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At My Mercy!

 

This afternoon I was in the house working when I got a call from Gene on his cell phone. “I need you to come down here and set up our ladder. It fell.”

Gene and Tim were doing a “get ready for winter” project….. putting a roof over the creep feeder to give the calves some shelter and keep the area from getting so muddy.

Both men were up on the roof and the ladder slid away.  I could “smell” a story!!  I grabbed my camera and as I hopped on the golf cart to go the rescue, I was contemplating the smart remark I was going to make!!! I rather liked the idea that I had them at my mercy!!!

There is Gene perched on the corner of the structure. He reminded me of a cat in the tree trying to figure out how to come down!!! I pulled out my camera and snapped a picture. “I need a new dress and a new car,” I quipped!

I heard Gene say to Tim, “What did I tell you, we are going to be fodder material tonight.” Now what I would liked to have heard is the conversation they had before they called me. I guess they can be glad for cell phones or they might have missed supper and had to spend the night on the roof! I also bet there were some cute pictures I didn’t get of them peeking over the edge trying to figure their way out of their predicament.

I had to get one last parting shot (picture).

 

It was so fun to have them at my mercy!

All Is Well That Ends Well

Our flatbed delivery truck sprung a water leak when out on the road this week. Gene wanted me to go with him in the rollback truck to retrieve it as he knew that it was going to be too big of a challenge to load all by himself.  The important piece of information in this story is that the emergency brake on the flatbed does not work.

We drove to where the truck was parked and Gene backed the rollback into place. My job was to put blocks behind the back tires of the flatbed as he drove it up on the rollback. I had to be very careful and not get behind the truck or get myself into a dangerous position…just in case the truck rolled backwards. The truck did not have enough power to drive up the steep slope of the rollback, it would only go about half way. Gene had me securely block the back tires while he mashed the brake.  After the tires was blocked,  he got out of the flatbed and careful hooked the wrench on the rollback to the under girth of the flatbed. As he wrenched the flatbed forward, I had to keep moving the blocks forward, keeping them tightly tucked behind the back wheels. Finally, we got the flatbed up on the rollback. I breathed a sigh of relief as he raised the bed of the rollback and moved it forward into transport mode.

That was when I suddenly noticed a very distressful situation. The front tire of the flatbed on the passenger side was off the side of the rollback with maybe a skimpy inch of rubber still on the rollback. This was NOT good. We now had a dire predicament. I was sure we needed to call a wrecker to safely pull the truck over a few inches.  I could see no way we could back that truck up and keep the  flatbed from flipping off the truck over onto the pavement.

After a little thought and evaluation, Gene very, very carefully unwrenched the flatbed letting it roll backwards inch by inch, carefully adjusting the steering wheel and me again moving the blocks, this time backwards all the while saying, “Lord, help us” over and over again.  Once it was unloaded, we had to go through the loading process again.  I DECIDED I DID NOT LIKE BEING A WRECKER ASSISTANT as it is too hard on the nerves!  After it was loaded on the rollback and the bed brought up into level position, I was given my second job. I had to sit in the cab of the flatbed-way up high in the sky in a truck on top of a truck-and steer it! This simple feat was accomplished by watching Gene’s upraised finger twitch in one direction and then another.  I could not see the sides of the rollback bed as he wrenched the truck with me sitting in it forward!!! This has a way of making ones heart beat twice as fast as normal. Once into position, I had to keep my foot mashed on the brake until he had the truck securely strapped into place. Believe me, I obeyed, and there is a dent in the floor board where the pedal meets the floor!

I rather enjoyed the ride home. When riding in the cab of the rollback, you are sitting up higher than most of the other vehicles on the road and it feels like you are king of the road with a big load and a good view.

Now my friend, this picture shows the spacing of the tire when the truck is loaded properly.

The Lord did help us and I was so grateful when the truck was safely and properly loaded and we were home.

All is well that ended well.

 

“I Will Remember”

Dark, stormy clouds, driving rain from the east, and a brilliant sun setting in the west made perfect conditions for a rainbow. I kept watching and suddenly, there it was….the sun reflected on tiny droplets of water creating a beautiful arch of seven colors with one end touching down between the woods and silo right behind our house. The spectrum of colors are always the same and in the same order: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.

