There has been a story circulating in the media about a cow wearing a bra. Basically the lady in question had two rear teats which are a bit close to the ground, so her calf tends to suck the front two teats because it’s easier. So the farmer put a bra over the front two teats which means the calf cannot get to them and has to suck the rear teats first.
At this point it’s worth taking a diversion into dairy cow breeding. When I was a child, AI in cattle was just taking off. Now dairy farmers had always tried to breed cows who had a good grip on their udder and with hand milking, wanted a cow to have a teat of reasonable length. Also if the cow is suckled the calf wants a teat that is of a certain optimum size. To small and it’ll struggle…
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A new pet for Cindy and her husband.
I have been distracted lately because we have been making the rounds of rescue organizations looking for a dog.
We were getting overwhelmed with choices, when I decided to look at cats for a change. I am both a dog and cat person, my husband is also, but he is predominantly, Dr. Cats Knoke, “The Feral Cat Herder.” Some of you may remember this post about Jim’s core “catness.”
Dr. Cats Knoke: The Feral Cat Herder~
Anyhoo, The Holler’s local veterinarian referred us to a non-profit organization run by a network of volunteer feral kitten foster parents called, “Love Your Feral Felines (LYFF).” LYFF rescues feral cats with kittens, and separates the kittens at 6 weeks to be raised by foster families so they don’t become feral like their mammas. Feral Mama’s are spayed and returned to where they were, or adopted out as barn cats in their barn cat program.
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The kind of people now running the government. They want to make things harder for the poor. We need to vote in November or this will continue.
Paul Krugman is an economist who has taught Economics at MIT, Yale, and the London School of Economics. In 2008, he won a Nobel Memorial Prize in Economic Sciences. This man obviously knows of what he speaks. He is also a columnist for the New York Times. His column today, titled Let Them Eat Trump Steaks, is about the current administration’s efforts to rob low income people of any and all benefits. His words grabbed me and I felt it was something worth sharing.
In general, Donald Trump is notoriously uninterested in policy details. It has long been obvious, for example, that he never bothered to find out what his one major legislative victory, the 2017 tax cut, actually did. Similarly, it’s pretty clear that he had no idea what was actually in the Iran agreement he just repudiated.
In each case, it was about ego rather than…
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Another great post from Jill Dennison about “Good people doing good things.”
Yesterday, I was literally in a fit of rage, even my fingertips were spitting and sputtering, as the man-who-would-be-king did his best to send me to my ash bottle in a fit of apoplexy. And then … I remembered that today is Wednesday and that I needed to start work on my weekly ‘good people’ post. At first, I thought “No way!!!” … but then I remembered the words of several of my friends and fellow bloggers who, just last week, told me that this feature may be among the most important things I do – reminding us all that there are, indeed, good people out there who care about others. And so, I picked myself up, dusted my knees, took a deep breath, and went in search of. And today, I find my inspiration to be better, to do better, comes from young people, as it so often does…
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Another post with two stories for the price of one. There’s a continuance of the enthralling “Criminal Mimes” thriller. If you thirst for more of Russell’s hilarious humor, go to the top of the blog and click on BOOKS.
Have you ever noticed that when a bug hits your windshield they always splatter directly in the center of your field of vision? This “accuracy of aim” occurs far too often to be purely coincidental. I suspect they are graduates from Kamikaze Insect Institute who are intent on delivering their payload where it makes the most impact.
A close friend of mine would always make keen observations like, “It took guts to do that,” or, “I bet he doesn’t have the guts to do it twice.” Another favorite is, “What’s the last thing that passes through a bug’s mind when he hits your windshield?” I’m sure you can guess the answer. If not, bug me about it in the comment section.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our hostess is the renowned author and artist, The Belle of Belton, Shelley Kohlen Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in…
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Part I of “Butterfly Suicide” by Kawanee Hamilton
There will be a series of short stories in this book. This is just the start of one of them. 🙂 I hope you like it. I have the cover art all planned out in my mind already 🙂
Driving a bus was a dull job, but it kept the bills paid and allowed Carl Kindly with his middle-age paunch and bum knee to support his family. He had no complaints, for the most part. No one wanted to ride the poorly air-conditioned bus so they escaped back into their phones as soon as they could if they’d even bothered to look up from them at all. Today, they were running late, Carl swung the big bus wide to take a corner and sped down the street. Up ahead was the busy section of town, he could see people getting up from the benches as he approached, but a flutter of movement drew his…
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A mystery story this time told by Tallis Steelyard and penned by Jim Webster.
It was perhaps ten years ago now. I can remember Ansi Cornwallah working on Stonecutter Wharf. He was a nice young fellow, originally from somewhere near Prae Ducis in Partann. He’d lived in Port Naain for about a decade. He’d fitted in well and felt at home here. Indeed he had married a local girl three or four years previously. At the time I first met him; his wife had just given birth to a daughter. I came across him because his workmates were virtually frogmarching him into one of the quayside bars to drink to his good fortune. It wasn’t they were expecting him to pay; they were willing to stand him a drink. Yet he was one of those men who are so dutiful, so hardworking, that he felt it was wrong to do this when they should be working.
Anyway he stuck in my mind after that…
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