Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after…
I have always had a soft spot for this nursery rhyme since my name is in it and it is a rite of passage to memorize it in your childhood. Never did I realize it would have “real world” application.
This is Jack & Jill, Roger’s latest arrivals at the ranch-Baby Holstein Cows. (Jack has more black on his face, Jill….well she is just so darn perfect!)
Each spring brings with it a new animal introduction and this year it was Grandpa that picked his latest pet. Last year… it was ducks (thanks Steven), previous year, chickens (thanks again Steven), and then horses (thanks Brian).
It was pretty obvious from the moment they arrived that Roger was in love.
Now, we have the twice daily task of bottle (er…pail with nipple) feeding these cows. Fortunately they came complete with sucking capabilities so they do quite well with the nipple. First you mix the formula (similar to human formula but a gallon per feed per cow). Then comes the hard part, luring one out of the stall at a time to feed them. They no longer can be together at the same feeding because they fight for the food. Roger or Brian handle this with ease every evening on their own (primarily Roger [with his sidekick Sophie]).
But Rozanne and I go together in force each weekday morning to give hay to the horses, water/feed the chickens, let the chickens out for the day, and then, to corner each calf to feed it and then help it chew oats.
Here is the rhymes poetic application. Now it isn’t Jack or for that matter Jill who falls down, it is usually the pail due to high force bucking from Jack or Jill. Without fail it is I or Rozanne that get splashed, no…doused with milk due to the strong instict these cows have to lunge forward at us while we feed them. The milk guzzles out of the nipple at warp speed but still not fast enough for them. Therefore, you must hold tightly to the pail and anchor yourself. Fortunately, the milk smells divine so you aren’t so sad, but you definitely don’t go in their regular clothing for the day. I am always in my sweat pajamas. Ah..then, we get back in the car, shoes covered in cow manure, milk all over your clothes, also hay from the feed or chick wood shavings from their home, and call it a morning. Then you start your regular morning. Such fun!
You know in Young Women’s when they have you write down your life’s goals and aspirations, what you desire in a husband, where/how you want to live, and how many kids you want to have and the crazy teenage names you will name them? Remember, I was going to marry a tall, dark and handsome, have a 6 children, one named Chandler, live in suburban Orem, and live life happily ever after after as a registered nurse working in the operating room… It’s a good thing some dreams don’t come true!
Here is Nana & Grandpa just last night on a date to the ranch (and Sophie this morning!)