Spring has finally sprung…

…and with it comes a somewhat easier time for this “Jersey girl” to do what needs to be done:  trips to the barn to milk, trying to dress warmly enough so that I’m not frozen by the time I get back into the house, breaking up ice in the outside water troughs (thankfully my very helpful son does that most of the time), and more. Walking to the barn is a pleasure instead of a race to get out of the winter wind.

However, there are some real dangers for my cows as spring emerges from the frozen tundra. The most glaring danger is a condition called “grass tetany”, from which cows can die! I first became aware of spring dangers, when Mocha’s sister, Coco, after being out in the spring grass just for a few hours on spring afternoon, was found deceased the next morning when her farmer went out to milk her. Grass tetany,  also sometimes called “grass staggers” or hypomagnesemia”, a metabolic disorder of cattle related to a deficiency of magnesium. It usually occurs when animals are grazing lush pastures in the spring, but it can occur during the fall and winter as well. The rapidly growing, lush grasses create the greatest problem after cool, cloudy and rainy weather is followed by a warm period.

Another danger is “pasture bloat” which is a digestive disorder caused by an accumulation of gas in the first two compartments of a ruminant’s stomach. Production of gas is a normal result of rumen fermentation and these gases are normally discharged by belching, but if the animal’s ability to release these gases is impaired in some way, pressure builds in the reticulum and rumen and bloat occurs. Pasture or “frothy” bloat, results from the production of a stable foam and if not relieved, the pressure created by the unreleased rumen fermented gas in the foam can lead to death by suffocation in as little as one hour or less, but there can be a lag of 24-48 hours before bloating occurs in cattle that have been placed on a bloat-producing pasture for the first time.Bloat can occur on any lush forage that is low in fiber but is most common on immature legume pastures.

There are some ways I try to guard against these dangers.  First, we introduce the cows to the spring grasses gradually, beginning with just 30 minutes to an hour at a time.  They are typically not happy about their pasture time being cut so short, especially after the long winter, but it is important to me to protect them if I can. After a few days on the pasture for this length of time, we gradually increase their exposure to the new grasses. After a few weeks, they can be in the pasture full-time.

There are several other ways that I try to protect them from these dangers. One way is to make sure they are not hungry when they are turned out to pasture.  If they have full bellies, they will not be as likely to gorge themselves on the delicious new grasses. I also wait until after the morning frost has dissipated and dried and I do not turn them out after a rain until the grasses have dried.

Another thing that we must protect our cows from, even in spring weather is heat stroke.  Cattle have high body temperatures, especially dairy cows as their bodies are extremely efficient machines for producing milk. They could have adverse reactions to warm weather, even to the potential of having a heat stroke in 70 degree weather.  Making sure they have shelter and plenty of fresh water is vital to their well-being.

If you have followed my blog for very long, you realize that our cattle are more than just “milk machines” to me. They are animals that I truly love and enjoy. I want to make sure I am doing everything I can to take the best care of them possible and that can mean protecting them from something that they love when they can’t understand the dangers.

NOTE: Thank you to Ron Lemenager, Allen Bridges, Matt Claeys and neither Johnson at Purdue University Departments of Animal Sciences and Agronomy for the precise descriptions of these conditions of which cattle farmers need to be aware.

A Girl is a Girl is a Girl

If you are a girl/woman, do you like to go to the beauty parlor to have your hair done?  I do!  It’s so nice to sit back in a chair and have someone wash, cut and style your hair and all you have to do is sit and relax! Do you know that on some level cows are like that too?

We have two jersey cows for milk. About this time of year, they begin shedding and need to be brushed.  This morning, Mocha was laying in her stall after the milking was done.  She looked so cute so when I finished milking Jersey, I went in to love on her a little.  I knelt down beside her; she was so loving and docile and it was then I realized how much she is already shedding.  I began combing her with the curry comb and it was obvious  how much she enjoyed it.  I brushed everything I could reach and then without warning, she suddenly stood up so I could get the rest of her.  As went from side to side, she kept watching me to make sure I wasn’t leaving. She enjoyed it so much.

A couple summers ago, our girls were standing in the barnyard and I began brushing Mocha. She stood so still which was abnormal. Our other cow at the time, Heidi, came up to see what I was doing to Mocha. She tried resting her head on Mocha’s head which made it nearly impossible for me to brush Mocha. She tried to push Mocha out of the way so she could have her turn. Mocha wasn’t going to allow that to happen and stood firm.  Soon I realized that Heidi was standing behind Mocha, like she had gotten in line behind her, waiting for her turn. It was our Bovine Hair Salon!

