Windy Knoll Visitors

What a time I’ve having with this blankety blank computer!!!!!!

We had the nicest surprise last evening.  Neighbors stopped by for a visit with two young children. Since we have no youngsters in our family we enjoy seeing others now and then.  You know, neighbors used to visit more — that is before television.  These two little ones were not still one minute — wish I had a little of that energy.

This is a couple of young farmers — big time.  They have several house of laying hens and it’s a busy job.  The eggs have to be gathered whether it’s Sunday or holidays.  On top of that they have cattle and were talking about bottle feeding a young calf.  Of course, that reminded me of a poem I learned years ago and I just had to repeat it for them (as I’m going to do for you).  I have no idea who the author is.

The hardest thing on a farm I think
Is teaching a little new calf how to drink
You pull and tug and get his head in a pail
And he’ll just stand there and twist and jjust wiggle his tail
And then, first thing you know
Kerplunk goes his nose and you’ve got milk all over your clothes
Hold onto your patience, your teeth you must grit
If you can’t hold your temper, you might as well quit
For Mother Nature whose methods don’t fail
Never meant for a calf to drink from a pail