Tuesday, 6 April 1999
Fujitsu
I got e-mail from Teresa yesterday inviting us to stay for fujitsus when we take the kids home. I had to really, really think about that, but finally gave up and wrote back, "what the heck are fujitsus?" The mystery is solved. That is what her spell checker tries to make out of fajitas -- she says she meant to click on ignore. I keep saying I'm easily amused, but for some reason, I laugh out loud whenever I think of fujitsus. Her old spell checker turned fajitas into faggots.
It was certainly a lovely day for an outing to the country, nearly perfect. The wind rippled across the sea of wildflowers at the sides of the roadways and in the meadows -- really made me want to dive right in. We were looking for a good wildflower patch to stop and photograph, but kept passing them before we had time to stop. So, we'll get some good photos this weekend.
There were babies everywhere, baby cows, baby horses, baby goats -- ok, I know. There were calves, colts and kids everywhere. Personally, I fell in love with the baby goats, er kids. They are just too cute and I sure didn't want to leave them alone. They were born last Saturday and already had some climbing skills as shown by this little guy dancing on the barrel. They all seemed to want to be on that barrel and took turns butting each other off and stepping up on stage.
Speaking of babies . .man, they do AWFUL things to those calves. Calf roping looks pretty interesting and all, but when you get out onto the real ranch instead of at the rodeo, there is a reason that they do all that roping stuff 
and it isn't practicing for the rodeos. They cut the horns off (they don't like that at ALL), give them shots, brand them and if the poor unfortunate one happens to be a boy, they cut his balls off, too! (and I'm not even going to tell you what they do with them, but I am ~never~ going to eat chicken nuggets again.) No wonder they bellow like hurt calves.
Here's Gaspar feeding the orphans.
I stumbled across another garden journal today called The Ungulate House Garden Journal by a girl named Jeliza. She's in Pittsburgh. You all know by now that I'm a gardener wannabe so I absolutely love reading other's garden adventures -- especially when photos are involved. This girl has photos and promises even more.
