It's a balmy ten degrees farenheit at the moment. I just finished my evening chores, cleaned two stalls in the barn and re-bedded them with fresh straw. Ginger the Jersey is in her stall with her calf and her newest adoption eating her nightly ration of grain and fresh hay with soft coffee house music playing in the background. The newest calf is outside with her momma and the rest of the calves. Even though she was in the barn all night last night the tip of one ear got a little frost bitten so now she is sporting a hood with only eye and a nose hole. Her ears are laying against her neck and then wrapped with duct tape (yellow) to keep everything in place. Of course most of the mommas think she is the subject of conversation but her own momma is keeping her well protected.
It has been calm all day. No new calves and although a few of the cows are due and/or overdue, I don't think anything is impending. For tonight I don't think I will lock anyone else up in the barn and will do my regular checks at 10 and 2:30. That seems to be working very well except that I really feel like a walking zombie at two in the morning with a head cold and trudging out in my pajamas under my coveralls to spotlight a bunch of sleeping bovines. It never fails that a deer will startle me as well. I am always careful to take my cell phone along in case I fall on the ice after getting freaked out by a wild critter or if one of the cows is in a dire position. I am not sure what good that would do since Brad sleeps like a bear and would probably not wake even if I did call. I suppose I could call 911 but I am not sure I could deal with the embarassment of having them find a middle-aged woman with bad bed hair wearing pajamas and pink coveralls lying on the ground with a 2-million candle power spotlight in her hands. That would classify as front page Denison newspaper photo op.
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