Bouffant Blonde

  I guess we’ve become a deer sanctuary. Maybe sanctuary isn’t the correct word. There’s nothing official about it. The deer seem to have determined their own place in our world.   We’ve always seen deer on the property. They would come and go. My Dad raised cows and never, ever allowed hunting. A few years ago I sold the remainder of the herd. I miss the cows sometimes. The deer seem to have taken their place and my heart is thankful for that.   F or years I have fed geese and ducks down by the pond. Whole and cracked corn are thrown out at least once a day. When the ducks are migrating in the spring and fall, I will feed more often. The deer seem to think the corn is for them too. The photograph above shows them eating away. I don’t have the heart to tell the deer to go away.   I have no idea how many deer live on the property. As I said earlier, they come and go as they please. We enjoy watching them and so far they haven’t caused any trouble. They even ...

There’s never a dull day on the farm. The dogs and I were talking to our neighbor when a young calf decided to come over and play. That would have been fine if Mama Cow had been on board with the playdate. She was not. I gathered the dogs and we started toward the house. The calf decided that would be a great time to chase the dogs. Yes. You read that right. The calf was chasing the dogs. When the dogs scattered, the calf focused on Abby. At 93 lbs. and jet black, Abby does look a little like one of the black calves. I’m not sure the calf realized the difference. Unfortunately, Mama Cow grew increasingly agitated. The calf chased the dog and she chased the calf. Pretty soon a few more mama cows got involved. Try as she might, Abby couldn’t seem to outrun or outwit the calf. When Sammy, the Australian Shepherd, tried to help, a few of the cows turned on him. With the cows beginning to stampede, I decided to cut through another field and head toward the closest gate. Abby d...