Herd Mates

"A day in the country is worth a month in the city."

The herd had some visitors last weekend.

They brought treats and conversation for me AND for my cows.

 I LOVE Meals on Wheels!!!

As soon as they unloaded the fresh clam chowder, snickerdoodles and tapioca for me, we grabbed the case of graham crackers and headed down to the farm to chat and chew with the herd. 

 

 We had some fun quality time with the girls.

 

 The herd were polite and recieved their sweet treats gently.

 

 

I take great pride in seeing my city friends being so comfortable around all kinds of livestock.

I have known them since I was 15 so they have been subjected to all kinds of species as I grew up.

I started in 4H at a young age, so I had the rabbits, cavies, ducks and geese.

As I got a little older I rescued an ancient Hampshire ewe that I had befriended at school and who was headed to the school slaughter house because she did not get bred.

I put her in my old blue car and drove her home. 16 days later she had a big ram lamb and that started the beginning of my flock.

Then the horses came. Cows were the next natural step after working on dairy farms and big southern ranches.

These 2 friends came to the dairy farm I worked on and camped out in the field in a red tent (that the cows did not like) and helped me do chores, bring the cows in and carry the pails of milk to the bulk tank.

Anyhow, they have persevered with my different life style and the constant animals and personal challenges in my life.

My own brother is not that comfortable around my herd.  I always chuckle about that.

Oh well.....

As the morning wore on, the special tricks started.  There is always "one in every crowd" who has to show how brave they are with graham crackers....

 

After we left the herd we went to go pick up some local meat I had ordered.

My friends got to see another farm, meet another farmer and see where my lamb came from.

It was a fun adventure.

That evening we attended a local chorus. There were 78 singers and a huge harp on the stage and they sang like angels.

We met the harp and the harp owner.

 

Next day we went to church.

We sang a lot.

 

I took photos of the oldest church member. (96)

We visited rural cemeteries where relatives are laid to rest and deer run through the field.

 

 Then we came to my place and picked Brussel sprouts.

 

And bagged them up for their trip home.

I cooked lunch (no fires), we talked, laughed, made plans and had a joyous time.

In the process I packed up some eggs for them to take home so they can enjoy the wonderful taste of really really fresh eggs.  

The cows were visited again, a few more errands were accomplished and then it was time for my dear guests to head home.

 

 I think I wore them out.

They are such party animals.

Have you had any wonderful guests lately?

What did you send them home with ?
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