This weekend was the first weekend in basically two months that I have gotten to leave the house and actually go and do something with my husband. For the past two months, I have been camped out on the couch or the bed studying and completing assignments. It was a sad life I was leading, and it wasn’t any fun at all. If my goal wasn’t so close, I might would be tempted to give in, but I’m too close to stop now. Five classes! I can’t believe it! Two classes this next semester and three in the summer!
So, this weekend, Colby and I took a short trip out to the farm to feed the cows. Of course, I packed my camera. It’s been so long since I’ve used it that there was no way I was leaving it behind.
When we got there, we were greeted with thanks from these cows right here. I believe they were hungry and glad to see us since we were the deliverers of great joy {the food}.
The largest cow on the left is my favorite cow of all. I just love her non-traditional coloring {not red or black}. It’s actually quite the family standing there. The one on the left is the mom to the large yellow cow and the baby standing directly beside her. The yellow cow’s baby is standing by her side as well. Apparently, their family stays close together {mom, kids, and great-grandkids}. Funny how that works out!
Those two babies are my favorite of all that I saw hopping and bouncing around yesterday. I just can’t get past their coloring….gorgeous!
This sister here didn’t care for me too much either. I don’t think she liked the fact that I was carrying this mysterious looking thing around my neck that kept getting all in their business. That, or she just liked to see how close she could walk to me before I would start heading for safety. The last thing I wanted was to be ran over by a cow. Colby says she’s the outcast, and that the other cows push her away from the food. I’m not sure if it’s that or if she just doesn’t have it going on upstairs quite like the others do.
We brought her some extra special treat {that is not poop…like it looks}. She just couldn’t get the hint though as we tried to lead her away from the others to give it to her. It’s not like she isn’t used to getting the extra food either. Apparently, my father-in-law feels sorry for her, too. He does it for all the time, but I think I might have kept her from trusting us this time. You snooze, you lose!
The others got hay. You’d think they hadn’t seen hay in days, but there was still plenty strewn across the ground. They wanted what they haven’t been able to get to though…..the hay under the shed. Farmer Langham fired up the tractor to drag them some out anyway.
The cows weren’t the only ones to get fed though. The fish got their own choice of food as well.
Feeding the fish is something that always brings back memories for me. When I was younger, I would go with my grandparents to their farm {which my dad has now}. We would go down to the pond and always feed the fish. I can remember seeing hundreds of fish swim to the top to catch some food. Catfish or bream. They would come to get food. It even got to the point that they would start coming near the bank when my paw paw’s truck got close to the pond. Funny how they catch on like that!
Before we left, Colby gave me a lesson on how to drive a stick shift. Let’s just say that if in an emergency there were others around, you might want to get someone else to drive. I get it. I understand it {some}. However, I don’t see myself EVER buying a vehicle that isn’t an automatic for me to drive. Why in the world someone would want to buy a vehicle that isn’t automatic is beyond me. Now, if it’s a sports car, that’s another thing, but I don’t think I would ever buy a regular vehicle that doesn’t do it all for me. I can’t even stay focused on the road for trying to determine when to shift, how to shift, which direction the stick goes, where my RPMs are, and the list goes on.
So, that was pretty much my weekend. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed it, and I’m gearing up for another work week. Weekends fly by way too fast!
Love this post. I spy with my little eye my favorite cow, Buttercream (the yellow one). She is so sweet. I like the "blue" one that you like, too. She has such beautiful coloring. I wish we could have been with y'all. Going to the farm is restorative to the soul. Love ya!
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