I have never seen the end of the bow touch down so close.  I tried to get a picture but the rain was blowing in the door and I had to snap fast.

Ancient “folklore” says there is a pot of gold at the end of the bow if you can find it.  But Genesis records “ancient fact”, the real story of the “great flood” that covered the whole earth, covering the highest mountain tops.  Only Noah and his family were spared because they were righteous. The Bible says that God was so grieved at the sinfulness of man that he was sorry that he had created him. When the flood was over and Noah, his family, and all the animals emerged from the ark, they offered a burnt offering to God. God was pleased and blessed Noah and all his future descendants (which includes every living person on the earth) with a promise.

God said, “The rainbow shall be in the cloud and I will look on it to remember the everlasting covenant between God and  every living creature on the earth.”

Genesis 9:16

When God sees the bow in the sky, He remembers His promise.

Do you know what that promise is?

“I establish My covenant with you; Never again shall all flesh be cut off by the waters of the flood; never again shall there be a flood to destroy the earth.”

Genesis 9:11

When I see the bow, I remember that it is a reminder of God’s promise.

It was neat to see the rainbow and remember God’s special promise this evening. I always, always, always, remember the meaning of the rainbow when I see one. I was also reminded again that God sees the rainbow.  He saw it touching our farm. God’s gaze was close at hand and He remembered.  This evening on our farm, God was reminded of a promise he made long ago: a promise that He is and will keep until the end of time.

Whimsical Spring

What a spring!  Officially spring is just around the corner, but it pretended to start way back in February or was it January? Now that it is mid-March, I gave in to my spring fever bug and today I planted lettuce, broccoli, radishes, spinach and onion sets. Well…… confession time, I did “try an experiment” and planted some lettuce and radishes back during those 80 degree days in February just to see if they would make it. The radishes never came up and the lettuce only sparsely. The Red Sails lettuce slips look good but I have had them covered with milk jugs.

With the frigid teen temperatures we had this week, I am watching to see what will happen to the trees, bushes and flowers that have burst into bud.  March is one of my favorite months. Maybe, because it is my birthday month, or it could be because new life is bursting at the seams. Surely it is a relief to wave good-bye to the blustery, wintery cold, and just maybe, it is that burst of new energy and joyous anticipation of summer fun and activities. There is one thing I do NOT like about March. MARCH WINDS! Maybe it would be better to say I have a very strong dislike for March winds and all the millions of twigs I have to pick up from my birch trees.  It is amazing that the trees are not limbless by now!

In the spring everything is a picture; every blossom, sunset, billowery cloud, bird, baby calf,  rain storm, snow squalls, etc. I am posting below some pictures I have taken in February and March.

Morning sunrise from my kitchen window.

 

Sunday afternoon fun.

 

Coyotes crossing the pasture in the middle of the day!

 

One of my mother’s beautiful African Violets

Repair job on the farm

March ice storm.

Ice on the tree tops and trees pushing bud.

This evening…..a rain shower this evening put water droplets on the sunporch window screen.

The sky was dark and stormy and the sun was brilliant as it dropped below the clouds.

The sky was so dark and stormy and the setting sun cast a warm, yellow glow over the homestead.

The cows contently grazing in the pasture.

 

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A Little Push From Behind

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The snow this past weekend made our driveway very icy and slick. The 7 plus inches of snow was light and fluffy but underneath it soon became a sheet of ice. Gene scraped the driveway but because of the frigid cold and very little sun it did not melt, just developed a hard, slick glaze.  Our store is located down a hill just past the house. We had several tractor trailers in on Monday and they needed a little boost to make it back up the hill as they were leaving.

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I saw it as a good illustration of our journey in life.  How many times have I needed a little “push from behind” to get something accomplished, achieve a goal or survive a difficult challenge?

When I was around six, I became the proud owner of my first bicycle.  The excitement soon was replaced by fear but with a little push from behind I soon accomplished riding on just two wheels!

When I was in the fourth grade, the teacher called me into a conference room for a little talk. She needed to know my version of what I had witnessed in an incident involving another girl. I lied to protect my friend and the teacher knew I was lying. She asked me if I wanted her to call my mother. Absolutely not! That little push from behind made me confess the truth and I have been very careful with truth telling ever since.

