Quality Not Quantity

When fresh hay is served up to the herd it is almost impossible to get any work done.  I have a list of jobs for all the agents to be working on, but when they here the skid steer coming to put hay in the manger they forget everything I've taught them.  We have to focus on what we are here to do.

The Farmer seems to always stay focused.  He is constantly checking his equipment to make sure it is maintained well. We have also intercepted his internet data and have seen that he checks his milk stats almost daily.  He can go online and see the results of the quality tests on the milk being shipped to find out if anything needs to be tweaked or given extra attention.  That is quality control.

Now I am dealing with quantity control.  As soon as the quantity of hay is diminished I'll be able to get some work out of these agents.  I'll let them eat now and enjoy it, then they'll be happy to finish their jobs.

Agent 101, reporting from the Udder Side.

Back To Basics

After last week's terrible report from Agent 214, I decided she needed to be sent back for more training.  She mooed and complained about it.  She said she would do better and did not need to go back to training, but I knew better.  Sometimes we all need to get back to basics.

The Farmer, I've noticed, does no work like he was twenty years in the past, either.  I know he makes an effort to stay up-to-date on all types of dairy and farming information.  The Farmer attends seminars put on by state extension agents, and attends other farm group meetings.  Being involved is a great way to be in the know, and to get ahead.  The new things The Farmer learns at these meetings can help him become a better steward of the animals and the land, as well as make the farm itself more profitable.

Now it is time for me to get back to basics and practice my knitting.

Agent 101, reporting from the Udder Side.

Finally Decoded

One word could describe the weather on this operation lately, and that would be cold.  The Farmer has been working extra hard to do the smallest things.  We have noticed he needs his kerosene heater as much as his tractor these days.

Agent 214 has been hard at work on the codes we have been tracking.  She has discovered that they originate from one source, Bovines United Legion Can Rule All People.  This is the organization behind all of this group of messages.  They are a strange collection of cows who put way too much thought into the "four legs good and two legs bad" philosophy.

We have been anxious to see what the messages mean.  Are they veiled threats against C.A.L.F.?  Are they gathering intelligence of something that is to come?  Could the messages be sent to other agents with embedded orders?

Agent 214 motions me over the the laptop in her stall.  It is cramped with both of us in there, but I can see the message on the screen and I'm not sure how it will affect our current mission.  She's very excited to have completed her first assignment out of school. The decoded message translates to "Eat mor chikin."

Agent 101 reporting from the Udder Side.