C is for Cows.

This is the time when the neighbor moves his cows to the field in front of our place. 

I love it, it is a sure sign of spring here for me.  The cows, especially with new calves, are a neat thing to watch, from "Breakfast at the Udder Cafe'" to seeing how fast a calf can run.  They graze near the fences, and that attracts our llamas, who finally have figured out they don't have to stand there giving out an alarm call for several hours... Continually... 

The neighbor is finishing off the silage, so my sinuses are waaaay too cleaned out, at the moment... We just hope the next few days the wind is the OTHER direction!

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C is also for Chick?  I can't take credit for this idea, but I did want to share.  This was the centerpiece of my egg tray at Easter.  It's a trifle smudged in the photo, but it was sitting up and surrounded by deviled eggs, and being oohed and aahed on by the attendees.  The actual directions called for olives for the eyes, but I wasn't about to open a can of olives for just the 2 little bits I'd need, so I used capers, instead.  Seemed to work fine, if a bit lighter than a normal baby chick's eye...

And now, may we have a moment of silence for the passing of... My favorite pair of jeans.  I have worked, and nursed, this pair, to the point they were rather thin.  Thinner than I thought, in fact, for as I was vacuuming, I felt a rip in the back.  And by the time I was finished vacuuming, so were my jeans, pretty much.  And, of course, that's when one of Husband's friends came over.  I prided myself on NOT turning my back on him the entire time I was talking to him!  

I have had this pair about 6 years, and the darn manufacturer doesn't make them anymore, that I can find, so this is goodbye. Sniffle...  Husband says I need to make them into short shorts.  I told him HE can wear them, if I do that.  But, they won't go to waste.  I am planning on taking the better part (near the knee areas), and making a shopping bag out of them, along with some other jeans.  

But darn it, they were just getting broken in!  Now they are just broken!!

For Going Gently's John- Kids!

This post was triggered by a memory when I read it, please read John's post first.

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I go to the feed store for a lot of things, and the above item is one of them.  I don't have cows, but the balm is wonderful for chapped hands.  I have had winters where this was the only thing between me and cracked and bleeding knuckles.  

So, I was wandering around the store, checking on supplies, when I picked up the tin of Bag Balm.  A little boy, probably about 4 or 5, walked up and looked at the green box in my hand.  

"Do you know what that is for?"

"I do, I use it for my hands."

His little face scrunched up in a scowl, and he replied "Nuh-UH!  That is for COWS.  We have cows, and Mommy puts that on the cow's titties!  You don't put it on your hands, it makes a mess, it's for TITTIES!"  

This, of course, was spoken in one of those innocent, LOUD kid voices, that had several people turning to look at us.  I held up the box for some validation of my next statement, and said,

"Your Mama is right, we do use this on cows, but I use it on my hands, and then put gloves on, so I don't make a mess."

He started to reply, "But it goes on titties-", when a very, VERY red face Mom swooped in, and grabbed the little guy.

"I am so incredibly sorry, he really didn't need to go into it that much."

I grinned.  "That's okay, he is right, if maybe a little... specific." 

She left quickly, and I think most of the people in the feed store had a good laugh...  I know I did!