When I was a young adolescence, the Sunday School superintendent would ask at the beginning of the year how many had read their Bible all the way through the past year. Two very quiet, older women who had very little education always raised their hand.  I noticed and it so touched me that I wanted to be like them.  That little push from behind has motivated me to have disciplined daily Bible reading as I have read through the Bible 40 plus times.

Back in the early 90’s, I was asked to lead the Sunday School department at our church and to be in charge of children’s worship. There was no way I could see myself doing that especially having to follow the lady who very successfully had done it for a number of years with a big children’s musical. I said, “no” but with a little push from behind finally accepted and the following years were a delightful highlight of ministry for me.

In 1978, we experienced the devastating illness and death of our five-month old daughter. During her time at MCV hospital, we were faced with many decisions and questions. One evening in the midst of a very difficult time, our local family doctor called to just check on “us” and let us know he cared and had heard about what we were going through. I poured/cried out my heart to him and when I was done he said, “Just remember, Keith (1-1/2 year old) needs a mommy, but Karla needs a nurse.” That was the push from behind I needed to say no, we can’t bring Karla home from the hospital with a roomful of medical equipment and round-the-clock care.  Oh, the peace that came from that loving, gentle push from someone who dared to see the bigger picture.

About a year after our second son died from the same genetic illness as our daughter, our Sunday School class at church decided to help a family who had just moved to Powhatan and had two Cystic Fibrous daughters. The “motivator” behind the service/care project decided I needed to go see this couple. I honestly wanted nothing to do with them. I did not want to be involved with more sick and dying children. The “motivator” pushed and pushed and finally I agreed to take a meal.  I fell in love with the couple and we became instant best friends. That big shove from behind led to one of the most endearing, God-sent friendships for my husband and I and numerous other opportunities to walk hand-in-hand with grieving families.

In 2011, I had a customer/friend who kept telling me I needed to write a blog about life on the farm. I wasn’t sure I had anything worthwhile to say but she kept assuring me I did!  With her little push from behind, I bravely posted my first blog on January 8, 2012.  Five years,  256 blog posts and 90,255 views later, I am hooked and you are stuck with me!

We never know what a word of encouragement will do for someone who had a little hill in front of them to climb or maybe even a mountain. Sometimes the greatest comes from those who thought they couldn’t.  Sometimes an unforeseen opportunity happens for those not looking.  Sometimes your life passion is unknowingly spurred by another. Sometimes you can’t see over the fence because your nose is pressed against the planks.

I believe the hand of God directs our “push”, bringing people into our lives to encourage, support, direct and give us wisdom. We may never know what a kind, encouraging word can do to help another. That push from behind just may be the stabilizing force that keeps someone from skidding off the cliff or careening down the mountainside.

Thank you to all who have and will “push me from behind”.

A Snowy Weekend

I love the beauty and quietness of snow but for a farmer it means lots of extra work in the cold, raw weather.  Rain, snow, cold or shine, the cattle need to be fed.  Gene is very grateful for tractors with cabs.

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After the snow melts, we can look forward to MUD; lots and lots of squishy, soggy mud! Snow is beneficial to the soil as it is a natural source of nitrogen. Have you noticed how green the grass is after snow melts?  The freezing and thawing also helps to soften the soil.

Snow cancels plans, slows life down and makes extra work for some.  On Saturday the store traffic was reduced to a few brave men in their four-wheel drive trucks.img_2218

Church was cancelled today and we had to change our plans about traveling to a family reunion in Harrisonburg. Instead Gene’s work increased tenfold; feeding cows, thawing water, scraping the driveway (we need to be able to get 2 tractor trailers in and out tomorrow), protecting his equipment from freezing, and filling the wood furnace (I helped with this some).

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Gene says it is exhausting just to tote an extra forty pounds of coat, coveralls, boots, etc. around!

For me snow is a mixture of beauty, a little extra work, sleeping in a little longer than normal, taking pictures, resisting or yielding to the urge to bake, make soup and play board games.  The automatic waterers in the chicken house froze and I had to tote water to my little ladies. I made party mix and resisted the almost irresistible urge to make doughnuts or apple fritters. I knew neither one of us should (diabetic) or needed (watching weight) to eat them. You can’t make them and not eat them!  The grandkids came over this afternoon and Emily, Lauren and I played board games;  “Settlers of Catan” and “Ticket to Ride”.

