A Good Rain and a Baby Calf Are Always Welcome

The good news: Delilah finally had her calf!

Little Laszlo Richmond Snider was born yesterday afternoon, which happened to be National Women in Ag Day! I specifically asked the Easter Bunny for a red and white speckled heifer calf…I got the red and white speckled part, but not so much the heifer part. But I am ecstatic because I have a healthy and happy baby and momma. Life is good!

In case you all are new to my life, I name all of Delilah’s calves after characters on the greatest TV show ever made… The Golden Girls. I was going through a character list for the show with MyFarmer and when I said “Laszlo” MyFarmer said, “That’s it!” I don’t ever recall them giving Laszlo’s last name in the show (but if you do happen to know his last name, PLEASE let me know!) so for the middle name I went with the street the Golden Girls live on… Richmond Street. Laszlo Richmond Snider. It has a good ring to it if I do say so myself. Now on to the real reason you all clicked on this link: Baby calf pictures!

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Delilah is such a good momma! 

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If you look closely he has a black dipped tail! I wonder if it will stay like that? 

Fun side note: Delilah was bred to a black Corriente bull last year, and that bull has thrown all solid red calves out of solid black mommas, and now a speckled red calf out of a black and white speckled momma. The first time Delilah was bred to a solid black Corriente bull she threw a solid back calf, but she has been bred to a black Angus twice and threw white and black calves. Last year she was bred to a Hereford (red) and threw a red calf with some white. I know very little about color genetics in cattle, but I do know that black hair coats are usually dominate to red, but if both the cow and the bull are recessive carriers of the red gene they will produce red calves. It appears that the Corriente bull is not a homozygous black… and neither is Delilah. But that’s quite alright, little red calves are pretty adorable. And black or red they will rope just the same.  🙂

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Somehow little Laszlo ended up on the wrong side of the fence this morning. As I was carrying him back to the gate to let him back in the pasture he pooped all over me. My life is so glamorous. 

Now on to the bad news….

Since the calf was not born on or before the 11th of April… I lost the bet with ScubaSteve. The details of the bet can been seen here.  And boy is he proud of himself. I’ll never hear the end of this you all. BUT I did get one little piece of victory on Easter:

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A very rare side hug from a very happy ScubaSteve. I’ll take it.

Have a great week friends! I’ll be getting me real camera out this week for better pictures of Mr. Laszlo to share with you all. 🙂

Laney

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Bets with ScubaSteve

It’s like making a deal with the devil. Except instead of horns he wears a UK ball cap.

As you all know, my father in law ScubaSteve and I have a relationship that most people would find odd between a DIL and FIL. We love to hate each other and the more irritating we can be to one another the better. He has truly met his match with me when it comes to hard headed and stubborn, and that is why we “get along?” so well.  While I know he absolutely worships the ground I walk on (if he actually read these blog posts he would have choked on that last statement), he doesn’t ever outwardly show his affection for me. Like, ever. In fact it makes him extremely uncomfortable when I tell him that I love him (hence why I say it all the time) and it has become my life mission in the two years to try to trick him into saying it back to me. So far all of my efforts have failed… until now.

Scuba gives me crap all the time about Delilah (the most beautiful and wonderful cow in all the world). When I saw what I thought was her mucus plug going over a month and a half ago I was sure that we would have a baby within 3 weeks… but alas there is still no baby around. He was giving me a hard time a couple weeks ago that I didn’t know what I was talking about, she wasn’t anywhere close to calving, and “I bet you that she doesn’t have that calf for another month.”

Oh son, them are fighting words in the world of Scuba and Laney.

I stuck my arm strait out and said, “You really want to bet me?”

While we shook on it I laid out my terms of the bet: If Delilah calves on or before April 11, Scuba must tell me he loves me while shaking my hand AND looking me in the eye, followed by a hug. BOOM!

What does Scuba want if he wins the bet? Nothing. Why? Because the simple fact of knowing that he is right and can continue to harass me with his “right-ness” for the rest of eternity is enough for him. [Y’all I CAN NOT lose this bet]

So now we wait. Scuba and I have both been checking Delilah’s utter on a daily basis both wishing for what we want to see. I tried to get him with an April Fool’s that she calved and it only worked for about .2 seconds before he caught on. He’s a sharp old tack.

I’m starting to get a little nervous as she’s just now started to bag up, but I’m still hopeful. She’s got a week to make this happen for me.

Side note: Can you give cows Pitocin to induce labor? Asking for a friend…

Wishing for luck and a heifer calf,

Laney

 

 

Ag Day 365 Week 3

The third week of January was unseasonably warm with a couple of days reaching the 70 degree mark. I’m not going to complain about these warm temperatures, but being from Ohio I’m a pretty big fan of snow. This time last year we had about 2 feet of snow on the ground. This year I’m bathing horses in a t-shirt. Weather is a funny thing.

