It's a good thing she is as cute as she is, because she turning out to be as sharp as a marble. I have a pretty good deal going with my dairy farmer neighbor: he keeps my cow, Jasmine, we split the AI costs, I get milk whenever I need it. It's almost perfect. Jazzie's first calf was a heifer - Alice - who also lives at the farm. Then it was a whole long line of bull calves until this last Christmas. Because it's a working dairy farm, staffed by a middle-aged farmer and some less than stellar farm help, calves have to transition from bottle to bucket fairly quickly. This has not been an issue until...you guessed it .... Daisy. I have been toddling up to the farm every morning at 6:30 to work with her, trying to kick up that dim bulb - OH! The BUCKET! This has complicated my already complicated morning. Starting January 4, I have new hours, thanks to the Merger From Hell (MFH). I have to go in earlier, which means ratcheting up my morning game. I already get up at 4A, which allows me some quiet time to knit and read my daily journal entry on my path to enlightenment (right Mama Pea?) This also means the doglets are getting breakfast at 6 (no complaints heard so far), then to the farm, then back for my own breakfast, then out to do chickens and sheep, then back in to do a superfast shower, flash dry, reasonable facsimile of work clothes, then out the door for my hour's commute. This seems to work, although there is no room for glitches. And you know there are always glitches.
This morning I walked into the barn to find the farmer with his hair on end and an armful of tools. The water system that waters the cows was not working on a quarter of the barn, so 15 cows were not getting water. Plus it was the morning the milk truck was coming. I put myself in overdrive and fed all the calves (saving Daisy for last because, well, she's as sharp as a marble). Then I grabbed two 5 gallon buckets and watered all the cows in the dry zone (motivated because my dear Jazzie is in that section). Then I rocketed home, snorted down my oatmeal, threw feed at everyone outside and made it in to find...I had no time to shower.
Since there is definitely a slight but noticeable Eau de Cow Barn about me, I am keeping a low profile. TGIF.