Ever hopeful that any human nearby might have some alfalfa pellets to scatter for them, the cows always approach. But this time they were more interested in our new dog than any possible treats. We adopted a rescue dog who we've named Iniga (Ee-nee-ga). The cows were fascinated by her. She, on the other hand, found them terrifying and leapt from the ground and into my car through an open window to escape them. Poor doggy. She's a purebred Italian Greyhound but has some recessive traits that make her undesirable as a purebred Iggie. We, on the other hand, love her "undesirable traits," which are purely superficial anyway. And we're in love with her crazy ears. One is always up, the other is always down.
Doesn't this calf below look like he's got a little hog in him?
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It may not sound very exciting to most of you, but for us, being able to finally irrigate is the culmination of many many months of hard labor. Not to mention the end to enormous amounts of money spent on alfalfa pellets and hay this winter.
Just as we got our target pastures under irrigation, the rains came. So it's lovely and green on the farm right now. Spring is in the air. The Mountain Laurel is blooming all along the creek where it smells like grape flavored Fun Dip candy.
We've got fields of yellow flowers and green grasses. And all manner of other things are blooming as well.
Our next big endeavor? To start selling beef by the pound instead of by the animal. That'll take awhile, but that's okay. We'll get there. And looking at beef prices in the grocery store today, I really don't think we'll have too much trouble finding buyers. Our beef, superior in taste and texture as it is, will still be a bargain compared to current grocery store beef prices.
