Baaaa...baaaa....

I love our cattle. I really do. I love the babies in the spring time - it is my absolute favorite time of year.



He's talking to me...I just know it.

They all have their own special personalities. Some are loving; almost like a pet. Others are quite spunky, and some are curious. Some, well, they are a combination.



This little guy is all three. He's the sweetest of all the steers, but he's a tad bit curious, which I'm afraid will get him in trouble one of these days.

I love our cattle, but I have also developed a love for another creature. So simple they are. So curious they are. I love them.

Sheep.

Yes, sheep.



How can you not love these little, woolly creatures? They are much like humans. When they aren't sure of something, or someone, they hide.



But then they peek...because they are curious.

They can't do anything by themselves or they panic. They have to go in pairs (kind of like women going to the bathroom).

When they figure out you are trustworthy (and that you are the two-legged sheep that brings them their food), then they love you. They want to play. They try to chew on anything and everything. They stare...



I don't know if it is their cute, fuzzy faces, or their likeness to humans that I love more. It doesn't matter. I just love them. And they love me...and my camera...

Oklahoma Strong

I had an idea for my next post...cute, lots of pictures, and very random. In the midst of my brainstorming, the unthinkable happened. An EF4 tornado ripped through Moore, Oklahoma.

When I first heard the news, I was very concerned...my in-laws and nephews live south of Oklahoma City. When my panicked, online searching provided me with the answer I was looking for (their town was not affected), I was immediately relieved. However, when pictures started pouring in of the devastation in Moore, my heart was heavy.

I pray for the people who lost homes...

I pray for the people who lost loved ones...

I pray for the little children who perished in the elementary school...

I thank God for the heroism of ordinary people - many lives were saved because of them...

I thank God for the police, firefighters, EMT's, and health care workers...

On a personal note, I thank God for the selflessness of my brother-in-law, Tom, who at 9:00 last night drove to Moore to help. He helped as a fireman, as a doctor, and as a father and husband. I'm proud of you Tom, and I'm proud to call you family.

Spring Planting

It's spring...animals are having babies, trees are budding, the grass is green, and the tractors are running. Full speed. As many other farm wives can attest, we take second (sometimes third or fourth) fiddle to the seed salesman, mechanics, and the dirt. It's okay...It's only for a short while, and to be honest, I love it. I wish I knew more about planting so I could be out there with him. My farmer. My husband. My life. But, someone has to keep the home fires burning, take care of the kids, and feed the family (including hired men). I am happy to accept that challenge.



A challenge it can be. There are no such things as plans. They get thrown out with every rain shower, hail storm, or string of warm, sunny days. Even heading out to the field to feed my husband can turn into an hour long event. Take last night for example. I had no major meal planned, as I was subbing at the school yesterday. Pizza it was - my back up plan. I hopped into my truck and headed to the field.

As I was only planning on delivering food I did not dress for anything more. I had on my sweats, t-shirt, and flip-flops. Not ordinary field wear. My farmer stopped, turned around, and said, "I need to fill the planter". For those that don't know, that really means "you and I" are going to fill the planter. So I wade through the freshly planted dirt (which feels amazing between my toes), start the seed tender and watch my farmer fill the planter. In short time he was finished, I gave him his supper, and I was on my way to feed our friend, our hired man for a few days, Tim. But wait...

My farmer is almost done with the beans at our home farm, so my next instructions were to wait for him at the south farm after I fed Tim. Okay - called my girls, informed them of the new "plan", and I was on my way. I cranked the radio in my Ford truck and sang my little heart out! I love that time by myself. I can sing as loud as I want, and nobody can hear me - it's amazing!

I arrived at our south farm, and to my delight a golden eagle was flying overhead! My girls call me the "bird stalker". I love them. All of them.






This isn't the eagle...it's our blue jay. I just really like this picture.

I waited for a while, and then my farmer called...I went TOO far south. So I drove BACK to where Tim was...in the middle of a field. You know what that means - 4-wheelin'! There's nothing quite like clicking into 4-wheel drive and plowing through a field. Especially when there are no tracks to follow - I just made my own. Kind of like life. :-)

Back to my farmer...he says the sweetest things. He looked me in the eyes last night while we were filling the planter and says, "I'm glad you're not a priss...you're a farm woman".

Melt my heart...