It’s funny because Mocha is pretty persnickety when it comes to what she wants and doesn’t want. If I was just going to come up and pet her while she was in the pasture, she wouldn’t want anything to do with me.  However, if I have  a brush or the curry comb in my hand and the girl in her shows up! Regardless of species, we girls enjoy being pampered!

Can’t Help But Smile!

Have you ever just been doing your thing…easy or hard..and realized you are smiling involuntarily?  Well, I have!  In fact, it happens often to me here on de Good Life Farm.  I thought I might share with you some of the things that make me smile because this morning, again, I caught myself smiling as I went about morning chores.

Usually, the first smile in the morning happens when I look in at our sleeping goldens…sometimes Beau is laying over by Belle in her kennel; sometimes he and Lacey are laying together; but usually, Beau lays right by the door to the milkroom. I think he does this so that when anyone has to go through that door in the morning to do barn chores, he will have to be awakened because no one can  come in or out of that door without him having to move and he will lay right back down there, even if it means he has to move ten times!

As I walk to the barn, I look over at the west pasture where Caramel, her sister, Truffle and her uncle, Oreo are currently staying. They are so adorable.  I always talk to them on my way by and as I call each name, they turn and look at me. It is impossible for me not to smile when interacting with the calves.

Mocha is the next smile-maker.  First, her face is the cutest bovine face I have ever seen. That alone, makes me smile! Then, she has this habit of standing as high as she can get on her hay pile which increases her height by at least a foot or so.  I ask her if she is playing “Queen of the Hill”. She stands there and watches everything that’s going on in the barn.  She knows eventually she will be getting new hay and watches intently until that happens.  If we open the “window” on her stall, she will stick her head and neck out as far as she possibly can and it is absolutely so adorable, I can’t help but smile at her!

Sometimes when I am milking Mocha, she will turn around and just watch me, but most of the time she stands calmly, just chewing her cud, patiently waiting (most of the time) until she is free to eat her hay.  Just watching her standing there makes me smile. Sometimes, she is not so patient…trying to reach the hay pile if it was left close enough for her to reach.  Then, I am definitely not smiling because I find myself doing one of two dances: The Bovine Two-Step (moving back and forth two steps at a time to keep up with her moving) and the Milk Stool Shuffle (moving my stool over and over trying to reposition as she moves).  Neither of them bring a smile to my face until  hours later and I imagine what it would look like if it had been video recorded!

After milking, I always go into the pasture to love on the calves and Caramel.  For some reason, Caramel  has grown somewhat timid…but she is so very interested in how much Oreo and Truffle love the attention from me that she slowly and slyly saunters over in a “don’t notice me”-kind of way and gets close enough so that I can rub her nose or her chin or neck.  That definitely makes me smile!

Watching Oreo run down the pasture with his legs kicking up so high that I can see his white cream filling (the white patch on his belly) when he is running makes me smile every time!  It is so precious!  He is getting so big but runs and plays like he is still a young calf.

I’m sure my neighbors must think I am a crazy cow lady because I can’t leave in my car without putting down my window(s) and talking to whomever is in the pasture. It takes me forever to leave because I have to call to each one individually and then watching them turn to my voice as I say their name makes my day!  Then, when I return home, just seeing those precious bovine in my pastures brings a smile to my face.

Watching our golden retrievers run and play with each other is so much fun.  But what REALLY makes me smile is watching Belle run circles around Beau.  She is so stinking fast and she loves to tantalize him.  She will run up to him with a stick in her mouth just to tempt him to chase her. When he falls for it (and he does multiple times during each playtime), she takes off like lightning and leaves him in the dust.  Sometimes Beau will find a stick Belle hasn’t found yet but as soon as she realizes he has a stick, she zooms up to him and before he even knows what has happened, she has retrieved the stick from his mouth and it is now in hers and she runs away with it! She can carry at least three good-sized sticks in her mouth at once.  Oh, and Lacey! She plays with them for awhile right in the thick of it, then she sits with her back to them like their behavior is so disgusting and she is too good to be a part of it. Their antics bring more than a smile to my face: more like eruptive laughter!

Then there are other things that make me smile from time to time: a fat robin hunting a stray worm;  a cotton-tailed bunny hurrying across the path in front of me;  a gorgeous pink and purple-striped sunrise; the first flower of spring popping through the ground; the first bud on the tree; and the list goes on and on.

