Corn and horns

That title reminds me of a story when our son Josh was small because it sounded so cute we never corrected him when he called cow's horns - corns. He was upset when he came home from school because the teacher had corrected him. After that we corrected the kids- but Josh was adorable when he said the cows had little corns.





Any way last week I heard Garry telling a visitor from the city that you can tell how old a cow is by counting the rings on her horns (like tree rings- but you can see them from the outside.) So there is two reasons to have horns on a Ukrainian cow- the first being you can lead her with a rope tied around her horns- or tie her up that way too! Check out these horn photos and see what you think!

Anyway the manure was spread and on Friday the field was disced and cultivated by Maxim.Garry spent the morning selling milk- the tank got empty and he washed it along with feeding the cows and cleaning up- all took a while because Maxim went to the fiels first thing in the morning.

Garry went on a trip to Dnepropejisk to speak to an English class in the afternoon (it is a city on the other side of Dneproetroesk, maybe two hours away.)The girls who teach it were here touring the farm with their parents a couple weeks ago, and were very excited to have their class hear a native English speaker. He says the kids sang Old Garry had a farm to him. The class was not over until eight o'clock, and he stopped at Victor's to pick up the milk cans for Sunday and picked up groceries at Metro on the way home- it was almost midnight when he got home.

The corn got planted today- the big farmer's guys planted it with a newer corn planter today- Garry didn't think it would take as long as it did-He was out there with the seed and fertilizer with the loader tractor. He got home for lunch about 1:30. They had to cut down trees to get the planter in the field, it was so wide. Garry was using the loader for this and ran out of diesel in the tractor- I think he got a ride from someone to go buy some. Hopefully we don't get in trouble with someone again for cutting down trees in laneways- like last April.

Maxim's godfather died unespectantly yesterday after a short hospital stay so he drove to his home village today for the funeral (most funerals here are the day after death.) He won't be back until Sunday, so we are carless until he's back.

Maybe I just have Josh on my mind since he phoned yesterday- looks like we will be in Canada next year at the end of June for a wedding, since that cute little boy is all grown up now, and in charge of the cows in Manitoba.