I hope the silence means that every one had a lovely Thanksgiving. We had a house full and a wonderful time, too much food, lots of silliness. My windows are all decorated with window crayon pictures: a witch with a big heart in the kitchen, Christmas trees on a couple of windows, whales with butterflies in their tummies, a turkey 'pooping' eggs (as Erin says), an alligator, a bat chasing a bug and a tree. The kids put up the Christmas tree, which meant rearranging the furniture. I was good, I didn't move anything, just did some directing.
The snow that they have been talking about may miss us entirely. We are having rain and warmer weather today, cooling off again for the weekend, but not so cool that it will mean anything to measure. It has been one of the warmest Novembers on record and seems determined to continue thus to the end.
Stan has opened the big silo and will be feeding out of both of them to mix up the feed a little. The cows seem to like the idea. We're shipping around 70 pounds a day per cow right now. He'd like to get that up a little. The young man who does relief milking was home from school over the holiday and came one night to milk. He said he missed his cows and told Stan that we do not have bad cows. I guess the place that he's been working on has some horrendous bossies.