One of the cutest things that made me smile this week was Belle and Truffle.  It isn’t a frequent thing that we get to observe two species interacting with each other; most of the time the canines and the bovines keep to themselves.  But the youngsters of each species are definitely drawn to each other. Yesterday I was in the pasture loving on Oreo and the dogs were playing in the yard.  I turned around to see Belle hopping and pouncing around, putting her nose to the ground trying to get Truffle to play with her…and the amazing thing was that Truffle was nearly imitating Belle’s antics back at her…head down and tapping her front hooves on the ground, hopping around back at her. Keep in mind that there is an electric polytape between them but Belle’s desire to play with Truffle was almost more than she could stand and I was concerned she was going to go right through the electric fence.

This life we have chosen is not an easy life. In fact, sometimes it is down-right excruciatingly difficult but, as long as I can still catch myself smiling involuntarily, I know I am exactly where I am meant to be.

IT’S MOVING TIME

I am excited to announce that I have begun my blog at a new address…one where I hope to gain more followers and eventually make some money!!?  Anyway, I will no longer be writing here, so wanted to make sure to give you my new address and ask you to begin following me over there.  It is:

http://livingdegoodlife.com

I will have some new categories for you to enjoy.  Additionally, I am currently in process of moving all of my past posts to the new site. Please tell your friends about my blog if you think they would enjoy it!

Hope to see you over there soon!

 

Diane

Spring?

We are officially enjoying the second day of Spring, however no one here on the farm really believes it! Trudging through the snow to the barn for morning milking is the same as it was in December or January other than the fact that my purple and yellow crocuses are peeking through the white blanket of snow.

The dogs are reliving winter by rolling in the snow and making snow angels. The cattle even love the snow.  I saw Oreo kicking up his heels just this morning having a blast!  And, Mocha!  Oh, Mocha!  She got in trouble (again) last night because “someone” failed to shut the stall door completely while mucking her stall and she embraced the opportunity while backs were turned to push the door open with her nose and run into the barnyard and frolic in the snow!  I wish I could have seen her!  She is such a bovine/kid at heart!

But however fun it is…this farmer girl is ready for Spring weather, not just a date on the calendar! I hear we might have another round of the white stuff, but I am going to hold out hope that March will go out like a lamb because it certainly came in like a lion and has roared the entire month so far!

Welcome to my new blog!

If you have been following me on my other site, you should know that eventually those posts will be transferred here to this one. I am so excited to begin this new journey!  It is a long-time dream come true!

This site will include more more topics but the stories of our farm will continue!  How could I NOT write about our sweet animals and their antics?  But, also included in this blog will be  other topics like: my favorite grain-free recipes, healthy living including grain-free recipes, natural remedies and my favorite essential oils.  I will also write about our journey as breeders and raisers of Golden Retrievers.

I hope you enjoy reading what I have to say because I will certainly enjoy sharing with you!

Do cows wear watches?

As another Daylight Savings Time looms in the near future (why 2 A.M.?  Does anyone actually get up and set their alarm for 2:00 to “spring” ahead?  Does anyone feel like “springing ahead” at 2 A.M.?), I thought you might wonder about bovine and other animals whose routines revolve around a specific time of day.

Well, here is the evidence on our little farm: At 7:45 A.M.,  when I arrive in the barn, both Mocha and Jersey are standing in their stalls looking at me, almost as if to say, “Where have you been? Do you know what time it is?” (I can almost visualize them impatiently tapping their right front hoof on their left front leg as if their were wearing a watch!) So, I go about the business of milking Mocha, same as every morning, as I finish, I head over to Jersey’s stall and she is standing in the milking position as if she were already tied up again, as if she knew “it was time.”

After milking Jersey, I ready the wagon for the trip back to the house with buckets of liquid white gold…and the calves begin mooing. Now it’s their turn for some loving and, they hope, a trip to the pasture.  Do they know what time it is?

During the summer, when the girls are in the pasture all the time, as milking time draws near, they stand at the gate, staring at the house, and if they do not see me coming toward the barn, they begin calling to me…LOUDLY!  Again, how do they know what time it is?  You might think it is because their udders are full and they want to be milked. Well, no!  The last couple of days they have been in the pasture in the afternoon and around 5:00 they are standing and staring at the house, mooing for me to come out.  The difference here is that they are not being milked at 5:00 or 6:00 anymore since I have been working for weeks to transition them to one morning milking. So, that is not why they are mooing.  Can they tell time?  Where are they hiding their watches?

