SarahGrace and company arrived with her young heifer, Buttercup, late yesterday.
While BP and Glory Bee are at SarahGrace’s farm with the bull, Buttercup is coming here.
Originally, Buttercup was going to come when BP and Glory Bee came back. She’s not quite old enough to be bred yet and probably isn’t cycling yet, so it was okay to wait until– SarahGrace caught her nursing her mama. And she thought she was weaned! (Sound like anyone we know?!) And Bessie is due to calve in a few weeks, so that’s not good. Buttercup’s move to Sassafras Farm was pushed ahead–and then pushed ahead again. She was going to come today, but with a downpour in the forecast and fears of weather interference, she arrived yesterday.
I stood in the driveway telling SarahGrace that I thought maybe Buttercup would be happier in the front barn yard where she’d have the company of the sheep and donkeys. The back barn yard, with its higher fence, is more secure, but if she wasn’t too rambunctious, the front barn yard would be fine.
As I blithely carried on, my back to the barn yard area, SarahGrace said, “You have a sheep out.”
Not to mention a couple donkeys. As if on cue to my explanation of the lower security in the front barn yard. Farm animals live to make me look like an idiot.
Turns out the gate had been pushed up off its hinges. I suspect the donkeys. After all, there’s some tasty grass out there. Jack probably said to Poky, “Come, my beloved, let me take you to the grass.” Then he picked up the gate with his wayward weener.
Anyway, Buttercup was tucked into the back barn yard and the donkeys shoved in with her to keep her company, after the gate was put back on its hinges and everyone was rallied back in place.
With all the moving done, I got a glass of wine and told SarahGrace I had some celebrating to do and don’t worry, sure, I’ll watch your cow. And she didn’t even load her cow back up and drive off! But then I did tell her my secret. (Now leave her alone!)
Buttercup set to mooing, reminding me of Glory Bee whenever I tried to wean her. With my cows gone, I have missed the sound of mooing, so it’s like music to my ears. I found it sweet and funny when I realized she follows me along the fenceline when I’m walking around out there. That is so like Glory Bee. Mama-raised heifers are all the same–sweet and spoiled and bratty and needy. Buttercup will be staying until SarahGrace is ready to breed her, so she’ll be here for awhile. I’m not sure exactly when BP and Glory Bee are coming back. I want them to stay with the bull for at least a couple cycles each.
Meanwhile, fencing is high priority starting today. Unless we’re rained out, I’ve got fencing with the superboys planned for the entire weekend. If we can’t get enough done this weekend and/or are entirely rained out, I’ve got Dave and Matt lined up to break from the studio to help with fencing until I’ve got at least enough done to move the sheep, donkeys, and Buttercup onto pasture. (The superboys are usually only available on the weekends.) At this time of year, when grass is growing, animals will break out even when they wouldn’t normally break out–to get to the grass. I can’t blame them.
And P.S. I am so close to being able to tell you about my news, but a few finer details didn’t quite get ironed out yesterday so it will be (hopefully) sometime Monday when I can spill.