Farming Chit Chat sticks it to six.

Base price wrote: »

He is off to Thailand for a months holiday :eek::eek::eek: before heading to Aus with 3 other national school friends for a year work/holiday Visa.
He left a permanent job in a well know pub/nightclub in Dublin

Friend of Mine jacked in a promotion with a big accounting firm in Dublin to go travelling.

J DEERE wrote: »

Gone nearly 4 years myself now. The goodbyes at the airport are the hardest of it I've found. Very lucky to live in an age where we have skype, FaceTime, whatsapp Facebook and viber etc

That's why I just dump the brother at the doors to the airport say good luck and be gone
But I can see why it would be different ifvit was my sons going

Be gas to see now the outcome! Hopefully a set of healthy twins!

Kovu wrote: »

Asked Dad about three weeks ago if there was any chance of X cow having twins as she looked heavy- wouldn't be a surprise as she's had three sets already. ''Not atall'' says Dad. ''Sure she's full of silage.''
He was cleaning down the slats this morning and he proclaims afterwards that he thinks X cow might have twins.
Auld fellas :rolleyes::D

A cow and a heifer went calving yesterday evening and I went cleaning a shed for them , along comes himself and said out to phuck with them sure how would they manage with the rain if they were out in the wild ! One of the calves looks miserable enough this morning and he said we should have left them in the feed passage last night and he'll never have a cow calving this time of the year again even though when he was ai'ing them he claimed a Christmas calf is grand to have . I'm a saint not to have murdered him at times !

inthepit wrote: »

With the auld fella here I have come to the conclusion that there's two ways to do a job.
His way or the right way.

If there's a hard way to do a job my ould lad will do it that way. He loves his hardship

Agree with whelan here. Was up to my tits yesterday and it was starting to look like a late evening when the father comes around to the shed I was in, knowing full well how busy I was and says "that gate on the back of the crush is broken and the round gate could do with a spot on the fastener when ya have the welder out". This was at 6:30 yesterday evening and I after being at work all day soaked to the skin and a bloody epidemic of scoury calves on my hands.

I had a litany in my head ready to let loose with but just thought, you know what its not worth it. I just laughed and asked which of these calves should I leave undone for the welding. Off he went then calling me a smartarse.

They are a rare breed but at times I do see a lot of him in myself at times and it frightens the shoite out of me.

No offence meant of course, but when you're old, your son/daughter that is (hopefully) on for taking over the farm will agree with everything you say or do.

"Every generation, blames the one before..........something something....I wish I had of told him in the living years"
(Mick Hucknell/Simply Red)

Kovu wrote: »

Lol my comment was meant more tongue in cheek than giving out. Get on the best with him 90% of the time. The other 10% we're either not talking or roaring at each other.
I go out for walks with him a lot at night. Nothing like hearing old stories about a family that used to live in that house, the hay that was carted out of this meadow, the cows milked where that house stands now. How his Uncle used to collect 2 creamery cans here, four over there, maybe one there if the farmer had bothered to milk.
He's certainly instilled a grá for farming in me and taught me the majority of what I know. Still, every day is a schoolday with farming!

And that's one of the things that you'll miss in time. Allot of old knowledge knowhow and entertaining stories go with these guys.
Oh how I wish the auld lad would come round the corner or into the shed to give me a bollicking now, but thats all in the past. I'd be away up the fields sometimes and find something like an old binder cord tied to a piece of a tree where he had ran a transferable fence and the memories come flooding back.
In the end it all happened so fast here that there was no real planned out transition. And your left thinking what would dad do in any given situation, And you can't ask him anymore. Most of my suggestions were met with "ura not atall" all along, so my advice would be enjoy the good times and bad times equally. There's a lesson to be learned in every argument. Store it away for another day. When the time comes when the call is yours to make and it works out for you, you can say "look pop I told you so" whether he's there to hear you or not.
You can't ask for there company or advice when there gone so enjoy it while you can lad's.