Karbon Kounty Moos

They are supposed to start calving on March 1st. They’re jumping the gun here.

This cow had a calf when I went out at six. She was licking it, and I left them alone. Except for the two dozen other cows in the pen. At seven she was taking care of two calves. I kicked everyone else out of the pen at that point. She is being a good mama, has accepted both calves, and they know what to do. I will keep them separate for a while.

Another cow calved, the clutch went out on my orange pickup, and one of my father-in-law’s heifers at the feedlot had a calf, too. I penned them separately, and they’re doing well. Sometimes, some things work.

Actually, they were watching me. This photo was taken last month while I was breaking a trail for them to cross the creek. The drifts were huge and rock hard.

It was fifty degrees Fahrenheit here today. There’s still ice and snow, plus some mud now.

The girls should start calving the first week in March. I’m playing catch up. My taxes are also due on the first. I’ve yet to figure out my aversion to getting that done. I can’t blame it all on my computer woes. There are a few other disasters brewing, but I’ve grown accustomed to that.

And we do. Sugar found a broken toy this morning that I had to toss for her. She doesn’t care how cold it is. We were finished checking cattle, so we played until my fingers were frozen.

Pronunciation:
\ri-mis\
Function:
adjective
Etymology:
Middle English, from Anglo-French remis, Latin remissus, from past participle of remittere to send back, relax
Date:
15th century

1 : negligent in the performance of work or duty : careless

2 : showing neglect or inattention : lax
synonyms see negligent

— re-miss-ly adverb
— re-miss-ness noun

I don’t think it’s neglect, inattention - perhaps. I have been busy, so this little blog of mine doesn’t shine. Honestly, everything internet and computer related has suffered. My iMac died after six months. It wasn’t sick, didn’t have an accident, it simply crashed. Can anyone explain that? Why does Apple only have a 90 day warranty? Inquiring minds want to know. I was not overworking it. I am using my old Dell now. I use the internet when my modem works. Which is about half the time lately. Forget about printing. Oh Brother, it works as a copier, but I was using it with the mac and can’t find the installation cd. What made me cry about this? Six months of photos gone with the wind. I know, I didn’t put them anywhere except iPhoto. Yes, some of them made it to flickr, but you know how many photos I take. Too many.

January was hectic. Sugar and I traveled to Casper. I used cruise control, so we met no law enforcement officers. The toaster behaved very well. I would have liked to have visited Casper, but my time was limited. I saw my room, a takeout window, a gas station and the hotel that the meeting was at. It was business, no pleasure whatsoever. I probably wasted my time and breath.

My home is known as ” the place where vacuums come to die.” This has something to do with three dogs, one cat, a lot of dirt, and a woman who does not enjoy cleaning. I used to call it bad vacuum karma - but it goes beyond vacuums. My two year old washing machine was out of commission for a couple of weeks. I even went to the laundromat. Finally, the plumber had some time. Right after that, the thirteen year old dryer quit. I don’t find clothes frozen solid on the line amusing. Then I decided to give a water softener a try. The water is incredibly hard here, which creates unique problems. When the tech came out to put the softener in, he found that needed some plumbing installed before he could. Another job for the elusive plumber. That was done and the water softener was installed. The next morning my basement was under water. That’s the fourth time since June. At least this was soft clean water, not mud or the usual irrigation ditch water. Another tech came out and helped cleaned up the basement.

The following morning I went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I had heard the airplane. Coffee makers are traditionally short-lived here. They die messy deaths. I took one look at the counter, and made myself a cup of tea. It was too early for bourbon.

I replaced the solar fencer last winter. It was ancient. No matter how new the battery was, it had seen enough sun. It was at the company for weeks before they determined it was time to let it go. I paid dearly for the young one, and it worked well. Until I hooked it up this year. Dead as the proverbial doornail, they just don’t make them like they used to. I put the electric fencer out with an extension cord. I knew that it was working, once I got it grounded properly. The brand new fence tester I bought wasn’t working, so I used the time-tested-testing method. Snap! Then the power went out. When did this happen? The day after the Cuisinart cratered. I lit some candles, found a flashlight, opened a bottle of beer and feasted on crackers and canned cheese. Didn’t want to keep opening the refrigerator.

Even though this has become “the post that Word Press and my browser kept chewing up” and it took me two days to complete -

Life is good.