Sadly these will be the last Maine pictures I will post. Trust me I have a ton more. Let my put a disclaimer here for those who have weak stomachs. On the last day we were there a cow gave birth and I helped pull it. So Rachel took a few shots of me helping pull the calf. Truly there is no blood shown but the front hooves and nose of a calf. So don't say I did not warn you.
The house before the snow.
Here I am helping in the birth. OUt of the last 28 or so births there have only been like 8 heifers. We were glad this was a heifer. The bulls go to auction the heifers we keep, breed and milk.
Her little tongue is sticking out in this one. For some reason this cow would not lay down and give birth so her baby had to drop. Dad pulled her completely out so he could pull her past the gutter.
She is then tied up in front of her mom so she can lick her clean.
Our little library we went to as children
Rachel wanted to have the full effect of the snow with the frightening ski mask.
This is me in front of the truck I fell out of when I was about two. And yes it was moving slowly when I fell out, into a holly bush.
The house after the snow.
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