They say that no two snowflakes are alike. That blows my mind to think of the millions and millions of tiny and uniquely different icy flakes piling up outside.  Isn’t God amazing!

The brightness and whiteness of the sun shining on newly falling snow is blinding. While we are talking about God, did you know he speaks about snow in the Bible, his Word?

  • “Though your sins are red as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.” Isaiah 1:18
  • “Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” Psalms 51:7
  • “His countenance was like lightning and his raiment white as snow.” Matthew 28:3

The first two verses are talking about our sins and when they are forgiven they are as blinding white as snow with the sun shining on it. Dazzling! The third verse refers to Jesus appearance just after he resurrected from the tomb. The guards who were protecting the tomb shook with fear and fell to the ground as dead men.

Through the lens of my camera….taken from the warmth of my house!

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Mid-morning on Sunday the cows came out of the woods where they were bedded down and stood with their faces to the warm morning sun.

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Monday follow-up……

This morning it was a very cold 0 degrees outside. It was a cloudy overcast day and the temperature stayed in the teens. Even though the driveway was scraped yesterday it did not melt. It actually became very slick. We got the two tractor trailers in and out today with a little push from behind. This French man from Canada didn’t speak much English and had a hard time understanding what Gene wanted to do but I think he was happy with the help with the hill.

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October Day on the Farm

This afternoon I rode around the farm, enjoying the beauty of a warm fall day and looking for photo opportunities.

This is the end of October and there is only a slight tint of color to most of the trees.  The leaves are just turning brown and falling without turning color.  I did find one brilliant red tree.

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The cows were laying in the sun by the edge of woods contentedly enjoying the warm late afternoon sun.

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The Cowbirds were hanging out by the thousands around the cows that were grazing.  They were furiously pecking and eating seeds, bugs and shifting through the manure for goodies.  After a few minutes they would flutter to scavenge by another cow, rotating around the pasture.  It was fascinating to watch. They didn’t seem to bother or annoy the cows.

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A young calf just as curious as I was about what those crazy birds were doing!

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If I got to close they would take wing, circle around and land a short distance away. I wonder how they miss colliding in mid-air!

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 Several weeks ago Gene planted some annual ryegrass in the pastures to give some additional grazing for the cattle.

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A final resting place

Additional October pictures

October seems to be the “month of the spider”!

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Fire side and smores.

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Gene planting fall crops.

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Full moon shining through the boughs of the pine tree.

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Beautiful sunset.

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The beauty of God’s creation is all around us; every year, every season, every day.  The canvas may be the same but the artist’s brush paints a stunning, magnificent, oh so uniquely different, picture.

“O Lord, our God, how excellent is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens”.

Psalms 8:1

“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows his handiwork”.

Psalms 19:1

For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities–His eternal power and divine nature–have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.

Romans 1:20

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time there was a large, white,  two story, clapboard farmhouse sitting in the middle of our lawn.  For those  of you who are “Powhatan old-timers”, it was the John “Booker” and Mary “Lula” Webb homestead. (See note at the bottom of the post for a little bit of info about the Webbs).

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This is one of the Webb boys-I forget which one. It may be Percy.

The leaning walnut tree on the left side of the house is still standing.  From day one, I disliked that tree and wanted it cut down. It was hollow, half dead and  leaning. I wanted to help it out of its misery. Gene saw its potential.  Lightning, storms and disease have taken down all the original trees plus some that we have planted, except for that tree.  Since I wasn’t allowed to get rid of it, I planted a maple beside it to replace it when it succumbed; which I knew would be in the very near future. Instead, it was as if the maple gave it a will to live and thrive. It revived itself, sprouting new growth and has stood the test of 45 years just to prove me wrong!! I do believe it will outlive me.

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We were privileged to know some of the Webb family; Percy and   “Aunt” Susie Worsham (everyone affectionately called her Aunt). One of the granddaughters, Vernelle, (Percy’s daughter), lived in California and a number of years ago stopped in for a “trip down memory lane”. The only remnants of her history are the leaning walnut tree, the broken remains of an old well and the dairy barn portion of the house. I am so sorry I didn’t write down the history she told me.  The dirt road in the foreground  went by the front of the house, down through the back pasture, across Thorntons (our neighbor) and ended up on Rocky Ford Rd.

