How many more days?

Our days are numbered being our momma's center of attention. Then she is going to let us have a boy of our very own. But she tells us that we are going to have to be good and understanding dogs. Until then she said we can do what dogs like to do. We can run, and dig and chase birds and all sorts of other animals when we get to go to Harold's even if that means mom's gotta deal with the flies and mosquitos. They don't bother us. We like it out at Harold's. Take the lane past the barn and we can run and run and run, and chase herons.

Look hard enough and you can see those noisy grey birds flying away. Mom doesn't always like those birds since they make so much noise, so we thought we would make her happy and see if we could catch them.

Here is Francine. She is a big, old mean cow. But she is very pretty.

Here is the newest little heifer calf. I can't remember how old she is right now. Maybe two weeks old? Cute and curious

And another calf. The little bull (well, for now). There are so much fun to watch play