TMI!!

The other day Mr. Cowboy asked me to come along with him to a Beef-master workshop. I love tagging along with him most of the time when I'm not into a quilting project. So off we went over 80 miles. Once there, we observed and graded the cattle present on a scale of 1 to 10 so to speak. That was fun and the heifers were mild mannered (easy to handle). Next, we had lunch with a great group of folks while taking shop. But then came to meat of the day...... discussion about breeding heifers. Mr. Cowboy asked me to take notes. Little did I realize the "in depth" reporting that would take place.
If you have been following me for a bit, you know that critters are not my thing even though I was raised and still live on a working farm, so when the talk came to AI (Artificial Insemination) and believe you me, it was very thoroughly discussed, I was cross-eyed and dry mouthed. Mr. Cowboy was eating all the info up because he loves all that stuff. Several times he asked me if I was keeping up writing all the stuff down. If looks could kill, he should have known to back down but he seemed oblivious to my feelings on the matter....sign.

Here are "the babies" at least that's what I call them even though they are a little over two years old, about to endure AI. Look at those innocent faces. You know I named them. Meet Alice, Annie, Amber, Angie Anna, Alicia, April, Amy and Ava.

Mr. Cowboy had better tread lightly. Remember what happen to him when I sold Buzzard Bite. Me and my blogging friends rose up and...... well, it wasn't pretty. 

Stay tuned.