planning for steer making

Yesterday, Dan went to Jamie's farm (the guy we bought our cows from) and helped him separate cows and their young, and move breedable stock in with the bull. Well, they tried moving the bull and he wasn't interested. When a several thousand pound bull bucks and fights with you, apparently, you leave him be.
Jamie lent us a few 12 foot gates and Dan has set them up in the barnyard pasture in the form of a small corral, using the barn as part of the enclosure. One side is open and that is where we will feed them hay and water them for a while. We need them to get used to going into the enclosure because soon it will be time for banding them - make them into steers.
They are starting to get rough with each other. The one tagged w/#11 (or Hamburger, as Abby named him) got his tag torn out of his ear at some point, I assume when they were 'rasslin-round' with each other. They are sometimes pretty interested in the "gal-cow" next door.
Dan cleaned some of this things off of shelving we had in the barn. I'm going to put the shelving in side my back glass door and start a little greenhouse. I definitely want to be more in control this year of when I have my garden coming in. As in NOT all at once! Hoping to fine-tune my salsa recipe and take a run at selling more of that. So, I need to dig into my garden plans and the seed books and get some decisions made about that. Also, need to get going on my research about what to do with my apple trees. They need severe help! And the grape vine...........so much to do - But, still having fun! Thank you, Lord!

Old Farmers

I love old farmers! I love to see them working in the fields, driving their huge machines down the road (except when I'm in a hurry behind them!) or walking out to get their mail. I am jealous of their knowledge and years of experience. I can't wait until we are 'old farmers' and when we know a thing or two - as opposed to now....Reading on every subject, asking opinions from those who have gone before, trying, failing or succeeding, then trying again. But that part is fun, too!

the tears won't stop

One of Molly's children died at Montana de Luz. She loved him very much. He fought pain and sickness so much of his young life. There is no pain now for him. Only for those left behind. The pain of mourning mixed with the joy of KNOWING Deybi is now being held in Jesus arms. And I am jealous. No more suffering, or confusion of this life. No more battles. Only peace, love and joy. Only the Father's love.
Forgive me, Father, for being so discontent with what I have. I am so blessed.