Therefore, I found myself dashing out before chores to snap a few. I was hoping to get some photos of my brother, Seth's, calves, but that did not happen.
My grandpa has been building a miniature old west town by his house. Last year he and my grandma built a rustic cabin to use for any company, but specifically for my uncle and his family of seven (soon to eight).
This year, Grandpa decided the cabin was lonely with just an outhouse for company (which we really use on occasion).
So he proceeded to build a western style building for his hit and miss engines. Then came a second building for his pedal tractors.
And we all thought that was the end of it. But, lo and behold, he began a third building, to be used a mock general store. He insisted the project would left until next spring….not so. It is almost completed as we speak.
Anyway, my brother wasn't ready to help me with calf photos, so I wander over to Grandpa Town and took some photos of the buildings and Grandpa working.
I also took some of the overloaded apple tree, and the cabin which started this whole thing J
Then, Grandpa left to get his cows up into the pasture for the night. He was having trouble with one cow, so I went to help.
Long story short, we ended up chasing them all over 35 acres. A couple days ago, one of the cows calved. She was a first time mother, and the calf kept getting lost.
He finally disappeared for good and he has been missing for several days. We all thought he was dead. No newborn can survive for four days without milk. And there are coyotes in the woods.
Well, running through the woods to help us, Lydia found him! Alive! Surpise!
But, apparently the mother has been feeding him, but keeping him hidden, which is unusual for cows to do. He was healthy as a horse!
Before I could think to jump on him, he dashed away and disappeared into thin air it seemed.
I walked the fence line and finally found him hiding inside a picker bush, nestled against the fence.
I thought I had him cornered for sure….but he jumped up and of course, found the only hole my grandpa and uncle had missed when fixing fence this spring.
As of right now, he is still loose on our neighbors property. He is a miniature cow (yes, there really is such a thing) so finding him is nearly impossible in the weeds and trees. He barely comes up to my knees.
We left his mother loose in the hope that he will get hungry enough to find her. We will try to find him again tomorrow.
So all that to say, I did not get the pictures I intended to this evening! Below are a few photos of the western town and cabin to tide you over until I can get pictures of Wild Willy, as my grandma appropriately named him!
Which is your favorite? Wouldn't you love to have this town in your backyard?