Activity for Tuesday:
Take photos of said cows and realise they aren't meant to be heading out there to the right AT ALL, put camera away post haste, grit my teeth and negotiate my way through and over those logs to put the cows back on the straight and narrow. And wish I were at home painting my toenails fuschia.
On Wednesday, I watched my brother in law do this:
Preg testing time. I wondered whether to post this photo, but in the interest of full disclosure, there you go. The cow feels about the same as you might after any of those exciting bi-annual visits to the dr, if you catch my drift. No harm done, not very exciting, but he can tell very quickly if the cow is pregnant or not.
We throw around a lot of terms like "wet"and "dry" and "empty" or "pregnant" (can you guess what we are referring to when we use these terms?) Anything that is Empty, gets particular attention, as a good breeder ideally needs to produce a calf every twelve months. Obviously things like nutrition and environmental conditions play a part in conception rates, and this factors into our considerations.
Anything fat, dry AND empty gets a one way ticket on a truck and onto the shelf in Woolies or Coles.
My role is to record, open gates, shut gates, take photos and avoid poop. Not entirely successful at the latter.
The boy child, he entertains himself. Climbing gates and races, wielding green sticks, asking for food and drink (all carted along in a little insulated cooler bag) poking uncles and dads and grandads in the bum with green sticks, trying to sit on mothers lap, getting in the way, and generally keeping himself otherwise occupied.
And when we are done, I come home, and consider the laundry pile that appears to have bred itself while I have been occupied elsewhere.