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MyFarmer and I were chosen for the Agricultural Business Leader award given by the Franklin-Simpson Chamber of Commerce. It was such an honor to be chosen for this award, but even more of an honor to be recognized with the other award recipients that evening who are phenomenal at their respective business and professions. THANK YOU so much to the Franklin-Simpson Chamber of Commerce! 
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We raise barley and wheat as cover crops on some of our farm ground. We aren’t sure exactly where our barley goes after it is harvested, but we do know in the past it went to Blue Moon to be made into beer! 
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Delilah is very pregnant, and very fat. I don’t know why she’s so fat! 
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Well, okay… Maybe I have an idea. But the good news is we don’t waste any leftover pumpkins or indian corn! (Or pancakes…)
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Since it was 70 degrees, the boys got a bath. They weren’t at all happy with the situation, but they needed it! All of these warm temperatures and rain mean MUD. Lots of MUD. 
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Daphne is really coming along with her selfie skills. 
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I met a baby pig while shopping. And I died a little inside. I’m 100% terrified of full grown pigs, but widdle precious babes need cuddling… and I’m happy to do my part.  

I hope everyone is off to a great week!

Laney

Stampede Sales

If there is one thing that I have learned from living on a farm for 4 and a half years it’s that you need to have a sense of humor to survive. But when you put your blood, sweat, and tears into something and all the sudden the manure is hitting the fan, it can be extremely disheartening. As farmers we can’t make it rain, we can’t make the sun shine, we can’t make the grain markets go up, and most importantly, we sure as hell can’t control the minds of our cows.

I learned very quickly when Delilah the cow came into my life that poly wire fencing I had for the horses was NOT going to work for her. Even if I tried to keep it electrified one touch of the horn and homegirl was headed to the neighbors. This year I decided to replace the easy-to-escape poly wire with high tensile wire. When talking my plan over with ScubaSteve he was ADAMANT that barbed wire was the way to go. “It’s so much easier to put up!” he says. “Trust me, I’ve been doing this for 60 years!” he says.

Y’all, barbed wire SUCKS to deal with. Especially when you are a horse girl from the suburbs that has no clue what she’s doing. I have scars. I thought I gave myself tetanus. It was a horrific experience.

But eventually I got the fence done. Boy was I proud of myself. 3 strands of hot barbed wire. Get out of that you stupid cows!

Fast forward to the first day of early goose season this year. Ring, ring, I hear my phone going off at 4:41 in the morning. MyFarmer is on the other end of the line close to melt down status.

MyFarmer: “Your cow is out!!”

Me: “Wait, what? Oh, *words I won’t put in writing*, which one?”

MyFarmer: “The little one!”

Me: “*words I won’t put in writing*, I’ll be down in a second.”

Luckily for me, Faycee is about as laid back as they come. She walked back into the barn and through the gate without a fuss. Whatever, cows get out sometimes, it’s a fact of life, I need some coffee.

Fast forward about 4 hours, MyFarmer comes stomping into the house.

“Your cow has completely destroyed the mum pad!”

Oh Lawd.

I go down to the mum pad and the apparent carnage was far worse than the actual carnage. There was probably about 15 mums knocked over and scattered about, but only about 6 out of the 800 were actually damaged. Shew! That could have been so much worse.

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This is what my pristine, non-trampled mum pad usually looks like…
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Bad Cow. 
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Bad BAD Cow. 
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“Did I do that!?” 

Being the pun-loving person that I am, I had a “Stampede Sale” on Facebook and got those trampled/ate mums sold first thing the next day. Everyone got a kick out of it, no harm, no fowl. (Get it? Goose season?? I crack myself up!)

Life was grand for a couple of days until I noticed that Miss Faycee was spending more time OUTSIDE of the pasture than in. She was just going in and out as she pleased. At this point it was obvious that the fence was NOT hot, so I set out troubleshooting the issue. (If you’ve ever had electric fence you know the multitude of tiny things that can be wrong that will cause your fence to not work.)

Of course the fence tester I had was broken, so first things first, take the solar charger to TSC, have them test it, and pick up a new tester. Well, the poor guy electrified the crap out of himself attempting to test the charger, so we know that it is working properly. (I still feel bad that my first reaction was to laugh, not to show some kind of concern.) So home I go with my new tester and a working solar charger. With minimal effort we get the middle strand of the fence working. ScubaSteve and I decided as long as Faycee got zapped by one strand she would stay put. We get everything back together and ScubaSteve yells, “She’s getting ready to put her head through! Quick turn it on!” I run to the corner and flip the switch. “YES! Got her!” laughs Scuba.

With great pride we walk away from the fence thinking we have tamed the escaping heifer beast.

Our victory was short lived. 45 minutes later we look over and Faycee is out in the soybean field on the other side of the pasture.

We herd Faycee back into the pasture and commence to getting the bottom strand working as well. Right about dark we got it working. And *knock on wood* I haven’t SEEN the heifer hanging out on the wrong side of the fence since. Guaranteed she will be out today when I get home from work. Because that’s how life works.

I post most of my ridiculous tales on social media, because, well, I like laughing at myself and I figure the rest of the world should laugh at me too. But the truth is, if I didn’t laugh I would have drowned in my own tears by now.

This life I live is a hot mess y’all. But it’s my hot mess. And I love it.

Laney Hotmess Snider