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!
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Adventures in Ranching
I guess I can't say we are "cowboying" anymore. The other night we heard a young man say he's not a cowboy, he's a rancher. Of course, he has a full-time job in town and doesn't really take care of his own cows much so I'm not sure he qualifies as a "cowboy" OR a "rancher". Anyway, there is a distinction between the two.
My Tink (erbelle) has turned into Tina and is still alive and relatively well. She has not, however, learned to suck from her mother. We had a rain delay over the weekend so M had some time to get the cow in the maternity pen daily for a few days and try to get Tina to nurse. She really can't figure it out or it's too hard for her, but we've pretty much given up hope that it will ever happen. So, I get to bottle feed her twice a day. We've been so proud of ourselves for saving her, but now we're wondering why since she'll never be worth anything and we're not sure what we'll do with her. Her mother and M are not friends so she may not be here next year. She's not mean, just obstinate.
Now we have Norman. We had a cow that lost a calf and a friend who was bottle-feeding three calves so we took one off his hands. He had named him Norman, and he's a nice big boy. We started him out on one cow, and she was okay to work with but not too excited about Norman. The next day we found a 3-day old calf dead in the pasture and the mother was still being protective so we decided to try to put Norman on her. We skinned the dead calf (yes, that was a bit disturbing) and duct-taped the hide to Norman. The mother latched onto him pretty quickly; we just had to get Norman comfortable with her. He was a bit "flinchy" so we have a hunch he'd been knocked around before. We put them in the maternity pen a couple of times and he nursed well. Then yesterday morning I walked into the barn, and he was nursing her all on his own. Hallelujah! We will still keep a close eye on them, though.
Yesterday was a full day of moving cows around. We brought our heifer calves home so we can start synchronizing them and getting them ready to artificially inseminate and hauled feed troughs and buckets. Then we sorted cow-calf pairs to go to two different pastures and hauled some to pasture.
This morning we sorted off six open cows to put with the heifers to be AI'd. That was a bit of an adventure. Four of them were happy to amble along and be herded to the pasture while the other two were off like a shot, usually in the wrong direction. Yes, there was cursing but no, not from me.
It is a cold, gray, windy day so I was happy to get sandwiches ready for the guys and send M on his way to the field so I could come home and warm up! J got back into the field yesterday afternoon after a few days off due to rain and finished up the lentils. Now he is back to seeding wheat on his march back east. We're about half done with the seeding and hoping the rest goes quickly and painlessly!
My Tink (erbelle) has turned into Tina and is still alive and relatively well. She has not, however, learned to suck from her mother. We had a rain delay over the weekend so M had some time to get the cow in the maternity pen daily for a few days and try to get Tina to nurse. She really can't figure it out or it's too hard for her, but we've pretty much given up hope that it will ever happen. So, I get to bottle feed her twice a day. We've been so proud of ourselves for saving her, but now we're wondering why since she'll never be worth anything and we're not sure what we'll do with her. Her mother and M are not friends so she may not be here next year. She's not mean, just obstinate.
Now we have Norman. We had a cow that lost a calf and a friend who was bottle-feeding three calves so we took one off his hands. He had named him Norman, and he's a nice big boy. We started him out on one cow, and she was okay to work with but not too excited about Norman. The next day we found a 3-day old calf dead in the pasture and the mother was still being protective so we decided to try to put Norman on her. We skinned the dead calf (yes, that was a bit disturbing) and duct-taped the hide to Norman. The mother latched onto him pretty quickly; we just had to get Norman comfortable with her. He was a bit "flinchy" so we have a hunch he'd been knocked around before. We put them in the maternity pen a couple of times and he nursed well. Then yesterday morning I walked into the barn, and he was nursing her all on his own. Hallelujah! We will still keep a close eye on them, though.
Yesterday was a full day of moving cows around. We brought our heifer calves home so we can start synchronizing them and getting them ready to artificially inseminate and hauled feed troughs and buckets. Then we sorted cow-calf pairs to go to two different pastures and hauled some to pasture.