I am not sure of all the timing, dates and families. Someday I will go to the courthouse and do some browsing.  Sometime along the way, the house burned and the Green family living here added a three-room apartment (kitchen, sitting room, bedroom and bath) as a second story to the cinderblock milking barn sitting on the back corner of the lawn. Their intent was for this to be temporary housing while they built a new house. Instead, in the early 60’s they sold the farm to Mr. Allen who added an addition with three more large rooms around the structure. This addition included a kitchen, living room, bedroom and bath. The milking barn portion was transformed into a laundry and second bedroom or office. The house now resembled a tug boat!!! The house had a square two story on one corner with a cinderblock, tar and gravel, flat-roof addition around it.  The inside was very nicely done but the outside was beyond ugly!!!

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The before…..our “fixer upper”

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In 1967, the O.W. Hertzler family bought the farm and in May of 1968, Gene and his brother moved from Newport News to run the dairy. They brought along the farm name, Quarterfield, and painted the outside of the house.

Around the time we were married in June 1972, the screened front porch was enclosed with sliding glass windows.

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In 1977, Gene’s folks added a full upstairs and a new roof covering the entire structure, completely changing the look.  Through the years we have given the house lots of loving care: painted inside and out, added a deck, shutters, gutters, new windows and landscaping. The house has “evolved” into a decent looking house that we are proud to call home.

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For the house, life keeps getting better and better. Each time it has modeled its new look with style and wonders what its owners might do next.  Only time will tell, but for the little house, it dreams of living happily ever after.

 

After…. transformation!  And yes, it is the same house. and it still has the upstairs apartment!

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This picture shows the leaning walnut tree.

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Additional Farm History

Webb Family

John “Booker” (1853-1934) and Mary “Lula” (1858-1940) had eight children: Annie (Tuohy), John,  Alice (Simpson), Percy, Charles, Susie (Worsham), Arthur, and Bernice (Nicholls).

In the 1910 Powhatan County fair, the Webbs were responsible along with other residents for the huge success of the fair. He was one of the prize winners of the Virginia Burley Tobacco.

John was a very strict with his children about the care of his animals and always wanted to make sure they had water. He would take wagon loads of supplies to the “poor house” and the residents would sit on the porch waiting for him to arrive. Meals were served promptly at 6 a.m., 12 noon, and 6 p.m. in the Webb household.

Information taken from Powhatan Heritage Book printed in 2010 by Powhatan County Heritage Book Committee.

Note: This information tells me that tobacco was probably raised on the farm along with a variety of different crops and animals. The daughter who visited remembers milking cows.

We also know that at some point there was a moonshine still on a knoll across the creek in the back corner pasture.  When the Hertzlers purchased the farm they found remnants of it and numerous quart jars-one of which I still have.

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Mr. Green was a farmer and his wife was a school teacher.

Bernard Allen

Bernard was a plumber and he purchased the farm in the early 60’s. He milked cows and purchased a new line of John Deere equipment which were all sold at auction in 1965 or 66. The Hertzlers had restless feet and wanted to move the dairy out of Newport News as the city was encroaching on the farmers. They came and looked at the farm but did not come to the sale. The farm was sold to Hugh Ownby and Eddie Orange, a big cattle broker and re-estate company. They were planning to turn it into a cattle auction facility. Plans changed and in 1967 the Hertzlers purchased the farm. That fall they planted rye in preparation for moving the dairy herd in May.

The Allen boys loved to race cars and used the quarter mile driveway as their racetrack. For years bits and pieces of their vehicles would work their way to the surface in the driveway.

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If anyone has or remembers tidbits of history on the farm or any of these people I would love to know. Pat

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Additional Blog Links

Remodeling Bathroom

My New Sunroom

Down a Country Lane

The Tale of Two Trees

A Good Day

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Yesterday was one of those days.  When we went to bed the night before,  we knew that in the morning  we had more to do than you want to imagine!  We both had a list that needed to be accomplished.  Driving both of us was a beautiful, sunny day before the forecast said it was going to start raining again.  Gene had cut one small field of hay on Saturday afternoon. He knew he had only a narrow window of two nice days before the next rain but he felt he could get it done as he was planning to put the bales in a plastic tube. You want the hay to have more moisture (35-50%) when you tube it.

