Soapweed
Well-known member
My journal entry for Saturday, February 17, 1968
There ought to be a law against having school functions on Saturdays. It was rather late when we got home from the PTA (Parent Teachers Association) talent show. As I was quite weary, I neglected to write in this diary until now—Sunday noon.
I was not disturbed from my deep slumber until 8:00 a.m. Snyd (Ronald Snyder) came over to help Dad work on the telephone line, so I had breakfast at the same time they had coffee.
I put cake in the pickup and fed the old bulls and the yearling heifers. At the east end of the meadow where the heifers were, I discovered a dead one. There was apparently no reason—she wasn't on her back, sick, or calving—so she probably had a heart attack. I left the pickup by the windmill and helped Lloyd feed hay.
We fed the heifers for Saturday and Sunday, and loaded on half of a real small stack. We dribbled off a little to the cows [with drag forks, walking alongside with the tractor turned loose] until Dad came along and told us to give the rest of it to the calves. This we did, and then went to the stack yard in the south bull lot to get some rough hay for the cows. There was still quite a little snow in the stack yard, but most of it was hard enough to hold the tractor and sled up. We loaded up and then had to winch the sled out to bare ground. We fed off about half of this to the cows and came in to dinner.
Everyone had a good nap over the noon hour, and then we went out. Dad worked in the saddle room while Lloyd and I continued feeding. We cabled off the remaining rough hay in the alley between bull lots. I drove the tractor pulling the hay sled to the yard by the windmill in the Home Meadow while Lloyd stood on the sled bouncing along behind. We loaded on a stack butt and fed part of it to the calves. The rest we left on the sled for tomorrow (Sunday).
I took the four-wheeler [what we called a 1963 Ford F250 4x4 pickup] and ran in the horses. I got Sassy, Lloyd got Hawk Eye, and we loped to the east end of the meadow to cut out 23 head of cows from the heifers. Upon returning home, Dad told us to switch the bulls around a little—making the three bunches into two. We also weaned one late calf.
Lloyd dragged in a creep feeder for the calves while Dad and I worked in the barn. I got in the heavies, and we put a few in the barn as it is rather chilly outside. We did up chores and came in to supper.
Everyone—except Lloyd, who had gone home—put on their bibs and tuckers and went into town for the talent show. My only act was participating in the chorus. Sandra was also in the chorus, and Sybil helped the 3rd and 4th grade girls out in a "Tubby the Tuba" act. I was not what you would call greatly impressed by the talent show, but I was tired and somewhat grouchy which probably accounts for my warped opinion. The whole deal was much too long in my opinion.
There ought to be a law against having school functions on Saturdays. It was rather late when we got home from the PTA (Parent Teachers Association) talent show. As I was quite weary, I neglected to write in this diary until now—Sunday noon.
I was not disturbed from my deep slumber until 8:00 a.m. Snyd (Ronald Snyder) came over to help Dad work on the telephone line, so I had breakfast at the same time they had coffee.
I put cake in the pickup and fed the old bulls and the yearling heifers. At the east end of the meadow where the heifers were, I discovered a dead one. There was apparently no reason—she wasn't on her back, sick, or calving—so she probably had a heart attack. I left the pickup by the windmill and helped Lloyd feed hay.
We fed the heifers for Saturday and Sunday, and loaded on half of a real small stack. We dribbled off a little to the cows [with drag forks, walking alongside with the tractor turned loose] until Dad came along and told us to give the rest of it to the calves. This we did, and then went to the stack yard in the south bull lot to get some rough hay for the cows. There was still quite a little snow in the stack yard, but most of it was hard enough to hold the tractor and sled up. We loaded up and then had to winch the sled out to bare ground. We fed off about half of this to the cows and came in to dinner.
Everyone had a good nap over the noon hour, and then we went out. Dad worked in the saddle room while Lloyd and I continued feeding. We cabled off the remaining rough hay in the alley between bull lots. I drove the tractor pulling the hay sled to the yard by the windmill in the Home Meadow while Lloyd stood on the sled bouncing along behind. We loaded on a stack butt and fed part of it to the calves. The rest we left on the sled for tomorrow (Sunday).
I took the four-wheeler [what we called a 1963 Ford F250 4x4 pickup] and ran in the horses. I got Sassy, Lloyd got Hawk Eye, and we loped to the east end of the meadow to cut out 23 head of cows from the heifers. Upon returning home, Dad told us to switch the bulls around a little—making the three bunches into two. We also weaned one late calf.
Lloyd dragged in a creep feeder for the calves while Dad and I worked in the barn. I got in the heavies, and we put a few in the barn as it is rather chilly outside. We did up chores and came in to supper.
Everyone—except Lloyd, who had gone home—put on their bibs and tuckers and went into town for the talent show. My only act was participating in the chorus. Sandra was also in the chorus, and Sybil helped the 3rd and 4th grade girls out in a "Tubby the Tuba" act. I was not what you would call greatly impressed by the talent show, but I was tired and somewhat grouchy which probably accounts for my warped opinion. The whole deal was much too long in my opinion.