Wet T-shirt Contest
Last night, Wally missed out on a private Wet T-shirt Contest. I hosed myself off before I went into milk. It helped. It felt so good, I misted off the Creme rabbits. They didn’t seem to mind. Hopefully it didn’t kill them
Month: July 2011
Pictures from this morning
A few pictures from this morning. I realized that not only do I need to glue a camera to my forehead, but I also need to wear a voice recorder around my neck. I think of so many cool things when I’m
The worst night so far.
As far as the heat and humidity is concerned, last night was the worst night so far for milking. I had two fans going, but about all they did was move the hot air around, perhaps making it feel even worst. As
What this economy has done to people
Yesterday afternoon, Wally and I went to look at some rabbits. They are another heritage breed I am interested in: American Chinchilla and were quite close to us. I got out of work at 2:30 so we had the time to run
From this morning
This is how goats should eat. Forest creature. Creme d’Argente buck. He’s probably never seen grass before, never mind ate it. Creme d’Argent doe. The Great Rabbit Experiment. The mixed-breed rabbits living in a dog run. To keep the rabbits cooler, I
A very busy weekend.
Well, we are officially in the rabbit business, at least in a very small way. Bought three Creme d’Argent rabbits on Saturday: two does and a buck. I asked the breeder if she’d put the two does in with an unrelated buck
A little bit of time at the computer
Usually my time spent at the computer is rushed in the morning. I almost always write a little bit before I head out to milk. Lately I’ve been adding another post with pictures when I get back in the house. Don’t think
Tuesday
It’s always nice to get Monday under my belt. It was one of those rough Mondays that I dread when I come in to an almost-bare prep cooler. I didn’t work alone, at least not the whole shift, so that was a
The Mondays, they keep coming
I remember writing on a Monday about feeling weird about not having to go to work. I don’t feel weird now. It’s just back to the grind. As Wally and I keep saying to each other, “it is what it is.” We
Feeling sort of bla.
Wally and I got up late (for us); got the chores done, ate some breakfast and then looked at each other and agreed that neither of us had much energy. We had things planned for the weekend, but really not much as