No more calves please! We need to catch up on our sleep!
Posted: Monday, 19 March 2007 |
We were sitting on the bed watching a Jane Austin movie when I kept hearing something boggling in the byre. It kept on and on - but it was a coo boggling in the other byre - the one that does not have calving coos. It contains coos with older calves and then heefers that are not yet due to calve.
Finally Erlend decided he had to go see what was up because the coos kept on boggling - and that's never a good sign.
He found a heefer freshly calved!! Go figure.
It's been raining calves!! Last night I was sound asleep and dreaming away. I think I was dreaming of being in a big department store shopping for something. All of a sudden I heard this demonic roaring and thought to myself, "Now why would a coo be gaan um in a department store??" Then I burst out of sleep as another window-rattling roar shook the night! I quickly elbowed my poor sleeping husband (rather harsher then necessary - I'm not always tactful when half awake) and boggled "ERLEND I THINK SOMETHING'S GAAN UM IN THE BYRE!!"
She was so loud I could hear her over the howling wind!
Poor man. He bolted up out of bed with a "huh?? whasappaning??" and then heard the roar and said as calmly as anything, "Oh, a coo has calved."
Why does he always get to be so calm??
Anyhoo, gentle tame Coo #14 was gaan absolutely BONKERS - as um as they come! Yet she wasn't attacking her calf. That was good!!
As soon as Erlend stepped outside the wind kicked into full-force and snow began to pour out of the sky. Erlend discovered ANOTHER coo had also calved. But all of the calving pens were full so here we were (I came out to help after taking some time to get dressed in a half-awake stupor) playing "Musical Coos" at 3am in howling winds and driving snow. Thankfully most of them were tame.
We managed to get everyone sorted out in about an hours time - all of the coos were bedded down in their own private pens and their calves were doing fine. We finally crept back to bed and fell into that sleeping-like-a-log sleep that farmers cultivate during calving and lambing season.
We are both TIRED today!
Oh no...I hear boggling in the byre...AND ERLEND'S NOT HERE!! I hate going into that dark creepy byre all alone at night! I have a secret fear. Two secret fears in fact: I am afraid of spiders and the dark.
Finally Erlend decided he had to go see what was up because the coos kept on boggling - and that's never a good sign.
He found a heefer freshly calved!! Go figure.
It's been raining calves!! Last night I was sound asleep and dreaming away. I think I was dreaming of being in a big department store shopping for something. All of a sudden I heard this demonic roaring and thought to myself, "Now why would a coo be gaan um in a department store??" Then I burst out of sleep as another window-rattling roar shook the night! I quickly elbowed my poor sleeping husband (rather harsher then necessary - I'm not always tactful when half awake) and boggled "ERLEND I THINK SOMETHING'S GAAN UM IN THE BYRE!!"
She was so loud I could hear her over the howling wind!
Poor man. He bolted up out of bed with a "huh?? whasappaning??" and then heard the roar and said as calmly as anything, "Oh, a coo has calved."
Why does he always get to be so calm??
Anyhoo, gentle tame Coo #14 was gaan absolutely BONKERS - as um as they come! Yet she wasn't attacking her calf. That was good!!
As soon as Erlend stepped outside the wind kicked into full-force and snow began to pour out of the sky. Erlend discovered ANOTHER coo had also calved. But all of the calving pens were full so here we were (I came out to help after taking some time to get dressed in a half-awake stupor) playing "Musical Coos" at 3am in howling winds and driving snow. Thankfully most of them were tame.
We managed to get everyone sorted out in about an hours time - all of the coos were bedded down in their own private pens and their calves were doing fine. We finally crept back to bed and fell into that sleeping-like-a-log sleep that farmers cultivate during calving and lambing season.
We are both TIRED today!
Oh no...I hear boggling in the byre...AND ERLEND'S NOT HERE!! I hate going into that dark creepy byre all alone at night! I have a secret fear. Two secret fears in fact: I am afraid of spiders and the dark.
Posted on Things Go Moo in the Night... at 22:10
Comments
not so secret any more tho.
Ruthodanort from Unst
So...I traded my quiet cabin in the Alaskan woods for the howling winds of Orkney and life on a farm. 
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