This morning we sorted off six open cows to put with the heifers to be AI'd. That was a bit of an adventure. Four of them were happy to amble along and be herded to the pasture while the other two were off like a shot, usually in the wrong direction. Yes, there was cursing but no, not from me.
It is a cold, gray, windy day so I was happy to get sandwiches ready for the guys and send M on his way to the field so I could come home and warm up! J got back into the field yesterday afternoon after a few days off due to rain and finished up the lentils. Now he is back to seeding wheat on his march back east. We're about half done with the seeding and hoping the rest goes quickly and painlessly!
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Adventures in Cowboying
It seems that every day is eventful with calving in full swing and field work beginning. One day we found two live calves, one dead and partially eaten by coyotes, and two cows that had calved. The cows were confused, the calves were confused, and we were confused. Did one cow lose her calf and claim a twin of the others? Did one cow have twins and one lived and one didn't? Since they can't tell us, I guess we will never know. We got the four of them into the corral to try to sort it out and get them tagged. One cow and calf seemed to be more bonded so we separated them from the more confused calf and left the confused one and it's "mother" in a pen alone. All seems to be well now but we'll keep them separated for awhile to avoid more confusion.
We had a cow whose calf was born with the sac over it's nose, and we didn't find it in time to save it; however, even though it was about normal size there were some deformities that made us think it may have been a bit premature. She was desperate for a calf so we had a friend who works at the sales barn in Glasgow purchase one for us--a big boy! They seemed to bond fairly well, but we noticed that she was kicking at it when he tried to nurse so into the maternity pen she went so he could nurse her. It only took one time of that and they seem to be getting along well now. When he wasn't having luck with a teat he started sucking on her ear as she was eating. He wasn't giving up!
We have four pairs out roaming. They are older cows that we don't want to move too far to pasture. Yesterday morning as we went to do chores we noticed there were more than four cows out and about. Oops, someone inadvertently left a gate open the night before. Not naming names, but I believe M was the last one through it. So, we had to round them all up and get them back in and then sort the old ones back out. The sorting back out wasn't a problem--those old cows are pretty smart.
When we finished with that we checked the heifers and found a tiny calf, estimated at about 37 pounds. She's fully formed and alive so we're doing our best to save her. We gave her a bottle of colostrum right away. Then in the evening we got the cow in to try to milk her. She didn't like that very well. There was a lot of kicking and cursing (kicking from the cow, cursing from M) until M tied up her hind leg. She didn't like that too well either. I fed the baby with it, but we're not sure we want to go through that every day. For starters, M doesn't have the time. She is standing and walking a little bit, but we don't think she's tried to nurse the cow. M says I should name her because I may be spending a lot of time with her, bottle feeding her two to three times a day. I'm thinking Tink--short for Tinkerbell. I'll have to ask R since it belongs to him.
I had to run some sandwiches to J and Jared who were seeding and stopped on my way back to see how the baby was and check on the heifers. As I walked through the pen I didn't find 011 who we thought was close to calving so I looked in the back shed and there she was, obviously laboring, with feet out. I locked her in and called M who was cleaning grain to take to J. He was almost done with that so came up and we got her in and pulled the calf which was probably 85 pounds. It's probably a good thing that it didn't take any longer for him to get there. I told R he is lucky he has such good help to take care of his cows!
This morning was pretty uneventful on the cow front. Only two calves to tag and turn out, but we had a lot of running around to do to make sure J had seed and fuel and C had fuel and water to spray. Poor M is getting run ragged, and it's only just begun. Last year that was R. He's a lot younger and even he was exhausted!
We had a cow whose calf was born with the sac over it's nose, and we didn't find it in time to save it; however, even though it was about normal size there were some deformities that made us think it may have been a bit premature. She was desperate for a calf so we had a friend who works at the sales barn in Glasgow purchase one for us--a big boy! They seemed to bond fairly well, but we noticed that she was kicking at it when he tried to nurse so into the maternity pen she went so he could nurse her. It only took one time of that and they seem to be getting along well now. When he wasn't having luck with a teat he started sucking on her ear as she was eating. He wasn't giving up!
