Herbie came upstairs this morning and told me Little Reds' boy calf, Immanuel, pees like a girl. Sure enough, I went to check, and promptly renamed her Immanuelle. I mistook the umbilical cord for a penis (really a mistake any unseasoned farmer could make, that's my story and I'm sticking to it). This harps back to what happened a few years ago when we went to visit Cousin Dave up in Sterling. He had black Angus, said it was a boy calf, probably about 9 months old already. When I looked at him, I said, hey Dave. Your boy calf pees like a girl :). So yay for Little Red ! Still think she's a Jersey / Scottish Highland cross though.
The guinea keets have found the chicken house roof. Second time I've seen them up there. Yesterday, our older guinea girl was with the keets, so maybe she's figuring out that they're the same species as her. Hope we have some boys in there !
Have an issue with the electric cords getting wet at the plug end, and burning out. Herbie found the burnt end which is why the electric fencer wasn't working. Had to help him put Parrot back in the pasture this morning, Immanuelle went through the fence. Herbie is out there now mowing the hay under the bottom wire. Everything is wet and heavy.
The roses are beautiful. Opening and not just shrivveling up and drying like they do so often.
Well, my tea mug is empty, so let me go do something constructive.
Got the zero-turn out and started mowing the lawn. Did the driveway sides, behind the horse paddock, then nearly completed below the sheep-yard before it quit on me. Out of fuel, so I switched tanks and promptly flooded it, so trundled up the drive to get some water. Herbie took over the mowing, and hit one of the rocks I have around the hazelnuts. The grass is so long they weren't visible. I know where they are so mow between them. Unfortunately it broke something underneath, so couldn't complete the back or new orchard. And now the electric fencer is lighting up on all bars. Thank you Herbie.