I made dinner while Byron and Akea accompanied Mr. Woodward to a local dairy farm, where male Holstein calves are typically sold since they don't exactly have the equipment needed to keep said farm in operation. Charlie and I waited. And waited. And waited. I wasn't worried, though I wondered what was taking so long. Later I found out that buying cows involves quite a bit of "truck leaning." This is apparently a social activity amongst the farming community, in which you lean on another farmer's truck and make small talk for awhile before getting down to business. Unfortunately for anyone who comes here, we don't have a truck...we have a minivan. And "minivan-leaning" just doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?
I eventually went out to weed the garden. Finally, I heard a beep on my cell phone and opened it to find a blurry photo of two baby cows in the back of Mr. Woodward's pickup. Two seconds later I ran in to get my camera, which I found still hooked up to the computer from the previous day. After declaring to myself that I was the Biggest Dork Ever, I slammed the battery into the charger and shoved my cell phone into my pocket. Shaky phone camera would have to do.
Not long after, Charlie and I saw the truck slowly making its way down the driveway, then driving into the yard and narrowly missing Charlie's bike on the way to the cow nursery. Two small baby calves were tied to the truck, looking somewhat distraught and thoroughly confused at having just been hauled down the road at 45 miles per hour. Byron then proceeded to pick each one up (they're about the size of large dogs) and carry them out of the pickup and into the little paddock. My phone's camera managed to capture these, um, precious moments in all their blurred glory.
Once the cows were settled, Mr. Woodward promised to come check on us (humans + bovines) next week, and off he went. Since the cows had been fed that day, we didn't need to worry about that, and they quickly nosed around their new surroundings, sucking my boots and the kids' hands in the process and then kicking and bucking quite a bit before settling into their shelter. I ran inside to see if my real camera's battery was at all usable.
|Meet Cow 1...|
|...and Cow 2.|
|The kids dig this.|
Anyway, be sure to check back to read about our feeding adventures with the calves! (I'll just quickly mention that they think Byron is their Mommy.)
In the Green Acres gardening world, there is some success and some failure and lots of weeding. My main concern and complaint are the tomato plants. I started 13 Brandywine and 11 Rutgers from seed, and I think two Rutgers have survived and maybe four Bradywine. I grudgingly had to shell out about $20 this weekend to buy tomato plants from people who actually know what they're doing, while I continue to wonder what went wrong with my tomatoes. I watered them. I fed them. I put them outside for several days before planting. I even talked to them, knowing my singing voice would surely kill them instantly. But alas, they became compost. However...
|...the potatoes are happy.|
|And I'm hoping I get some sugar snap peas this year, although the plants I started from seed didn't do well and I directly sowed the remaining seeds a bit late.|