We have four pairs out roaming. They are older cows that we don't want to move too far to pasture. Yesterday morning as we went to do chores we noticed there were more than four cows out and about. Oops, someone inadvertently left a gate open the night before. Not naming names, but I believe M was the last one through it. So, we had to round them all up and get them back in and then sort the old ones back out. The sorting back out wasn't a problem--those old cows are pretty smart.
When we finished with that we checked the heifers and found a tiny calf, estimated at about 37 pounds. She's fully formed and alive so we're doing our best to save her. We gave her a bottle of colostrum right away. Then in the evening we got the cow in to try to milk her. She didn't like that very well. There was a lot of kicking and cursing (kicking from the cow, cursing from M) until M tied up her hind leg. She didn't like that too well either. I fed the baby with it, but we're not sure we want to go through that every day. For starters, M doesn't have the time. She is standing and walking a little bit, but we don't think she's tried to nurse the cow. M says I should name her because I may be spending a lot of time with her, bottle feeding her two to three times a day. I'm thinking Tink--short for Tinkerbell. I'll have to ask R since it belongs to him.
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| M and Tink--she looks more like a puppy! |
I had to run some sandwiches to J and Jared who were seeding and stopped on my way back to see how the baby was and check on the heifers. As I walked through the pen I didn't find 011 who we thought was close to calving so I looked in the back shed and there she was, obviously laboring, with feet out. I locked her in and called M who was cleaning grain to take to J. He was almost done with that so came up and we got her in and pulled the calf which was probably 85 pounds. It's probably a good thing that it didn't take any longer for him to get there. I told R he is lucky he has such good help to take care of his cows!
This morning was pretty uneventful on the cow front. Only two calves to tag and turn out, but we had a lot of running around to do to make sure J had seed and fuel and C had fuel and water to spray. Poor M is getting run ragged, and it's only just begun. Last year that was R. He's a lot younger and even he was exhausted!
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
He Calls Me "The Cow Whisperer"
The other day about dark M was trying to put a bale in the feeder for our heifer calves. Before he could get out the tractor to close the gate about seven of them ran out into the pasture. We haven't had time to check the fence for winter damage so didn't really want them in there yet. He wasn't having any success trying to get them back in by himself so he left them until I could help him in the morning. So, after our other chores were done we headed down to get them back in the pen. I circled around them to open the gate while M went to get some buckets of feed. They really like their feed so we thought we could lure them in. They were stuck in a corner, however, and while M was trying to push them toward the gate they started to head off in the wrong direction. He was getting fired up, out of patience, prepared to chase them all over the pasture to get them in while I just calmly rattled the buckets at them and said "come on, girls". Pretty soon one noticed me and headed my way and I led them all back through the gate into the pen. So now M calls me "the cow whisperer". I'm constantly trying to explain to M the value of being calm and patient. Anyone who knew me 25 years ago wouldn't think I would be the calm and patient one.
Another good example of a day that could have been a real wreck and wasn't happened a few years ago. We were hauling cow-calf pairs to pasture near my brother's house south of Opheim. Before we took our last load, M mentioned that the transmission on the pickup was acting kind of funny. First clue that it wasn't going to be a good day. I suggested we hook the trailer to a different pickup. No, that would take time, and if he ignores a problem it will go away. Okay, so off we go. We get to the road to my brother's and the transmission is acting more funny. We limp the pickup through the yard and it quits just when the back of the trailer was barely through the gate. We had the calves penned in the front of the trailer and the cows in the back. We let the cows out and they were happy to head into the pasture. As we start to let the calves out my brother's dog comes out and spooks them and they take off out the gate and head north. So, we have no vehicle to drive to try to head them off, M is hollering that you can't herd calves, and oh yeah, did I mention it is starting to rain? What are you going to do, let them run all the way to Opheim or God knows where and never find them?
By then neither of us are happy campers. No one is home at my brother's house and the only vehicle in his yard is an old Chevy Citation so I jump in it and take off zig-zagging through the muddy fields and herd those calves right back to the pasture while M is still hollering "you can't herd calves". That's BS, I just did it! And then, we had to call his mom to come get us.
