I went to town earlier with the children to get groceries. It was lunchtime, so told the children, I would treat them to lunch out. I parked up in Tesco's car park and I got out and the zip to the coat I was wearing, broke and as I walked over to St John's with the children for lunch before doing the grocery shop with my favourite coat asunder, I realized I had not brought my bank card with me as well.
Thankfully I had enough cash on me for lunch. I was not driving the 24 mile round trip to go and get my card, and anyway it made eating lunch out even better knowing I did not have to get a big shop in Tesco's afterwards. After lunch, I still had enough pennies to buy the most important thing I needed at home, toilet roll and also enough to buy the rather funny card below for someone I know, who will be equally amused by it as me.
Where I milk, we Autumn calf, which is calving the whole herd as Autumn starts, with practically everything calved in by Christmas. The heifers are for the best part all calved in by early Autumn, but this year there was one little heifer that had not gone on with the main batch. Most of the heifers are Artificial inseminated (AI) and then the Angus bull they have runs with the heifers during the summer picking up any thing that may return. Steve who I work for at the end of the summer has anything he is unsure is still pregnant, Pregnancy diagnosed (PD) and this little heifer who he thought was not pregnant was around 3 months pregnant.
She was a bit small, but nicely made. More than often it is not a good omen when a heifer takes so long to get in calf, but she was given the benefit of doubt and hoped that she just was a slow developer, a bit immature and needed to grow on a bit more, as the reason for not going in calf at the same time as the others.
With all the rest of the heifers calved in he decided, because this little heifer was so far off calving to run her with the milking cows, during the winter and for the last five or so months, this little heifer has been skipping through the parlour. What at first was a little heifer a bit nervous of my touch, became happy to walk out of the cubicles with my hand gently scratching her rump. Then it happened, I should known better by now, but one morning getting her to rise out of the cubicles, it slipped out without thinking, a name. I said, "Come on little Tinkerbell, time to get up." "Setting myself up for nothing, but heartache," I told Steve, when telling him about accidentally calling her, "Tinkerbell," shortening it to "Little Tinks."
All seemed well and Little Tinks blossomed and grew a bit more, although still a bit smaller than her counterparts. She even got to know her name and around a week ago she was removed from the herd and put in the calving shed. She was nearing her time to calf and last Saturday morning I left milking knowing that by Tuesday morning when I milked again she would be calved. Milking this morning Steve arrived in the parlour and told me Little Tinks had produced a lovely tidy Angus bull calf, seemingly easily and she had then hemorrhaged really badly. The vet was called and they hoped that they had stopped it. She went through the night, but in the morning she tried to get up and hemorrhaged again and died within a couple minutes. Steve said he had never seen a cow lose so much blood after calving and the vet seems to think that because she was late getting in calf, may indicate that she hormonally was not quite right and the bleeding was likely caused because of lack of production of Prostaglandin which helps contract the uterus down and subdue bleeding from the detachment of the placenta. Even in this day and age, birth is still very precarious for mother and baby.
There is saying with farming "If you got livestock, you got dead stock." but it still does not make it any easier losing stock. I have told myself not to name a cow again. I've told myself that a few times over the years though milking cows, but I have no doubt around the corner there is another cow waiting for me to forget myself.
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You charge children to eat their pack lunches. This article State schools charge parents to let children eat their own packed lunches tells us how some schools are now charging children up to £1.80 to eat their pack lunches in school. Absolutely disgusting.
How are you? Sorry it's been so long since we've updated you but we've had a mad few months!
Bertie is doing very well - he couldn't be more loving and affectionate. He's been a real comfort this week as we sadly said goodbye to our cavalier Rosie who was 11 and a half.
His recall is still very hit and miss and we mostly use a very long training lead so he gets a run as he's gone missing too many times! His hunting instinct is very strong and he's tracking the whole time !! I think that must be the Brittany side of him.
The cavalier side wants to say hello to everyone we meet and he's so lovely with children.
Here are some pics of him with his doggy friends
Love Tracey xx"
sorry to hear about Rosie, she looks a very special old girl. Never easy saying Good bye.
The recall with Bertie is more likely from his Mum. Smudge can have very selective hearing and has a very strong drive to track prey. Henry although a working breed, has a very good recall. Funny with the two girls we kept. Bumble's recall is spot on and when out she is glued to us, but Blottie was okay and then went through a phase of trying us, but seems to of turned a corner and is getting back to coming most times of first call.
A really good place to get for help with recall is a Gundog trainer. If you want some help with his recall you can find a qualified Gundog trainer in your area through the The Gundog Club — Gundog training for pet and working gundogs
Thanks for letting me know how Bertie is and that he is a help after losing Rosie.
Smudge has come on heat in the last couple days. It is really tempting to breed from a bitch one more time, especially when she is such a robust girl, with such a lovely easy going temperament and exceptional fertility, but after three litters under her belt, with two of those being c-sections (because such big litters stretching her uterus so much she could not have hard enough contractions to expel the pups) that is enough and I don't want her belly dragging on the floor. You would never know when you quit breeding from a bitch to early, but you certainly will know when you breed that litter one to many from them.
Smudge will be spayed now this summertime and enjoy her retirement from breeding here at Poundlane with her Mum, Millie.
The two photos in the slideshow are half-sisters Primrose and Belle. They share the same Mum, Ysobel. They were waiting for me at the back door and as the photos flick from one to the other, it looks like Belle is being a bit cheeky and sticking her tongue out at me.
Yesterday we got an arrival of a brown speckled egg, which looked like the start of one of the two POL Rhode Island Red hens laying. Just got back from walking up the road with husband, David and dogs (As abandoned loading up children to go out somewhere with them all and the dogs, as the weather made a turn for the worse) and checked the chickens to find a 7th egg. A brown egg, so all our chickens now are laying bar one POL Rhode Island Red hen.
Easter Sunday here in the UK today and the start of British Summertime. The New chickens this morning laid me six eggs and the fact they are all blue, it meant that all of the six Legbars I got given for free, as cast offs from a big free range unit are laying.
Yesterday when I nipped in to town, husband, David asked me to pick up some beer. I was in a bit of a hurry and accidentally picked up a box of Alcohol-free beer. Well, it is not like it has in big red letters ALCOHOL-FREE written on the side of the box, now has it. Thankfully though I did not make the same mistake with the wine. Lol
In the previous blog was a photo of Blottie and Bumble sitting at the table, as if about to say grace. The reason they were sat there was because we had just finished eating a Big Full English Breakfast and they were hoping for some scraps.
We decided to forfeit Sunday Roast and have a Big Breakfast for lunch, as we have been busy doing logs this morning and the weather is holding still, so we are now off for a good walk with the children and dogs.
The slideshow below is some of the Poundlane pack whilst we were doing logs this morning.
― Samuel Butler
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.
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