As y'all may remember, we have a small hole in the roof of the cow stall. All the ice has been melting into that hole it seems and this is also where the cows like to do their business. We need a truckload of barn lime and an industrial febreze to help us dry it out to muck it out. The smell is atrocious and the coos attitude is definitely affected by it.
Supposedly, we're getting sun tomorrow. I sure hope so! Ciarán needs to learn who I am and I need to get as much kid time as I can before they find new homes. Bring on the sun!