I have to bring that story up once in awhile when he says something isn't going to work. It's funny now.
Another good example of a day that could have been a real wreck and wasn't happened a few years ago. We were hauling cow-calf pairs to pasture near my brother's house south of Opheim. Before we took our last load, M mentioned that the transmission on the pickup was acting kind of funny. First clue that it wasn't going to be a good day. I suggested we hook the trailer to a different pickup. No, that would take time, and if he ignores a problem it will go away. Okay, so off we go. We get to the road to my brother's and the transmission is acting more funny. We limp the pickup through the yard and it quits just when the back of the trailer was barely through the gate. We had the calves penned in the front of the trailer and the cows in the back. We let the cows out and they were happy to head into the pasture. As we start to let the calves out my brother's dog comes out and spooks them and they take off out the gate and head north. So, we have no vehicle to drive to try to head them off, M is hollering that you can't herd calves, and oh yeah, did I mention it is starting to rain? What are you going to do, let them run all the way to Opheim or God knows where and never find them?
By then neither of us are happy campers. No one is home at my brother's house and the only vehicle in his yard is an old Chevy Citation so I jump in it and take off zig-zagging through the muddy fields and herd those calves right back to the pasture while M is still hollering "you can't herd calves". That's BS, I just did it! And then, we had to call his mom to come get us.
I have to bring that story up once in awhile when he says something isn't going to work. It's funny now.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Calves, calves, calves.....
It's been a busy couple of weeks with calving and getting into the field. Then I threw a wrench in things and went for back surgery so was gone for 3 days and now am a little limited in what I can do. I feel so much better, though!
In the days before I had to go for surgery, we had lots of calves and pairs to move and another calf we had to pull the night before I left. I think M was feeling his age after tagging 9 calves on his birthday. He has a tendency to get a little stressed and cranky. I was seriously more worried about leaving him alone than I was about surgery. I kept telling him to keep a cool head, that it didn't do anyone any good to get fired up, and to call someone if he needed help. I was pretty sure he wouldn't call for help but had hope that he could remain calm. He survived with no problems and did say that he heard my voice in his head a few times.
The day after I got home I was on the 4-wheeler checking cows--pretty sure my doctor would not have thought that was a good idea. My sister didn't either, but I assured her that I was slow and careful. The hardest part is that I'm not supposed to bend over. I've gotten good at flipping things up with my foot and grabbing them. It really pays to have long arms!
We had a little blast of winter over the weekend. On Good Friday we had rain, sleet, snow, wind...and thunder! We were busy trying to make sure everything had some sort of shelter and that the cows with calves in the pasture didn't take off away from the wind.....and into the neighbor's pasture. I was finally so tired and cold that I made M take me home. R was on his way home so I told him he needed to get here and help his dad. That night he checked the cows at 11 and M was up at 3 am for another check. He had had to put one in the warmer just before dark so was a little concerned about how the night would go. Thankfully, there was nothing born during the night, just one early in the morning that we put in the barn to warm up and dry off. The storm didn't amount to as much as predicted so we were lucky there. We were thankful to have some moisture even though now we will have to wade through slop for a couple of days.
Sadly, R goes back to South Dakota tomorrow. We never have enough time with him. I don't think he's crazy about getting put to work every time he comes home, but M doesn't want him to be bored! I was thankful he was here as backup at least for a few days.
In the days before I had to go for surgery, we had lots of calves and pairs to move and another calf we had to pull the night before I left. I think M was feeling his age after tagging 9 calves on his birthday. He has a tendency to get a little stressed and cranky. I was seriously more worried about leaving him alone than I was about surgery. I kept telling him to keep a cool head, that it didn't do anyone any good to get fired up, and to call someone if he needed help. I was pretty sure he wouldn't call for help but had hope that he could remain calm. He survived with no problems and did say that he heard my voice in his head a few times.
The day after I got home I was on the 4-wheeler checking cows--pretty sure my doctor would not have thought that was a good idea. My sister didn't either, but I assured her that I was slow and careful. The hardest part is that I'm not supposed to bend over. I've gotten good at flipping things up with my foot and grabbing them. It really pays to have long arms!
