Friday, February 23, 2018

Rocket's Baby Pictures

Rocket was a hearty eater (well, milk drinker) from his first morning and perhaps the fastest growing calf I've ever seen. He was eating hay at two weeks old. Luckily, his mama produces a lot of milk and is an excellent mother:

He spent a lot of time sleeping his first week, and Scarlett, his mom, made sure he always had a bed of hay to rest on:

I began carrying a bowl of grain out to him, but he preferred to try and eat Jasmine's bowl. At those times when he figured out the correct procedure, though, he enjoyed eating some grain:

 He was a cutie, right from the beginning:

 He soon learned to sneak into the barn and eat the indoor hay. Sometimes Remy allowed him to stay there, and sometimes Remy chased him back outside:

At two weeks, I lured Scarlett into the barn with grain, then closed the door on her to keep her inside. The neighbors came over and helped me capture Rocket, then tattoo his ears and give him an ear tag. It's wonderful to have such helpful, friendly neighbors:

The next morning, he began to take an interest in grain, but none of the big cows (not even Scarlett) let him have any:

 I tried to bring him out his own bowl, but given the recent tattooing incident, he didn't trust me. Look at that chest he was already growing!:

He was alert and smart enough not to get caught again for another tattoo. He also began running in big circles through the snow, just for fun:

 I checked on him often and learned not to panic if at first I didn't see him, for he was likely to be sleeping behind one of his gigantic aunties:

 Little Rocket is growing rapidly and showing much promise. I am pleased:

Thursday, February 22, 2018

County Route 49 In Brasher, New York

I crossed the St. Regis River from the town of Stockholm to the town of Brasher, NY on a short section of County Route 49:

And passed by a small shed and two old, abandoned silos:

This old farm house sits close to the edge of the St. Regis River:

And the St. Regis River runs for quite a distance along this section of road. Its surface was frozen and snow covered, so in many places it was hard to tell where the land ended and the river began:

I was struck by this section of snow laden tree. Once I got a closer look at the picture, however, I noticed that the entire top section of the tree was missing, probably lopped off by the power company so as not to endanger the power line:

A ranch style home with a double garage. These are folks who, like me, enjoy country living:

Rows of hay bales. I didn't see any cattle, but I'm sure they weren't too far away:

A steel-clad barn in such good shape that I couldn't tell if it was of new or old-but-restored construction:

A small, old house with a big porch and a Cedar tree, up on a hill:

A dump truck in a field full of small piles, apparently fill from some other site:

A small shed in the woods, perhaps a hunting cabin from long ago. There didn't appear to be much left of it anymore:

I ended my brief driving tour at this pleasant home. I don't know what that tower behind it is, but I suppose it must be some kind of antenna: