This is definitely over due...
Saturday we attended Mr. Tim and Miss Donna's wedding. She looked lovely and Mr. Tim of course was striking in his Confederate general's uniform. Mr. Leon and Mrs. Evelyn were their attendents and both looked very nice as well. Miss Donna was late because she got hung up in the traffic surrounding a triathalon!
After the ceremony, which was rather short, Savannah and I hurried off to go help put the food out...once the bride and groom reached the reception area, we got roped into the picture taking spree going on because of our dresses. :)
Anyway, it was an outdoor wedding at a state park. It was kind of muggy, but it could have been worse. :) As Savannah said, the lighting was perfect for taking pictures.
This is the first wedding I've been to where the couple opened their wedding gifts after the reception. We stayed around and laughed with them as they opened things...Mr. Tim told me afterwards about our gift (kitchen stuff), "Now Donna will really learn how to cook."
I would put pictures up, but Savannah's camera battery is dead and I don't know where to locate the other one...and she isn't here. I'll have to get to that later. (With more chatter which the pictures will produce.)
I mowed the grass yesterday. That is an all afternoon adventure. My left eye is still slightly blood-shot from the volume of flying debris that it had to handle (I can only wink my right eye, so when I had a real mess blowing at me, I'd close that one and leave the left one partially open so I could see where I was going). I lost the guard off the deck about my second pass around the yard and didn't bother to put it back on since I knew it would just bounce off again directly. That naturally didn't help the clippings, dirt, and leaves stay out of my face.
One of the two calves born last Thrusday (both heifers) is dead. Sunday night, I went to go feed Charlotte and the mother cow had just come around the pens. I didn't think anything about it until I heard the calf bawling and saw it kicking. Even brand new calves don't lay on their side and kick like that. Mammy snifffed the calf, licked it and then raised her head and (how does one describe this?) with her neck stretched out, lifted her upper lip and kind of blew. The bulls do this all the time when they're sniffing out a cow in heat. Put those three things together and I knew something wasn't right. I managed to get close enough to the calf to touch it. It didn't flinch--which is odd for a wild one. I then grabbed it under the flanks and lifted it, trying to get it to stand on it's feet. No good. It just flopped (or would have if I'd let it) back down. The cow, who surprisingly had let me get that close and not made any fuss, started to move back in and I left.
When I got back to the house, I called Daddy and talked to him about it...it was clearly obvious that the calf was in the process of dying. We decided to just let it go. I could have tried to feed it, but I think it was too far gone. I wonder if it got snake bit or something because just Saturday I had seen her up and about looking like a normal day or two old calf. It's always sad to have to let one of your animals die, but sometimes it's best.
It probably died within the next couple of hours. It was most certainly dead yesterday morning and was hardly in a different position than when I'd left it Sunday evening. What was really sad was the mama cow hung around all day yesterday with her dead baby.
Yesterday, between my horse ride and lunch and mowing, I ended up watching most of a Western movie on TV. I believe it was called "An Eye for an Eye" and was most certainly a '60's film. One of the stars was Patrick Wayne (John Wayne's younger son). I've only ever seen Pat in four movies--McClintock (a favorite), The Comancheros (the book is better than the movie; Pat has a small part in that one--and gets killed), and now An Eye for an Eye. He gets killed in the end of that one too. I wonder, with 2 out of 3 resulting in his death--how often did he stay alive in his movies? He's a pretty good actor, but I guess with the Duke as his father, he had quite a reputation to live up to!
Saturday we attended Mr. Tim and Miss Donna's wedding. She looked lovely and Mr. Tim of course was striking in his Confederate general's uniform. Mr. Leon and Mrs. Evelyn were their attendents and both looked very nice as well. Miss Donna was late because she got hung up in the traffic surrounding a triathalon!
After the ceremony, which was rather short, Savannah and I hurried off to go help put the food out...once the bride and groom reached the reception area, we got roped into the picture taking spree going on because of our dresses. :)
Anyway, it was an outdoor wedding at a state park. It was kind of muggy, but it could have been worse. :) As Savannah said, the lighting was perfect for taking pictures.
