Alyson and I went out cattle rustling today, or at least trying to scrounge up some cows for this new beef raising scheme of mine. I don't get over to the big farm much, but since I was there I got some pictures. Alyson would not cooperate so she is not in any of them, but I got a few calf pictures anyway. Some are Jersey/Holstein cross breeds,while the infant is just a Holstein.
Perhaps its a stealth gloat, but our big farm is on a big hill...even bigger then the hill I live on and has a great view. I would say its what you think of when you think of Maine with its rolling hills and farms. On a good day you can see the White Mountains in NH, some 150 miles away. If you look real hard you can see some of the mountains in the background, but the picture does not do the view justice. Its ten times prettier then the picture shows. In a couple of weeks when the cows are out, it will be even prettier.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"