Who's face?

The cows, the goats, the sheep, even the chickens that live around me have personalities. So that is what my blog is going to be about - at least most of the time. I have had cows for more than 45 years. I have fun giving them names (look out friends, if my cow or goat has a personality like you, I could name them after you) and caring for them every day of the year.

My very first calf was General. He was a Guernsey bull and we lived in Selah at the time. His mom was Peggy and she was a cull cow from a dairy, but plenty good enough for my family. The next year he had a sister born that I named Jenny. Both General and Jenny got eaten. After that I got involved in 4-H and bought a registered Brown Swiss heifer named FanLee Joy. I sold her for college money. There was a trail of cows then -Cricket, Jem, Jewel, Sindy, Sebastian, Irene, Patsy...

Now I am a part time milker at a 100 cow dairy down the road. I get to name those cows too. I have four milk goats, two bucks, ten kids, one ewe and four lambs.

But now I have to go start supper.