Monday evening the cow got escorted into the barn for the winter. Fudge, on the other hand, is a bit strong-willed so I just let her make her own way in, in her own good time. Actually it wasn't too bad. I left the electric fence open while I was dealing with the cow, and eventually Fudge wondered out, and following Moonlight's bellowing made her way into the barn. I had a bit of a wrestle to get her into her own stall, and with the exception of a single trampling of my foot, all went relatively well. Fudge is somewhat disgruntled since now she's completely cut off milk, but at least I finally have a regular supply of milk in the house. Hey, I believe letting her be milk fed for 11 months is quite long enough. Boy, oh, boy, that will be lovely beef. I taped her last night on a dairy Holstein tape, on which she measured out at 902 lbs! Now, considering that she is part Limousin, and looks the spitting image of her daddy, I dare say she weighs more than that! Her neck is way bigger that her mother's, and she stands almost as high! An incredible animal.
I might as well confess. Yesterday afternoon, after a lenghty nap, as I was going downstairs, I slipped and had a terrible fall. Spilled my coffee and everything! Hubby freaked of course, but I did appreciate his help getting me up off the floor and onto a soft chair. I smashed my left elbow and butt bone just below the cheek, which makes it extremely sore to sit. The scariest part, however, was how dizzy I felt after I managed to sit down. But I am in one piece and working for the next three days.
The kittens all got bathed last night, because I discovered fleas. Not so good, since the fleas had to be picked off by hand. I couldn't use the flea shampoo on them because they're too young. This morning I clipped their little bitty sharp claws. They're seven weeks old now and wildly playful, oh my goodness. Funny, too. Soon I'll be finding them new homes.