If you have Cows, or you are a cattle rancher, then this blog is going to be boring and a waste of your time.
I . . . .However . . . . .Do not. In fact when asked to do chores, I am genuinely excited to do so. The chores aren't particularly special and not all that difficult, except they are different for me, completely our of my normal routine. I would like to mention that I think I would prefer to do chores when it is not -30.
This was the weather as I left this morning to do chores. I have to admit I didn't exactly get to it lickety split this morning. I kept sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and hoping. . . praying it would warm up. Alas, it did not. So I bundled up and headed down the road with my not so willing partner.
I am confident that my "
Australian Kelpie" would have preferred the weather in his
native land . But, he's stuck with me. We were not the only ones upset about the weather, Feeding the bulls in the morning is a funny thing, they are fed grain, and as I get there with their pails of grain they stumble up and roar and moan much like sleepy, grumpy teenagers.
The pails of grain the bulls are fed are unfortunately, not exactly, ready made. That task is also part of the morning chore.
After mixing a little of this and little of that into the hopper I then roll a bunch of grain to arrive at a specific weight. The only really exciting part of this activity is when I get to jump into the grain bin and shovel it closer to auger as it clears the area immediately around the spinning screw of death I am reminded as I do this of
ASTAR
Blogger wants this sideways, I don't know why. this is the final step after I have made the morning brew. It doesn't really show in this picture, however, I have made a contribution to this chore. The last time I had to do chores, the chute was propped up with a shovel. I have to confess that this seem a little to po'dump for me so I rigged it up with a cable so you could direct the chute more accurately. This was a little self serving because I never made it in time before the shovel fell and grain would shoot all over the place.
After the grain has been mixed up you need to bring the bulls down to the feeders, and when I say you, I mean Jed. If you look closely at this picture, you'll notice Jed is looking over his shoulder as if to say:
"REALLY ??" Unfortunately, I really did mean it especially when he got to the top of the hill and thought that was far enough.
It wasn't.
I sent him further.
SO after the bulls have been fed their grain the really fun part begins. . .
I KNOW RIGHT !!! I wouldn't let me drive this either. . .that being said as I climb into this I feel myself being, not so slowly, transformed into a little boy. I need to use this bad boy to roll out some feed and some hay. I say this with a very pubic admission that I suck at this.
Driving the tractor? I got that.
Moving snow? I got that
Rolling the Bales???? Not so much.
You see, you need to grab these stupid things pretty close to center or you are left with a pretty big core of crap in the end. Oh yeah, and you need to ensure that you roll it the right way behind the tractor, or you just turn it into a giant snowball behind you. Then you end up dropping it and driving around to grab it the right way. Who knew they rolled and unrolled a specific way . . . .needless to say, I didn't.
Can you tell if this is going to un-roll or do I need to grab it from the other side??
This is what I am looking for. . . .Did I mention you need to plow the snow out of your way so that it; WILL ROLL. .
Anyway, that was pretty much the end of morning chores, in the evening, the bulls need to be grained again and It takes considerably less time to do evening chores. Tomorrow morning, I need to all this again, plus, I have a couple of fences to fix. The cows have made their way into the stacking yard and so I need to close down their buffet.
Jed can hardly wait.
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