Everyone - meet Buster.
Buster joined the Digby family a couple of weeks ago, at the start of the coldest weather we've had in the boonies. He seems to be thriving, and this morning he and his mama were pretty close to the house (comparatively speaking anyway) and I was able to grab a couple of pictures.
As you can see, he's totally black, and still a little gangly. But cute! As all babies are.
It's fun to have a baby around the place, even if it's a calf, and someday we'll probably change his name to Ribeye. I'm really quite pleased with how good a mama ole Steak turned out to be - she had Buster completely on her own, and we didn't even realize that she was ready to drop him until Monty couldn't spot her and it was so cold. He found the both of them down in our "pond" out of the wind.
Since Buster is so small, he's already figured out how to just walk under the hot wire fence and escape into the neighbor's pasture to hide amongst the weeds to take naps. When he does this, Steak just kind looks over the fence every now and then, but grazes nearby. When we had snow the other day, my poor husband, who was not feeling well, had to suit up in his insulated coveralls and hike out there to get Buster back into our pasture because he couldn't figure out how to get back under the fence.
Hence the name Buster. As in "get your silly butt back over here buster!"
Last weekend the boys had to walk our fence to pull tumbleweeds off of it so that the hot wire stayed hot, and that's when my eldest determined we had a little bull on our hands. Now we have to figure out when to get him "fixed" because we're not equipped to raise a bull! Nope - I'd like a nice docile steer, thank you very much. One that won't give us too much trouble when it's time to load him up and well - you know.
It's almost time to attempt to start seedlings again. My husband is contemplating putting our greenhouse kit together this week. This would be awesome, because while I am quite proficient at starting seedlings, getting them big enough and strong enough to be transplanted is not my forte. Part of it is not really having a great place with enough light and enough warmth, plus enough breeze to grow them large enough and strong enough without being too spindly and weak. It would be so cool to not have to buy any seedlings this spring!
I probably should sit down today and figure out my garden plan. Since I'm feeling so well with this new chemo regimen, I think I might plant big again. Plenty of tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, onions, taters. I might even try eggplant! And okra - we skipped okra last year, and squash because they put out so much produce and we weren't sure I'd be up to cooking it all the time, and let's face it. Okra and squash just don't freeze all that well. I'm thinking this year I can handle it - as long as I don't let my husband plant too many of them!
It's fun to look forward to gardening again! I'm thinking that looking through my new seed catalogs this afternoon while doing laundry and watching the Olympics is a great way to spend the day.
My husband just asked me how I was feeling. I told him I was feeling pretty good all things considered - that's when he informed me that it had been 5 days since we drained from around my left lung. I would have never guessed - I don't feel like I have anything in there! We'll drain tonight, but I have a feeling that's going down some as well. Woohoo!
It's so nice not feeling sick. Not feeling worn out all the time. Not having fevers every three weeks! I just hope that the taxol is still working at this different rate - and that the Avastin is doing it's job as well. I won't know if I'm still making progress until the 21st. Until then, I'm just enjoying feeling good.
When I'm not trying to get pictures of this little guy!