So maybe it’s just the cows, you say?  Well, no.  Yesterday afternoon, I was heading to the barn and the calves saw or heard me and ran all the way from the front pasture to the gate where they expected me to meet them to bring them into the barn for the evening.  Maybe they wear watches?

And our golden retrievers…do they wear watches?  Well, today they went outside for their morning romp at 7:45 A.M. Tomorrow, it will be 8:45 A.M. Do you think they will think “Oh, OK!  The clocks have changed so we have to wait another hour!” Or, will they be fidgeting and whining because they think we forgot them?  And, when we take them outside last thing this evening before bed, will they understand that today it’s 10:00 P.M. but tomorrow it will be 11:00 P.M.  I think not!

Tomorrow, when the people of our state (wish we lived in a state that doesn’t observe the ridiculous practice of Daylight Savings Time) turn our clocks ahead and struggle to adjust once again to getting up in the dark when our bodies know it is really 4:45 A.M. but the clocks says 5:45 A.M.; eat when the clock says its 6:00 P.M. but we aren’t hungry yet because yesterday this was only 5:00 P.M.; and when we attempt to go to bed at 10:30 P.M. when yesterday it was only 9:30 P.M., we can tell ourselves all the reasons that we must adjust and all the benefits of Daylight Savings Time.

But, what about the cows?   When I do not show up to milk until a whole hour later…will they know why and understand? When they come into the barn a whole hour later, will they understand? Nope!  I do not think so!  Whether they wear it on their leg or it is hidden deep inside of their bodies somewhere, I am convinced that my bovines have a watch whereby they can keep tabs on me and know whether I am adhering to our unspoken agreement to milk and feed on a specific schedule!

I am contemplating rebelling and NOT adhering to this ridiculous practice this year, but instead attempting to continue on the same standard time so that the cows and dogs do not have to endure this adjustment.  However, how do I live on Eastern Standard Time with the animals and live on Daylight Savings Time with my family so that my husband and son aren’t an hour late for work and ball practice? What a dilemma!

 

Child’s Play?

No, instead, Calves Play! Oh what a fun morning I had!  Since the calves have been weaned, I don’t get to interact with them while I am milking, so I usually go over and love on them in their stall before I leave the barn if I am not taking them out to the pasture.  This morning, however, Micah took them out to the pasture while I was finishing up, so I didn’t get my chance to love on them.

As I headed to the house with my equipment full of milk in tow, I looked over at the pasture and there were those two precious black faces watching me.  So I stopped, dropped the handle of the wagon and trudged through the little bit of glistening snow in the yard that as yet was untouched by foot or paw prints toward the pasture.

Immediately both Oreo and Truffle came up and started licking my coat, eating the strings on my hood and enjoying the loving I was giving.  Then I decided to play our little game: I took off running and disappeared from their view around behind the shelter.  Just as I expected they would, here they came bounding around the shelter to find me.  We played this game several times, each time I go around the next corner of the shelter and wait in a safe place for them to come and find me.  Then Truffle surprised me!  She came at me from the other side of the shelter bounding toward me with all her energy.  She responded to my startled reaction by kicking up her legs and running down the pasture lane, with Oreo following, his little Oreo cream spot showing as he ran.

They tore around the front pasture a little bit and then headed back toward me running at their top speed. When they returned to me, we played our little game of hide and seek again.  Soon, they were running down the pasture again, kicking up and having such a great time! I was laughing out loud and enjoying myself so much I didn’t even feel the cold! What a great way to get my heart pumping and get my morning exercise!  You should try it sometime!

Brazen Bovine Brattiness

Now, if you have been reading my blog for any length of time at all, you know that I have a very special love for my cattle.  They are each special to me in their own way.  Some are easier to get along with than others and some are more bossy than others.  However, there is one thing they all have in common: THEY ARE SPOILED!  Did you know cattle could be spoiled and act like bratty kids?

For instance, if Mocha doesn’t like what is in her feed pan, she puts her big nose on the edge of the pan and tips it over.  Now, when they are down to the “crumbs” and it’s hard to get at the last of it, they will tip the pan up so t’s easier to clean up what’s left, but when they aren’t happy with the contents, they push even further until it tips over and spills on the ground!

