Coco kicked me in the knee this evening.
I was looking forward to milking this evening. Cool air. Bright stars. Chirping crickets.
Coco was sore from calves biting her. She would not let me touch her. It has been ages since she gave me troubles. I wonder if she is wanting to be dried up to be ready for calving this winter. That would make sense.
I was hoping to get at least another month to 6 weeks of milk.
We will try again at dawn in the morning. My knee doesn't hurt too badly. If she really wanted to hurt me it would be worse.
We ate a tough old rooster from the freezer turned into chicken and green bean soup this evening. He could have used another three or four hours in the pot. Good taste, but, let me tell you, those roosters are tough old birds.
Maybe tomorrow will be a sweeter day on the farm. Or maybe not. I read a weather alert that said wind would kick up. There is a fire ban. Fall is blowing in, despite the last ditch effort summer is making with these high afternoon temps.
PS Thomas and Patrick had a great brotherly bonding time on the deck this evening. Patrick shaved Thomas's head.
Right before school pictures.
I bet they will never forget that experience. Neither will I.