clinic to buy shots, and Robin jabbed him twice. We took the calf some hay and water; now we can only hope and pray for the best. 

I walked over to where baby donk number three and her momma were hanging out. 

The momma steered her baby away from me and they sidled off. It amazes me every time how a calf, horse or donkey can be born, then just minutes or hours later, they jump up and take off. 

Wonders never cease! 

It’s National Blog posting month

I thought about not doing the blog challenge this November. Then I thought I might post at least a couple of times a week. 

But this will be a wimpy Monday post because my brain is tired from newspapering all day.  My creative well has about run dry for now. 

This evening I was taking what I hoped might be an invigorating walk when Robin called for my help. 

He’d found a newborn calf in the woods that was very very weak. 

It was limp as the proverbial dishrag—its eyes already looked dull and glazed. But we worked with it for an hour, rubbing it, drying it, trying to feed it a bottle of colostrum. I heated a blanket and towels to try and warm the calf. 

Poor little thing. Our efforts were too little, too late. It died despite the best we could do.  

That’s discouraging. On the outside, the calf looked perfect, like a plush black toy. But something obviously went wrong. 

Think I’ll go watch Friday Night Lights now…switch mental tracks, ya know. 

Have y’all seen it? 

Its pretty compelling, even though I don’t know much about football!