Vicki Lane's Blog, page 555

But It's Really All About Ali Ali...

This was Marigold when we brought her home almost two years ago. And here she is today, a mother and a milk cow.  Ali Ali has watched the goings on of the past few days with unabashed disapproval. Why, he asks, is this silly cow getting all the attention? Why are my people spending all their time with her? After all, it's all about ME, isn't it?

Once they got a whiff of the fresh warm milk, Ali Ali and Otis both decided that perhaps there was something to all of this cow foolishness. Now if Claui would just set that pail down so a dog could get his face in it . . .

Now She Is a Cow

On Tuesday, Marigold the heifer gave birth, thereby becoming a cow! Bubba's a healthy little bull --who looks like his Devon sire.
These two pictures are from Wednesday -- and the first milking.

Below is a slide show of the birth with captions, for those who might be interested. A little earthy, perhaps, but that's how birth is...

Blog Tour - Fourth Stop

Fourth and next-to-last stop on the Day of Small Things whirlwind blog tour. I'm doing an interview over at Blind Pig and the Acorn -- Tipper Pressley's wonderful down home take on all thing Appalachian.  I'd be proud for you uns come along, if you've a mind to.

It won't be up till around 7 AM -- US eastern standard time. And there will be another drawing for a copy of the new book.

AT LONG LAST!!!

Huzzah!!! It's out!  Birdie's book hits the shelves today!
Like any anxious mother, I hope the world will be kind to my latest creation I have pansies to plant . . .and the corrected and revised manuscript of Under the Skin to return to my editor.I won't see it again till it's in page proofs and I'll read through one more time, hopng to catch every last typo. It's one of the many oddities of publishing that now, as I begin visiting book stores and libraries to talk about The Day of Small Things, it's Under the Skin that is fresh in my mind.



My heartfelt thanks to those of you who've suffered with me through the borning of Birdie's book. You have kept my spirits up when thing were difficult and you've been kind enough to follow me as I go roving to post on other blogs.  A thousand thanks -- you all are great!  

Blog Tour - Third Stop

I'm off to the third stop on my Book Blog tour.  Today I'm at Meanderings and Muses, talking about Fierce Old Women I have known.

You all have been so good about commenting on my guest stops -- know that I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. 
And yes, there'll be yet another drawing for a fresh copy of The Day of Small Things. Leave a comment  over there to be entered.

A Real Man

 

Not original -- but it gave me a giggle when someone forwarded it to me. I did take the picture of the moon though.  

Natural Dilemma

A Monarch butterfly, struggling in a web . . . Of course I released it . . . But then I felt bad for the hungry spider. . . 
Sometimes it seems that the beautiful people get all the breaks.l
 Click to biggify slide show and see captions!

Niche Marketing

I was intrigued by this new appearance on the Marshall by-pass and stopped for a closer look. The cross made of horseshoes is pretty nifty. And when I got home, Mr. Google informed me that this is a growing movement -- and I wondered, do any other countries have this sort of thing with churches directed to a certain segment of their population -- based on avocation rather than belief??  
I'm not trying to say this is a good thing or a bad thing -- I just find it an interesting phenomenon.

Our Movie Star Cow

This is Poco, the Jersey cow that wanted to be a star.   The movie SONGCATCHER (2000)  was being filmed in our neck of the woods and they were looking for a milk cow to decorate the set and be part of a scene with Aidan Quinn. One day we got a call from the person in charge of such things, saying that they'd heard we had an attractive milk cow and they'd like to rent her for two or three weeks.

We weren't milking her at the time -- she was just lounging about the pasture -- so we were quick...

Autumnal Equinox 2010

Smack in the middle Of the eastern horizonAutumn's sun rises. Tiny drops of dewShine with reflected glory;Trees throw up their arms And shout Hosanna To the morning. Fall's rich lightLies across the land.