Yes, it's tick season. One night we found two attached to Pete's head and the next night we found one in his ear. The first one I pulled out took a little scalp with it. Another day I saw something on the floor that looked like a bean--about the size of a kidney bean and kind of gray-green. I picked it up wondering what in the world it was and saw little legs moving. A big, fat, blood-filled tick. GROSS! Now we don't just pet Pete, we're feeling for ticks. Poor Pete has gotten a little gun shy. He's also full of cockleburs after day out with M doing some fencing. I'd love to take him to a groomer and see what think of him at the moment.
I have bad news to report about poor little Tina. One morning I went into the barn like every day to let her know I was there so she could get herself up (it took awhile sometimes) while I went to get her bottle ready. She was in the back of the barn and the way she was laying gave me a bad feeling. I made M go and look and yes, she had died during the night. She was fine the day before and had eaten really well. I suppose it was for the best, but I kind of miss her. Now when we go to feed I feel like I'm forgetting something.
We had an inch and a half of rain over the weekend so the seeding operation was shut down for a few days. They were going to try to get back to it this afternoon. In the meantime, we sent some cow-calf pairs out to pasture and loaded up some other cows to haul to another pasture. That went really smoothly, thank goodness!
Yesterday M decided it was a good day to pound some posts since the ground was soft after the rain and left the clipping for me. So I wandered through prime tick habitat this afternoon to clip the fence wires to the new posts. I've felt a bit crawly ever since so I might need to be checked for ticks!
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