Well yesterday was a work day at the farm, like every other day, but this time there were helpers to do some of the 10,000 things that need to be done including fixing some fences and reattaching a blown-off roof to the buck shed and clearing the brush from the hot wire and so on.
Anyway it was supposed to also be picture day for Wronny's bucklings, Gulliver and Halfway. But right at the start of the work day the farmer let them out to browse the barnyard with Wronny. One of the kids was supposed to be watching them, I won't name names but it was Seth. The reason he was supposed to watch them is if you don't watch them they toddle off after they have drunk about a gallon of milk and they find a hiding place and they conk out like a light into a milk stupor and then you can't find them. Once they are in a milk stupor they sleep for hours.
Anyway after about five minutes the farmer asked Seth where they were because Wronny was walking around without them and Seth said, "who?"
Okay so they were gone and at first the farmer looked for them halfheartedly in the usual places - behind the sheets of plywood, over by the log pile, under the fence posts, etc. Then the farmer forgot about them. The whole morning ticked by.
Then the farmer started looking for them wholeheartedly and even then they couldn't be found. After five or six hours people started to get a little nervous. Perhaps they have been snatched up by an eagle or something or joined the circus.
Okay anyway no thanks to the farmer they were finally discovered under the porch of the main house where they had been planning to enjoy an 8-hour milk stupor but after only six hours they were dragged out into the light of day and returned to their rightful owner, just as everyone was getting ready to leave.
So they didn't get their pictures taken. If they had it would have been a picture of two fast-asleep bucklings, both exceedingly strapping and handsome, one black with white trim and his father's quizzical expression, and one with a big white belly band like a giant Oreo cookie.
So if you can picture that in your mind's eye it will have to do for now.
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I'm glad they did not join the circus or they may have been forced into child labor riding the backs of Circus ponies. As for the latter picture, we have in mind a Belted Galloway cow. Are you absolutely certain the father is who Wronny says he is? I'm just sayin'...
I live in Ithaca right by Cornell, and have been watching the baby herons and the baby hawks on the Lab of Ornithology bird cams, and it is addictive by the way, but also the feeding stupor apparently crosses all types of species. The herons are especially funny - one of the chicks will eat a fish that perhaps is slightly too big for it's stomach, and it will stand up straight trying to deal with this problem while also dissolving into a food coma. They look drunk. Perhaps a goat cam is needed....
I can't wait to see the portraits!!!
I'm certain they're adorable!
I am picturing the bucklings in my mind as I celebrate their very existance with a huge glass of milk and a half package of double-stuffed Oreo cookies. Then I will continue the solo party with a mid-afternoon nap. I love celebrations!
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