Today we took the bulls down to a friend's place in Delta to have them ultrasounded for meat quality. It was our day off, and we were planning on getting there around noon. About 10:30 I received a call that they were ready for us. So I finished up the girls breakfast prep(they had slept in and I had already been down to work to catch up on a few things), and ran out to get the trailer on the truck. Everyone including Gus wanted to help, and Jeff was conveniently gone in Grand Junction. So I hooked up the trailer and got it lined up with the bulls' pen. Now to load them... I grabbed a couple of buckets and some pellets, and put those in the trailer with much rattling and fanfare. I opened the door of the trailer and the gate to the pen, and walked away. I went to go get the herding sticks(sure there is a better name for them that I don't know!) and came back to two bulls eating happily in the trailer. I closed the door and we were off. We arrived just before noon, and no we weren't late(a rare event for me). There were several other breeders there, all Angus. It was an interesting process, and we should receive the results in a week or two. The only problem was the bulls not wanting to load back up, I should have brought extra pellets for the ride home!
We have been keeping busy with the clinic up and running, which is a good thing! The girls have been out of school this week, and have had fun entertaining themselves by inventing new games, playing with Barbies, and sledding in the snow. They have also helped out by cleaning up the house! We finally gathered all the Christmas decorations, and the only thing left is the tree...Maybe tomorrow! Two yaks went to the locker plant this week, so we will have meat to sell in a couple weeks. A second calf was born the day after the first one, so they each have a buddy to play with. The girls have their last Buddy Werner race of the season on Sunday. My, it went by fast! And Girls on the Run starts next week... I guess Spring has almost sprung!
Susie (and sometimes Jeff) Hirsch, parents, vets, small scale ranchers, and regular people, who must have a sense of humor to survive!