Gene is an early riser and by the time my feet hit the ground at 7 a.m, he was already hard at it, feeding cows. Of course when there is a time crunch, things go wrong. He had a flat tire on the mixer wagon that had to be fixed so he could get the cows fed.  While he was feeding,  he found a cow with wire wrapped around its head and feet. He had to catch her and cut it off.  Soon afterwards he got a call from Steve, an employee and fellow beef farmer, who had a cow tangled in barb wire and he needed help.

Back on the farm, he tilled my garden with the 6′ tiller so that I could plant.  The ground was still wetter than I like but it is the middle of May and I still do not have my garden planted.  The weather does not look good for another week or more so I felt I had to get it planted in this window of opportunity. The sun was bright and warm with a gentle breeze and by late morning the soil was nice and crumbly.

Just as he was heading to the field to rake hay, he got a call from Mr. Willis saying our big tractor that was in for repair was fixed.  Gene was very happy for that call and left immediately to pick it up as he was really needing that tractor in the hay field.  Back on the farm, he raked the hay, grabbed a bite of lunch and then baled the hay.   Just as he was finishing, Steve arrived from hauling a load of cattle to market and together they gathered the hay off the field.  By 7 PM all 27 bales were tubed and sealed. Done!

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Me. I was just as busy. Between helping in the store and doing chores (fed the pigeons and hens, gathered eggs, and watered the greenhouse), I got my garden planted, strawberries, radishes, onions and asparagus picked, roses fed with Bayer 3-n-1 Rose Care, the bird feeder filled with seed, the deck swept and a strawberry pie with no crust (to help save calories since I am on a diet) made for supper.

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By supper time we were both exhausted, but like Gene said, “it was a good day”. My feet hurt and every muscle in my body ached.  I didn’t get his usual help in the garden today and I had to push out my own rows but like they say, “I got ‘er done”!!! Let me tell you, it was an Advil night!  After checking facebook and email, I crashed on the sofa and Gene stretched out in his comfy recliner. Next thing I knew it was 11 PM!  Gene said I sure did seem to enjoy my snooze! If I had been awake, I can guarantee that I could tell you, he enjoyed his also!!!

 

 

 

Radar

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Yesterday Gene and his nephew, Micah, went to a bull sale at the Rockingham Country Fairgrounds in Harrisonburg. He wanted a white-faced red Hereford to replace “Big Red” that I wrote about in “Big Red’s Last Ride”. It was dark last evening when Gene came home with BBF Harkradar 34X B29, a white-faced red Hereford bull. As Gene backed the cattle trailer up to the pen to unload him, he started making “I am here” big boy bull noises.  He could smell the other cattle on the farm. We put him in a small lot with some younger bulls and heifers for the night and what a ruckus they created. They romped and played and they chased him round and round the pen as they tried to figure out who he was. We decided to call him Radar.

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This morning Gene opened the gate and let him wander into the “big boy” pen where the other bulls are resting and putting on weight before they are turned out to the cows and heifers in a few weeks to begin the intense breeding season.

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He ambered out to pasture as the other bulls came running to check out the new intruder.

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Within seconds, all mayhem broke loose.  Big Boy Angus stumped his feet and pawled the ground throwing dust high in the air while lowering his voice 3 octaves as if to say, “who do you think you are, I am King Tut here” as he stormed out to alert the other bulls who were quietly resting under the trees about the “young squirt” who had just entered their domain.

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The bulls/steers in the feedlot pen beside the bull pen went absolutely berserk.  Radar was more concerned with them then he was the bulls and became very vocal as he expressed his manhood. We sure were glad there was a very hot electric fence in between but held our breath it would suffice.  (You can see the action in the video at the end).

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Forget Radar…the bulls barely acknowledged his presence in the field. Instead, they instantly went after each other; bullying, dualing it out, heads locked together, their testosterone raging!

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The white-faced bull is a home-grown offspring of “Big Red”.

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While the big boys dualed it out, Radar wandered around checking out the turf before finally getting into the tussle.

Radar was born September 19, 2014 in Goochland, VA.  We thought it was neat that he got to come back east to make his home 30 miles from where he was born and raise.

Click on the link below to watch a video of the bulls in action.

 

Follow up note: The next morning all was peace and calm in the bull pen. Maybe they simply worn themselves out or else they figured out their status quo…. at least for this moment!

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