Yesterday I was hoping to have a smooth afternoon. Why is it the days you always hope things go the smoothest are the days you have the most problems.
Our feeder is very temperamental and feeding the milk cows is often a real chore. Both literally and figuratively. A job that normally takes one person a half hour took 2 of us over an hour last night. Our motor that runs the whole operation went down in a blaze of glory leaving us to manually switch the conveyor from side to side.
What am I to do while I sit there just waiting to flip a switch? Take all kinds of pictures of course! I started with the beautiful bovines.
Then I slowly progressed to the boys. Em was helping a girl who works for us feed baby calves. The boys were chilling with us. They were pretty good entertainment if nothing else!
So after getting covered in silage from playing in the bunk they moved to the sandy free stalls.
They had a blast! While they were disgusting and covered from head to toe in corn silage and sand they were giggling the whole time. I’m pretty sure when it was all done and over with there was enough sand in Henry’s diaper to build a sand castle. Baths all around!