- Comments & News
- Cabin Rentals & Rates
- Cooking Classes
- Beef Sales & Cattle
- Berry & Fruit Orchard
- Fine Dining & Catering
- Greer Farm Nursery
- Farmers don't BLOG
- Photo Albums
- About Greer Farm
- Directions To Farm
- Join Mailing List
- Contact Us
- Links
Early This Morning On the Farm
November 04, 2009 - 07:59 AM
I woke up early again today. About 5:00 am. The time change has not settled in too well with farm life. At this time of the morning, you do get to enjoy the beauty and sounds of the farm. Through the open window in the office a bird is calling loudly. I think it is a crow in the pecan tree. In the distance, song birds are in full melody. I took out trash and as the sun came up the trees seemed to be on fire in red, yellow and orange.
Last evening as dark came upon us Eva and I went to Rocky Branch to check the cattle. It is calving season. A bull calf had just been born within minutes of our arrival. The mama hasd lost her first calf last year and this time she was successful. She was licking the calf and making sure it was okay and warm. I am sure it was on its feet soon after we left to get the first taste of warm milk. Another cow, Miss Amber, probably had a calf after we left. She was in the mood and seemed ready. As darkness closed on us the last shots of the sun burned across the green fields and the cattle stood in the stillness eating.
By the farm lake, the forest color is reflected in the still water like a Monet painting. There is more color around the lake at the farm than at the ranch. Each have their own attributes as fall turns to winter. If you sit on a cabin porch, you lose all touch with the world beyond the farm. That is the thought so many leave in the guest register in each cabin. City folks love the quietness of the country. So do we.
This past weekend we traveled to Fort Worth and stayed in the old stockyards. My grandfather sent thousands of cattle through it in the late 1800's until his death in 1908. It is no longer a railroad outpost on the north side of a small city. Today, it is an island in a city surrounded by urban activity. After two days, we were ready to get back to the farm. It was fun, but this is home.
The bird just called again. Calling me to get outside.
It is a wonderful time to be in the country.
Last evening as dark came upon us Eva and I went to Rocky Branch to check the cattle. It is calving season. A bull calf had just been born within minutes of our arrival. The mama hasd lost her first calf last year and this time she was successful. She was licking the calf and making sure it was okay and warm. I am sure it was on its feet soon after we left to get the first taste of warm milk. Another cow, Miss Amber, probably had a calf after we left. She was in the mood and seemed ready. As darkness closed on us the last shots of the sun burned across the green fields and the cattle stood in the stillness eating.
By the farm lake, the forest color is reflected in the still water like a Monet painting. There is more color around the lake at the farm than at the ranch. Each have their own attributes as fall turns to winter. If you sit on a cabin porch, you lose all touch with the world beyond the farm. That is the thought so many leave in the guest register in each cabin. City folks love the quietness of the country. So do we.
This past weekend we traveled to Fort Worth and stayed in the old stockyards. My grandfather sent thousands of cattle through it in the late 1800's until his death in 1908. It is no longer a railroad outpost on the north side of a small city. Today, it is an island in a city surrounded by urban activity. After two days, we were ready to get back to the farm. It was fun, but this is home.
The bird just called again. Calling me to get outside.
It is a wonderful time to be in the country.