Cows...

Cherry Blossom and the front half of Betsy

These are scans of old Polaroid shots...not good quality and I didn't take the time to try to improve them with photo shop. I have not got to stay home one single day since Thanksgiving and I am running on fumes. I am not getting my daily fill of blogs, and having less time to work on mine, so please bare with me.

Starting from the cow cut off on the left hand side:
Betsy, Shorty (I think she was Betsy's daughter a year or two previous to taking this photo, can't remember for sure,) the Red Devil (what my future sister-in-law later called her) and then one of a set of twins that was Betsy's and by the way, it was her
second set of twins.

I don't know how many have noticed that I always say cows, I very seldom use the term cattle. I think it is because when I grew up, we lived on a farm, and just had a few cows. It wasn't like they were all a certain breed...not sure if we had any two the same mixture.
And each one had a name, and I think most knew their name. Each had a distinct personality. They never had the run of the barn, but when it was winter, they were turned in at night and each had it's own stall, and they always went to their own stall. I don't know how they knew which was their own, it wasn't like we spent time teaching them that. They just seemed to know.

Besides these, we had Daisy, Sally, Jinxie, I think one we called Blackie that was never really a pet, Patsy, and I know I am forgetting one or two. I really wish I had a picture of Sally...she was half Charolais and half Hereford--at least I think she was. Maybe one of my brothers will tell me if I am wrong. But if you just seen the front of her from her front legs on, you would about think she was a bull. She was tan with a white face, and her neck was thicker though not exactly like a bulls, but at first glance, I don't know if you would notice, and she had a big wide set of horns.

But she was sweet...just always gentle. And the Red Devil was her calf...and grew to be the only cow we owned that I was ever half afraid of. I can't remember her ever doing anything to me, but I just never liked her. I felt like she would not have minded harming me if I got in her way a little bit. Why she was that way, I will never know.

One of my other favorites was Shorty....she was born out in the pasture and a horse bit her neck. It had a big scab come off it in the shape of the bite and my mom and I doctored and doctored her neck to get it well, she had a scar the rest of her life. She was probably the most like a true pet....I remember going out in the pasture to see her calf when it was first born. I started back home and she started bawling and bawling....I went back and picked the calf up and took it and her to the barn and put them in their own stall and she was content. That probably sounds a little bit far-fetched, but it is the honest truth. She just stopped bawling when I went back.

That is just a little bit about the cows, each one was an individual to us, and we never thought about butchering one when I was home. And even though we knew the calves were to be sold, we always hated parting with them. About half the time, we kept the calves in the barn and turned the cows into them and let them stay in over night.

And those calves that were raised in the barn were really spoiled...going to the barn was never a chore for me. I never had to get up and go milk before school or go feed before school though. I know Neal did, and probably my older brother, George, did too at one time. But I fed and milked in the summer and after school as I got older. We usually just had one cow that we milked at a time...just enough for us.

And my mom sometimes sold milk and buttermilk. I think for a dollar a gallon. I don't know if she ever sold butter or not....

It is getting late and I am rambling, so I will just hush for the night.

Sepia scenes

This is a scan of a slide from 1998 and is my official entry for Sepia Scenes. If you want to join or see more images in this style, click the badge at the beginning of the post. And if you don't visit my blog regularly, scroll on down to the post below and there is another sepia tinted picture at the end of that post.

Bubbie and other stuff....

How is this for relaxed? My husband has been meaning to build these cats some houses to play in, and just keeps forgetting. We think that they would really play in them. So, to kind of get an idea of how they would react, he went and cut cardboard and taped it together and brought it in.

He no more than sat it down on the floor till Bubbie crawled in it...and it has an upper level and PussPuss crawled in it. She didn't stay though. Anyway, lots of time we look around and Bubblie will be sleeping in it, or else half in and half out like the pictures above.

Right now he is at the vet's office and it is awful lonely without him. Just quiet...he is the rambunctious one...the one most apt to be picking at someone or some other animal. Rachel went to wash his face--yes he gets out and gets dirty and she will wash his face. Anyway, she noticed a sore and it all this junk came out of it. She has doctored it here, but thought it was getting worse, so she took him to the vet. And though he don't have a temperature his breathing is not normal so they are keeping him a day or two. He had caught a mouse the other night and we are thinking it might have bit him...it is some kind of puncture wound. And it was also sort of like it had bit through the bridge of his nose and it was starting to seep stuff.

I had the picture below ready for sepia scenes last Wednesday but didn't know if it was quite good enough...so I used a couple of other pictures. And I have a different one ready for tomorrow if I remember to get on in time to post it. So just thought I would post it here for fun.
This was originally in color. Digital. I removed the color, reduced the blue and increased the red. Then I added noise. I kind of think it fits with the way the barn seems to be on the way to falling down. This is not too far from home...probably a five minute drive.