Countdown to the Rock'N'Roll Super Freak Out Weekend: 8 days
Countdown to Vet School (but not including the awkwardness that will be our retreat): 119 days
So I got roped into working this weekend in the morning at the farm because I have to work at night at Hy-Vee. This is not going to help my stress level nor will it in most likelyhood allow me to get drunk on Friday night as planned... Poo. Damn Eric Atkins!
Today we had a tour of kindergarteners. And last week we had first graders. Anyway, these kids never cease to amaze me! They ask the best questions (seriously, one asked something that while it escapes me now was something that you would hear being asked in a freshman level animal science class.) and know so much. The first graders asked about the scabs from dehorning on the calves' heads and knew about chewing the cud. These kindergarteners today asked about where the boys were and then if we butchered them! They were from Sedalia and so asked what we would do if there was a tornado because it was something real for them. They knew where the milk went (how it got into the tank). Seriously, if I could pop a first grader out of my uterus (that wasn't a cyclops) I would. Its a good thing my boyfriend has a six year old!
Anyway, a calf had got loose when we were giving the tour and afterwards I had to catch it. She had jumped out of her pen and was less than impressed with the empty bottle I had to offer. Eventually, I got close enought to put my hand around her jaw and then she threw herself down. I didn't know what was happening and let go. She escaped and eventually I caught her again with a makeshift halter.
Monday was truely Monday at the farm. When I went down to feed the calves, there was one with its head stuck in a wire square of its pen. It had struggled enough to swell behind its ears so popping its head back out the way it had got in wasn't an option. So I found a hacksaw that I was pretty sure wouldn't cut anything much less wire and set to work. Luckily, the hacksaw worked the calf was freed. A heifer had also got loose on the highway so me and Joe set off to catch it only to find it hightailing it back towards the farm with someone herding it in their car!
Yesterday, I was hanging out with Joe in the junk room in one of the barns and heard meowing. It was mama cat nursing her four kittens! They are probably two or so weeks old and adorable! I can't wait until she brings them out and around.
I have also learned not to say anything that will lead to the following question: 'You're not pregnant are you?' Because seriously, I've been asked this twice so far since I've started out at the dairy. Once because I was eating pickles (offered to me by Joe!) and today because I said something about needing to pee like a racehorse. I'M NOT! NO WORRIES!
[EDIT-Originally, published to Blogger on April 26, 2011.]
No comments:
Post a Comment