This is the first wedding I've been to where the couple opened their wedding gifts after the reception. We stayed around and laughed with them as they opened things...Mr. Tim told me afterwards about our gift (kitchen stuff), "Now Donna will really learn how to cook."
I would put pictures up, but Savannah's camera battery is dead and I don't know where to locate the other one...and she isn't here. I'll have to get to that later. (With more chatter which the pictures will produce.)
I mowed the grass yesterday. That is an all afternoon adventure. My left eye is still slightly blood-shot from the volume of flying debris that it had to handle (I can only wink my right eye, so when I had a real mess blowing at me, I'd close that one and leave the left one partially open so I could see where I was going). I lost the guard off the deck about my second pass around the yard and didn't bother to put it back on since I knew it would just bounce off again directly. That naturally didn't help the clippings, dirt, and leaves stay out of my face.
One of the two calves born last Thrusday (both heifers) is dead. Sunday night, I went to go feed Charlotte and the mother cow had just come around the pens. I didn't think anything about it until I heard the calf bawling and saw it kicking. Even brand new calves don't lay on their side and kick like that. Mammy snifffed the calf, licked it and then raised her head and (how does one describe this?) with her neck stretched out, lifted her upper lip and kind of blew. The bulls do this all the time when they're sniffing out a cow in heat. Put those three things together and I knew something wasn't right. I managed to get close enough to the calf to touch it. It didn't flinch--which is odd for a wild one. I then grabbed it under the flanks and lifted it, trying to get it to stand on it's feet. No good. It just flopped (or would have if I'd let it) back down. The cow, who surprisingly had let me get that close and not made any fuss, started to move back in and I left.
When I got back to the house, I called Daddy and talked to him about it...it was clearly obvious that the calf was in the process of dying. We decided to just let it go. I could have tried to feed it, but I think it was too far gone. I wonder if it got snake bit or something because just Saturday I had seen her up and about looking like a normal day or two old calf. It's always sad to have to let one of your animals die, but sometimes it's best.
It probably died within the next couple of hours. It was most certainly dead yesterday morning and was hardly in a different position than when I'd left it Sunday evening. What was really sad was the mama cow hung around all day yesterday with her dead baby.
Yesterday, between my horse ride and lunch and mowing, I ended up watching most of a Western movie on TV. I believe it was called "An Eye for an Eye" and was most certainly a '60's film. One of the stars was Patrick Wayne (John Wayne's younger son). I've only ever seen Pat in four movies--McClintock (a favorite), The Comancheros (the book is better than the movie; Pat has a small part in that one--and gets killed), and now An Eye for an Eye. He gets killed in the end of that one too. I wonder, with 2 out of 3 resulting in his death--how often did he stay alive in his movies? He's a pretty good actor, but I guess with the Duke as his father, he had quite a reputation to live up to!
This is a still from a "Branded" episode--one which I've actually seen. :)
Anyway, it was pretty good for a 60's movie. Even the female actress was alright. The ending was sad, but not exactly hopeless...the other main character's riding off and leaving the girl was understandable to a degree. He left because he did love her and didn't want anything bad to happen to her because of his occupation (that of a bounty hunter).
It's about time for me to take the bread out of the oven. We've had a banana sitting on the counter oozing worse every day for several days, so I finally just took the time to slap a banana bread together this morning since I wasn't going to ride (Savannah really prefers me not to ride when she isn't home.)
I also whipped up myself some avacado based chocolate pudding--I've been needing a chocolate fix for a while...
Anyway, I need to go take care of a few little things!
It's about time for me to take the bread out of the oven. We've had a banana sitting on the counter oozing worse every day for several days, so I finally just took the time to slap a banana bread together this morning since I wasn't going to ride (Savannah really prefers me not to ride when she isn't home.)
I also whipped up myself some avacado based chocolate pudding--I've been needing a chocolate fix for a while...
Anyway, I need to go take care of a few little things!
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