We had a little blast of winter over the weekend. On Good Friday we had rain, sleet, snow, wind...and thunder! We were busy trying to make sure everything had some sort of shelter and that the cows with calves in the pasture didn't take off away from the wind.....and into the neighbor's pasture. I was finally so tired and cold that I made M take me home. R was on his way home so I told him he needed to get here and help his dad. That night he checked the cows at 11 and M was up at 3 am for another check. He had had to put one in the warmer just before dark so was a little concerned about how the night would go. Thankfully, there was nothing born during the night, just one early in the morning that we put in the barn to warm up and dry off. The storm didn't amount to as much as predicted so we were lucky there. We were thankful to have some moisture even though now we will have to wade through slop for a couple of days.
Sadly, R goes back to South Dakota tomorrow. We never have enough time with him. I don't think he's crazy about getting put to work every time he comes home, but M doesn't want him to be bored! I was thankful he was here as backup at least for a few days.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Busy Night........and Day!
M went to check the cows last night just before dark. He put a heifer in the barn and was going to leave her for awhile to see how she did while we had a quick supper. When we went to check on her she hadn't progressed at all so into the maternity pen she went so we could pull the calf. It was a hard pull and a very big calf--he estimated between 90 and 95 pounds. Too big for a heifer! I had to text R updates since all these heifers are his.
While we were in the midst of that his phone kept ringing. He was too busy to answer but had a voicemail that there was a fire near Richland. We walked out of the barn and could see the glow in the sky. After a few calls we finally found out that it was about 20 miles south. We went into Richland to see if the fire trucks were out and they were. We drove down to the fire, but it was well under control by then with trucks from several of the nearby towns.
We headed back home and went to check on the heifer and the calf. The calf was cleaned off and up and the heifer seemed no worse for wear. Thank goodness!
We hit the ground running this morning as there were a couple of new calves to get in and tag, feeding to be done and then we switched to farming mode. The guys hauled some seed wheat to our land west of Opheim. I had to go along with the service pickup. When we got that done I hurried home to check the cows. Another heifer had calved on her own but was a little agitated in the midst of the rest of the heifers. I left her alone and went to the pasture to check the rest of the herd. There were two new ones there. One headed to the barn as soon as I rode near her with the 4-wheeler so she was easy to get into the pen. M arrived soon after and moved the the heifer and her calf into the barn where they could bond without being bothered.
I got home about 4:30 and had a couple of hours to do laundry before I had to run to Richland and pick up M and head out to check the cows again. We got the other new calf and its mother into the pen so we can tag it in the morning and kick it out with the other pairs.
So begins the spring craziness......
While we were in the midst of that his phone kept ringing. He was too busy to answer but had a voicemail that there was a fire near Richland. We walked out of the barn and could see the glow in the sky. After a few calls we finally found out that it was about 20 miles south. We went into Richland to see if the fire trucks were out and they were. We drove down to the fire, but it was well under control by then with trucks from several of the nearby towns.
We headed back home and went to check on the heifer and the calf. The calf was cleaned off and up and the heifer seemed no worse for wear. Thank goodness!
We hit the ground running this morning as there were a couple of new calves to get in and tag, feeding to be done and then we switched to farming mode. The guys hauled some seed wheat to our land west of Opheim. I had to go along with the service pickup. When we got that done I hurried home to check the cows. Another heifer had calved on her own but was a little agitated in the midst of the rest of the heifers. I left her alone and went to the pasture to check the rest of the herd. There were two new ones there. One headed to the barn as soon as I rode near her with the 4-wheeler so she was easy to get into the pen. M arrived soon after and moved the the heifer and her calf into the barn where they could bond without being bothered.
I got home about 4:30 and had a couple of hours to do laundry before I had to run to Richland and pick up M and head out to check the cows again. We got the other new calf and its mother into the pen so we can tag it in the morning and kick it out with the other pairs.
So begins the spring craziness......
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| R's first baby......a boy! |
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| And his BIG girl! |
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Babies!
