Showing posts with label jersey. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jersey. Show all posts

Sunday, June 28, 2026

And This Little Pig said Wow I Can Still Log In

Well there you go, sitting here on a Sunday morning and wondering whether I could still log into my blog?

The answer obviously is yes after eight years.

Plenty of highlights, plenty of lowlights.

So we will see how this goes over the next little while, still cross stitching, still loving it. The big change is I am back living on the family farm, so might just start there.

Here is "Cow" yes that is her name, she has had several over the years, from "the bigger of the two calves" to "the older heifer" and "the smallest of the two heifers, but the oldest" and "yes her the quieter one of the two" to now that she is a mature cow... "Cow" and trust me she lives up to her name of being a Cow.

There is a story, but that is for another day.



We do love her and she is one in a million, and might have just managed to cost nearly that much money in vet bills.

Anywho, talk soon... Libbie

PS yes on Instagram, same name

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

And This Little Pig said No I Haven't Fallen Off the Face of the Earth

Wow I am finding it hard to believe that it has been six weeks, since I have blogged, over that since I have picked up a needle and thread. There is just so much going on at the moment, I haven't even been blog reading, but that is all gonna have to be for another day.

I am going to try and do some stitching tonight or in the morning :@ It is autumn here, and the morning and nights are getting much cooler and crisp! So spending much less time outside. Really need to get the fire going.

So to try and get back on track today is Cow-Day-Wednesday, no photos taken at the yards, but I thought I should finally post the photos of Alan's calf (remember Alan is a girl) I took these over Easter, and Mum says he is growing well and becoming even more cheeky.
His official name is Jersey Boy, but he is more comely called "Sh!thead" Not nice, but he is growing up spoilt and definitely not the way to raise a bull. He's in amongst the chooks, the goats, people. Followed Mum up to the mailbox and back the other day, like a big dog. God help the dairy who are taking him.
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The business end of Alan, she had too much milk for JB, and her milk is too rich for the twin calves we were given, Adam and Eve, so they are still on goats milk.

Still have to take a photo of my last finished Crazy piece, will put that on the ever growing list of things to do.

Hopefully I'll catch you all later... LiBBiE in Oz

Oh and I have my 2nd blogoversary coming up that I have done absolutely nothing for! Might have to have a belated giveaway :@