Feeding A Calf

February is calving season, and there are always mama cows that either have twins, abandon their calves, or for whatever season there are always calves that need to be bottle fed.

Usually just 2 or 3 kids will go down to feed the calves, but this time all the kids and I went. Jiles got the royal treatment of being pulled in a sled since he has a broken leg.

These calves are named Tulip and Nick. Not sure where the names come from. Well, from the kids.

Peeking out at the heifers.

Visiting the horses real quick...Jackie and Friday.

Desperate to play, hopping everywhere, and Oliver's mismatched, one girl boot.

I pulled the littles in the sled down to check out the creek, and the bigs all jumped on a swing in the maple tree. Umm...front door's open.

Just a normal hour on the ranch.

Feeding With Dad

Spencer has been helping Weston feed the cows.  He's the gate-getter, twine-puller (except in some of these pictures because he was talking to me while Weston was taking off the twine), and whatever else Weston needs him to be.  (This was last week when it was still around 0 degrees.  It's in the low 30's/upper 20's now.)

A few days before Christmas, Weston and Spencer had fed the cows in the shape of the letters J, O, and Y for fun.  They wanted me to come over the next day and take pictures from up on the hill.  It was rainy/snowy-ish and foggy that morning. 

Plain shredded wheat, or frosted?  That is, snow or no snow?

Working on the "J".

 Curve it.

Spencer's drone that he got for his birthday would've been great to have to take a picture from above, but it was still stuck in a tree next to our house.

My companions:

"O": 

And "Y":

Altogether it spells JOY.  But hard to see from this angle.  This is where that drone stuck in the tree would come in handy.

Hay spinning off of the hay spinner:

"Nom nom."