Tonight, because they haven’t been eating the kelp meal as free choice like they are supposed to do, we began putting some in their feed. When I came out to milk this evening, Mocha’s bowl hadn’t been touched.  Jeff had put the feed, in her bowl, the kelp meal on top and then drizzled the molasses over that and then served it to her like that!  Well, to be honest, I did tell him last night that he would need to stir it up before giving it to her, but he must have forgotten (wink, wink!).  So, I found something and stirred it up and walked away and that Stinker (notice the capital “S”?) walked over and started eating it!!!

Another example, especially with Mocha and Jersey, is that if for one reason or another we decide that they can’t be in the pasture that day, Mocha (and sometimes Jersey) will moo/scream/screech/holler/roar at the top of her lungs!  It’s almost like she thinks we forgot and she is trying to remind us! And, OH!, if we dare take the calves out and not let Mocha and Jersey out, she will definitely raise a ruckus, letting you know that you have wronged her deeply!

But the most recent example has been with their hay.  Did you know that cattle have definite preferences and they will let you know what they like and don’t like? You probably thought hay is hay, right? Wrong! They have been eating hay from one source for most of the winter and they really liked it when we brought the load home.  They dove into eating it and were quite content.

Then we got hay from a different source and they weren’t very happy with that hay so we went back to the original hay. Now, you may ask, “How do you know they don’t like it?”  Well, one way is they throw it all over the stall so that it becomes bedding instead of feed. Another way is when the stack of hay is up to their brisket and they just stand and stare at you as if to say “You expect me to eat this?” and wait, hoping you will bring something else.

Then we introduced the third source of hay.  Oh my!  You would have thought we had offered them caviar (I’m not sure if cows like caviar but you get my meaning!). They devoured it and not only devoured their daily ration; they began eating more hay than before, to the tune of fifty percent more!

Well, the inevitable happened:  WE RAN OUT!  So we began giving them the hay from the first source.  It is then that we got THE LOOK: “You must be kidding! You expect me to eat this stuff?  Where is my hay? Bring me my hay! I’M HUNGRY!  I’M NOT EATING THIS! WHERE IS MY HAY????”  You get the drift!  So, what choice did we have?  We bought more of the hay from the third source and let the hay from the first and second source sit there!

Did you know that cows can tell time and they think they are in charge and are crazy strict time masters?  I am not kidding! When they are in the pasture and milking time is getting close, I will glance out toward the pasture and there the two of them will be standing, staring at the house.  If they don’t see any movement indicating someone is coming toward the barn, they will begin mooing…as if we don’t know what time it is.  And now that you know that, I’ll bet you can only imagine what happens when Daylight Savings Time moves 5:00 around.  Not fun!

I hope you have enjoyed these tales of our crazy, bratty but lovable bovine!  By the way, several of you have told me that you read my blog(s) and that you are enjoying them!  I am so glad!  Thank you for saying so! It is so fun to know that you like reading about what goes on here on de Good Life Farm!  Keep reading and I’ll keep writing!

A Surprising Concert Venue

When I was a child, my dad taught us a song called “All God’s Creatures”. The words go something like this: “All God’s creatures got a place in the choir. Some sing low, some sing higher and some sing out loud on a telephone wire, and some just clap their hands, or paws or anything they’ve got now….”.

This song came to my mind as I was milking tonight. It started with the magically musical sound of the streams of fresh milk hitting the side of the stainless steel milk bucket. This represented the brass section of the orchestra. Then the calves piped up with a couple of low moos which sounded like a woodwind section duet. Then I heard Jeff outside in the pasture with the wheelbarrow and it sounded like he had joined in with percussions. Adding to the percussion section, was the rhythmic sound of Jersey chewing her hay and Mocha keeping time by slurping her water.

Then I got to listening with new ears and thinking of all the sounds I hear in the barn when it’s somewhat quiet.  This morning, the birds were definitely singing soprano and alto parts. When the calves get their bellering going, they have a perfect pitched alto and baritone duet. When Mocha is wanting to be heard, her voice definitely carries the bass section! Occasionally, Jersey will join in with a much quieter harmony.  Other contributions to the barn’s musical talents are the rain on the metal roof, and most recently, when all four bovine choose to blend together for a rousing quartet special.

I have often thought how peaceful the quiet of the barn is when I am milking, but I am so thankful that my ears and spirit woke up to the wonderfully creative and beautiful concert I am privileged to attend twice each day!

 

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