We had our first calf on Wednesday and have had one or two every day since then. We expect the pace to pick up soon. I had to let R know that we had our first calf--he was disappointed that it wasn't one of his. We have the cows more confined now so it's easier to check on them and get them into the barn if we have to. One cow had a set of twins, but sadly, only one survived. We probably could have saved it if we had been there at the right time. The surviving twin was slow to get up so we got him and his mom to the barn and gave him some colostrum. The mother was having a bad day and tried to take it out on M. He had to pen her up so he could feed the calf. We left them in the barn for a couple of days to make sure he was up and eating but kicked them out into the sunshine yesterday. He's still not very energetic. I've always loved this time of year and am constantly in awe at nature, how the cow knows to lick of the calf and get it up and guard it and how the calf instinctively knows where to seek nourishment.
Yesterday M went to pick up 12 heifers that belong to a friend to bring here and put with ours and calve out. I'm never sure why he brings more work on himself. I was on cow-checking duty while he was gone and found a fresh calf when I went to check. We ran the new heifers through the chute and poured them, and they seem like nice, calm girls.
A few days ago I noticed that one of my pet calves had a bad foot and think that she probably stepped on something. She didn't come to feed right away and then I noticed she was limping and her back foot was swollen. We kept an eye on it and she wasn't getting better so we brought her home and gave her a shot of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories. She looked much better the next day although she doesn't seem happy to not be with her friends. We plan to give her another shot in a day or so and then take her back. M said it could have been worse--it could have been one of his calves instead of one of mine!
J is still busy getting ready to start in the field. A loaner tractor was delivered on Friday since our new one won't be here until May. The "three-year experiment" blue tractor is gone and J is very happy to be back in green. He installed monitors, etc. so he's ready to hook onto his drill. He added another tank to the drill so that he'd have more grain capacity. He showed us his progress one day. Looked like a BIG job to me! He amazes me with his ability to work on things. We think he should start a consulting business because the other day one neighbor, who bought a drill J had tried out last year, said if he had any problems he'd call J and another neighbor said if he had any trouble with his GPS system, which was new to him, he'd call J. I did notice the other day that his ADD is showing because he had three projects going in the shop in town and the drill project in another shop nearby.
We have missed some storms in the past week or so. There is rain in the forecast again for the week ahead so we're hoping that we get some this time. So far, all we've gotten is wind--plenty of it. The weatherman never seems to get that wrong. Happy Spring!
Yesterday M went to pick up 12 heifers that belong to a friend to bring here and put with ours and calve out. I'm never sure why he brings more work on himself. I was on cow-checking duty while he was gone and found a fresh calf when I went to check. We ran the new heifers through the chute and poured them, and they seem like nice, calm girls.
A few days ago I noticed that one of my pet calves had a bad foot and think that she probably stepped on something. She didn't come to feed right away and then I noticed she was limping and her back foot was swollen. We kept an eye on it and she wasn't getting better so we brought her home and gave her a shot of antibiotics and anti-inflammatories. She looked much better the next day although she doesn't seem happy to not be with her friends. We plan to give her another shot in a day or so and then take her back. M said it could have been worse--it could have been one of his calves instead of one of mine!
J is still busy getting ready to start in the field. A loaner tractor was delivered on Friday since our new one won't be here until May. The "three-year experiment" blue tractor is gone and J is very happy to be back in green. He installed monitors, etc. so he's ready to hook onto his drill. He added another tank to the drill so that he'd have more grain capacity. He showed us his progress one day. Looked like a BIG job to me! He amazes me with his ability to work on things. We think he should start a consulting business because the other day one neighbor, who bought a drill J had tried out last year, said if he had any problems he'd call J and another neighbor said if he had any trouble with his GPS system, which was new to him, he'd call J. I did notice the other day that his ADD is showing because he had three projects going in the shop in town and the drill project in another shop nearby.
We have missed some storms in the past week or so. There is rain in the forecast again for the week ahead so we're hoping that we get some this time. So far, all we've gotten is wind--plenty of it. The weatherman never seems to get that wrong. Happy Spring!
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