I use the same faucet to wash out the automatic milker - yes that is what the bleach is for. There seems to be just one frog that hangs out waiting for either the left over milk or the flies that are attracted to the milk remnants. If you look really hard you can see … Continue reading My frog friend
Tag: The search for rural living
The search for rural living
Bull NOT Cow!!
As I once more take to the computer to sooth my wounded pride. I have to confess, my eyesight is not what it use to be! I was out preparing the milking station. Once that was done I was feeling very peppy (Notice the WAS?). I decided I could bring in Bessie by my self, … Continue reading Bull NOT Cow!!
I must be a queen…it says so on my pantyhose!!
A couple of pictures from "back in the day!" Make-up? Check! HUGE hair (the bigger the hair the smaller the hips look!!) check! Acrylic nails? Check!! (re-based every week!) Having fun? Check! Some of the people I know will find it amazing as I do that I am now on a farm and milking … Continue reading I must be a queen…it says so on my pantyhose!!
Yes, Virginia there is a FARM!!!
I am having a hard time trying to connect my "AdSense" account onto my blog. I am trying to keep my mind occupied. Peter Moe moved back to the Denver area yesterday, so I am pretty sad. While sitting here trying for the millionth time to connect my accounts. My cousin Virginia messaged me. She, unlike me … Continue reading Yes, Virginia there is a FARM!!!
Strangest place you have had a conversation?
Where is the strangest place you have ever had a conversation? Behind the bleachers in school? Next to the produce isle “does this look fresh to you?” or maybe under the restrooms stall “Hey, sorry to bother you but I seem to be out of toilet paper over here, could you maybe give me some?” I admit that up to now that was the strangest place I had had a conversation.
Day 1 06/12/2017 Milking team day 1 – don’t they look happy!?!?! OK, see the shinny new automatic milking machine in the lower right side… OK, now see the bucket placed under the udder, stealthily held by my wonderful Son Peter Moe! He had to hold it the cow kept kicking (Now we know why … Continue reading Milking Team
When my Son Peter came in the door I could tell that something was up. His face was looking concerned. His "get your camera and come out here". Gave me very little comfort. I knew that the clouds were getting darker, but we live in North-Eastern Colorado. I grabbed my new digital camera and followed … Continue reading Storm Chasers??
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