It is fall in Ohio...
Or is it summer?
I don't know...but I am confused.
The last few weeks have been inching towards cooler fall weather, lots and lots of rain....
And then 86 degrees.
What in the world?
I know come the middle of January I will be looking back at these days and wishing I had spent every waking moment outside.
But, I am really in the mood for some soup...
And you can't eat soup when you are already sweating.
The good part is we cut hay.
It may not be the best decision, but we are out of time.
I walked out in the hay field with my sandals on...
Not a good idea...there was lots of squishy going on.
The hay was too wet for our haybine, so we had the neighbor cut with his discbine.
Even with this crazy warm October weather, it just isn't hay drying weather.
We contracted a neighbor to wet wrap silage bales for us. We don't really want silage, but we do want the cows to eat.
As our neighbor says..."it's better than snowballs."
Since we weren't actively cutting, raking and baling the hay, we kind of had a free weekend.
And you know what that means...
All the calves have had halters on....they just aren't very "submissive" yet, and they are far from show ring ready.
Louisville is only about a month and a half away.
It is a whole lot nicer to wash cows in hot weather than cold weather.
Everyone got baths and some clipping.
Isaac keeps getting better and better. He still isn't allowed on the show side, but he is doing a great job.
He needs all the practice he can get, because Isaac and Nick are on fitting duty at Louisville this year. Daniel is going to be tied up with running the show, so he is not planning on holding a set of clippers on show day.
It may not feel like fall, but we sure enjoyed the weekend at home working cows and enjoying the outside.
And, we ate a couple of pumpkin cookies to fool ourselves into thinking it is fall.
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Hello! I am Heather... the city girl turned mom to manure loving country boys. My husband and I both grew up in the city, but spent weekends visiting grandparents in the country. We are first generation farmers who learn best by almost always doing things the hard way. I hope you enjoy following along with our adventures down on the farm.