Spring means babies

Spring time is awesome. We have babies coming out our ears. Every time I turn around something new, fuzzy and wobbly is prancing around the farm. Last week Wednesday our Jersey, Honey, gave birth to this little lass.

 

 Her name is Shannon and she is a Highland-Jersey cross, which means that she is small, frisky and super soft. Her brother arrived from a neighbor's farm the next day, and we promptly named him Seamus.

It wasn't until later that we remembered/were told that Highland cows were from Scotland, not Ireland and that better names would have been Fiona and Wallace but by that time we had already been speaking to them in Irish accents for about 4 days and didn't want them to have an identity crisis. So Irish highlanders they remain.

Our most recent addition arrived just this morning. Her name is Coco and she is 10 weeks old.

 

You want energy? Oh man. She is all paws, pounce, and pretty awesome kisses. She's what's called a “heading dog” which means that she musters cattle beasts by staring at them, rather than barking like a “hunt away” dog. I had the opportunity to watch some dog trials at the Hamilton fair.  It's pretty impressive to watch. It's the most sedate looking event ever if done right. Man and dog working as one. Simple commands, immediate and silent response. If and when I get another dog, I'm thinking this breed will be on my “dogs to consider” list.