I am greeted each morning now with GlenNora inside the hay ring. Even though it irritates me because I have to get her OUT of it before I can drop a bale to the herd, I do realize she seems to be the smartest heifer in the bunch. She has found an easy way to stay out of the mud the past few days.
She has finally found the special opening in the hayring by which to exit (and enter) from.
Glennie doesn't seem fond of exiting.
She at least stands up when she sees me coming, which is an improvement over the past 2 weeks when I have to entice her to wake up, get up and get out of the hay ring amidst the herd chaos of waiting to get fed.
This is a good sized girl. She won't be a year old until May.
If this group could talk I often wonder what they would say in response to my morning frustrations with Miss Glennie.
Smudgie and Shorty say the same thing every morning and evening;
Feed us, I want that box of treats, got an apple ?
Yeah, that dog cookie looks good too, is that a carrot in your vest pocket ?
I return in the evening to again water the herd and tuck them in for the night and I see this.....
Maybe I need glasses. I was seeing double.
Nap time IN the hay ring. The Heifer Clubhouse
Glennie on the right and her sister, Gouda Giggles on the left.
The rest of the herd was eating the hay around them and bumping the heifers as they pulled out the good hay pieces they lay on.
The girls didn't bother to get up as I walked over. I think I surprised them. They actually look a little embarrassed.
I assume they will be out by morning when the next roll comes in.
At least I hope so.
Smudgie says: Its my birthday today, yesterday and tomorrow...can I have that carrot ?
Sure Smudgie. Just stay OUT of the hay ring, OK ?