Number Five!

The sun is shining brightly on the Knolltop this morning and it is so nice. When I walked across the road to the barn this morning, the moon was so big and bright it lit up the whole world. Ususally when I enter the barn I have to walk in the dark to get to the light switch, but the moon shone through the windows casting light on the cows faces and it was so cool I just stood there looking at the cows and listening to them rustle around. When I finally got to the lights, I flipped them on and did my usual scan of the barn to make sure everyone is where they should be.

A cow was carrying on about something so I thought I'd better just walk to the center isle to have a look and there she was, heifer number five, bright and beautiful and ready to begin her life. Then it was all down hill from there...

I went through my normal routine of preparing to milk the cows and figured Bobby would put the calf where she belonged when he got time. But I got impatient and decided to take care of her myself. Because everything I do is messy, when I got done dealing with her, what little afterbirth that was left on this new girl, was now on me and my gloves, sweatshirt and overalls were a mess.

Just before I turn the milk pump on, I go through all the stalls to pull down any manure into the gutter that's on the platform. As I was walking passed a cow named Muck, yes she was named during the Bob the Builder era, she was doing her business in the gutter. Usually that's no big deal and I steer clear because we all know what happens if a cow coughs when she's doing her thing...well, for whatever reason I was standing right behind her and she let out a great big cough and you guessed it, I got a good shot of manure all down the front of my overalls. As I walked over to clean myself off, I muttered to myself, I might as well just lay down and roll around in the gutter for as much manure as I'm wearing.

When I came in to fix breakfast, I went straight to the washer with my overalls and am presently waiting for them to get out of the dryer.

Now, what you've all been waiting for....the results of last night's Regional FFA contest. Luke's team was second and JW placed fourth. Yes, Dub was bummed for a while. But then he realized that the state convention is the same week as the first week of baseball practice and he brightened up because he loves baseball!

One of the reasons JW placed fourth was that he wasn't prepared for the question. He just got a topic that he didn't know much about and didn't prepare for. The other contestants had folders of information they were using to write their speeches and Dub had nothing....maybe because he spent a little too much time on the phone instead of studying for the contest.....hmmmm....everything is a learning experience.

Anyway, the boys who place above him were excellent, in fact the boy who won the contest was also in the discussion meet last fall. When he walked in, I knew he was going to win, he's more experienced and organized and his mom is the FFA teacher in his district!

My overalls are dry, better head back to the barn.