June the second, 11 am in These titles mean nothing.

Lovely day.
I’m full of eggs and mixed veggies and coffee/cocoa.
I like to buy big bags of frozen mixed veggies. Both big stores, Walmart and Woodmans, have 3 lb. bags of either stir fry or general veggies. I cook a cup or two of them for my morning scrambled eggs and also to add into whatever meaty, stewy combination I make.
Since I gave up pop, and treated myself to a new coffee pot, I make a pot of weak coffee - I buy a restaurant blend in a foil sack that lasts for months at Woodmans. Then I put one tablespoon of non-sugar added cocoa mix in to flavor fake sweeten it. My coffee pot holds a quart of coffee or hot water so I a glass pint glass twice. I almost always run a pot of water through the pot and have weak coffee for a second round. I figure giving up soda means you need to get water from somewhere. I also have two Smart Water bottles, one bigger, one smaller, that I freeze well water in and drink through the day.

I’ve been out with Jim and Lib to feed Floyd and Pink - they are growing and have lovely personalities. Just this week they were joined in the barn by a new young red bull who I’ve named Eddie. He’s came from the farm what used to be Eddie Ryan’s. That was where my classmate Mary grew up.

My dad had several Eddie Ryan stories - Eddie was a small man. He was drafted during WWII. My dad’s youngest brother was a strapping guy with a heart. He said that if he were with Eddie, he would help him carry his pack and equipment. Eddie landed at Normandy in the early days after June 6, 1944. He came home and married a pretty girl from a family of pretty girls and had a bunch of kids including Mary. Eddie is the farmer who one spring day came into eat dinner - not lunch - declared himself retired and called the neighbor to rent the farm. He lived to be an old man. When I was going to the fitness place in town I would talk to a brother-in-law of his - who when asked about Eddie, said he walked a mile on a treadmill and did the crossword puzzle in the newspaper every day - there was a third thing that I really wish I could remember.

So Eddie the bull is in with Pink and Floyd. He would like a bottle or pail of milk replacer too, but he gets a tub of water and part of an oats bale and ground corn. He knows there are cows outside but they aren’t ready for him. He’s waiting. Bulls play a waiting game in the spring. They can’t be let out with the cows until nine months before you want next year’s calves to be born. We have three bulls, one for here, one for Joana’s and one for the rented pasture. Eddie will go to the rented pasture. I am so happy to have a Hereford bull, I love red calves - the ones with white accessories. Most of our cows are either black or black white faces so a lot of Eddie’s calves will be black too. That’s ok. I like black white faced calves as well. Pink has a white face. Floyd is all black.
Ok - that’s enough bull and calf stories.