Life Lessons Learned on the Farm – Part One

We have now been on the farm for nearly six and one-half years. There have been happy times and sad times, productive times and less-than-desirably productive times, times of elation and times of despair, times of exhaustion and times of rest and through all of those ups and downs, there have been a lot of lessons learned…life lessons…that go beyond the scope of farm life and yet envelope it completely.

This will be the first of several posts in a series called “Life Lessons Learned on the Farm”. I hope these posts will make you laugh, smile and even possibly relate to your own life lessons.

SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO LAUGH TO KEEP FROM CRYING!

To be honest, I am still working on this one…but I have been able to implement this lesson a few times! You have heard the old saying “Don’t cry over spilled milk”? Well, the person who said that obviously hadn’t just spent twenty or thirty minutes in preparation for, and milking that cow who decided to shift her weight, or scratch an itch, or kick at an annoying fly, or any number of other reasons and as a result, KICKED OVER THE BUCKET of fresh milk.

Of course, there is the chance to be thankful that’s all she did…because you can salvage the milk left in the bucket, but when she firmly plants her foot INSIDE the bucket of milk, the whole thing has to be pitched! Believe me! That has happened on a few occasions and laughter was NOT what came out of my mouth!

Then, there are the incidents that cause more work; incidents that could have been avoided…but weren’t, and the result is more work. Fussing and fuming doesn’t undo the damage, but finding the humor in it definitely can lighten the stress load.

For instance, leaving a gate open behind you inevitably and eventually will result in a bovine finding their way out of where they are SUPPOSED to be and into a place they ARE NOT supposed to be! One morning, I realized there was manure ALL OVER our back yard, and I am talking eight to ten piles! I couldn’t figure it out because everyone was where they were supposed to be…and then…I saw it. THE OPEN GATE! Obviously, at some point during the night, Mocha and Jersey had discovered the gate was left open and they took a midnight stroll around the back yard (so thankful our back yard is fenced in), eating to their hearts’ content and depositing their evidence all over the place. But, they had been “smart” enough to find their way back to their pasture before milking time the next morning! They acted all innocent but the proof was in the pudding, so to speak!

And then there is the most recent occurrence of this negligence when a gate was left open (do you see a familiar theme here?) and Elsie made her escape into the newly greening pasture. Now, this is a little scary, because too much of the richness of the spring pasture could actually be deadly to her…but 1) she actually made her escape while we were out there and so we could shut the gate before anyone else could escape; and 2)because we were out there when it happened, we put all hands on deck to get her back in. Three humans and one amazingly intelligent Odin (Great Pyrenees, just in case you are new to following my farm antics) worked together and got her safely back into the pasture where she belonged, even though she was trying every avenue available to her to further her adventure!

I think we all had a huge adrenalin rush as we tried to outsmart her, block her passage to the rest of the pasture and then watch Odin exhibiting a magnanimous adrenalin rush as he ran circles around her in an effort to keep her contained to one area. It was an amazing rescue and even though there were some harsh words in the heat of the moment, once she was safely back in her space, and we could all breathe a sigh of relief, the humor of the situation began to explode!

Along with finding the laughter in things, comes the realization that the laughter may not come immediately. Sometimes it takes some time and space from the situation to be able to see the humor in it.

For instance, when Fred and Barney first came to the farm, Fred was a little high strung. He escaped (with a lead rope on, thankfully) from the first person who had a hand on him…leaped through the electric fence INTO the pasture…ran around and seemed to settle down then as soon as we relaxed…he ran THROUGH the electric fence on the back side of the pasture!

This could have been REALLY bad! there was nothing but neighbors’ 5-acre lots and a road and a cornfield facing him. I have to admit that I panicked! Jeff went under the fence and I walked/ran around to hopefully head Fred off if he headed for the open road! As we got to him, ever so slowly so as not to spook him, what did he do? He hopped BACK THROUGH the electric fence back into the pasture where he was supposed to be! WOW! It was scary while we were going through, but as we retell the story to others, we laugh and joke! It IS funny! It just wasn’t funny in the moment!

So, what can we learn from this? Find the laughter. It won’t always be present in the moment, but eventually, you may be able to laugh! The other thing is “this too shall pass”. The spilled milk gets absorbed and cleaned up. The manure gets picked up. The cattle get back into the pasture behind a closed gate, and on and on. Trying to remember that as long as it all ends well, you will have a funny story to tell…may help you get through it, if you can’t laugh in the moment!

And, please know that I realize that there isn’t always laughter. Some things just aren’t funny; they are hurtful…we will address that as well in an upcoming post!

So, in the meantime, laugh! It’s like good medicine!

The New Kid on the Farm

Herbie

Well, he is here…finally! Because Jersey’s last calf, Oreo, was almost two weeks early, I was in full-expectancy mode for awhile now. I began seeing the beginning signs of impending labor early last week, so dutifully took her to the barn, against her wishes, so that we could monitor her progress and so that should the calf be born during the day, I wouldn’t have to figure a way to get mama and baby to the barn by myself now that I am the “lone farmer” during the day.

To say that I am “sleep deprived” is an understatement! The first couple of nights Jersey was in the barn, I set my alarm multiple times throughout the night to get up and check on her. Additionally, now that Micah is working a full-time job and cannot help, Jeff and I are getting up at 4:45 to get the milking done, and then after I get him off to work, I sleep…sometimes not voluntarily…because I am just that worn out. Compound that lack of sleep with getting up multiple times a night for several nights in a row…I am surprised that I know my name!

can’t keep my hands off of precious Herbie!

Finally, Thursday morning, which was her due date, I thought she might be making progress. I ran out to the barn to monitor the labor about every two hours. Bless her heart! I think she was sick of my checking on her, but I hope she understands it’s just because I love her! She was making slow progress and I checked on her around 9 or 9:30, before I began turning in the for the night.

Just before I got into bed around 10, being the AAA personality that I am, I threw my clothes back on to go out and check just once more! I felt like my eyes were tricking me when I peeked into the stall and she was cleaning him up! I estimate that he was just about 10 minutes old at that point. Immediately, I checked his gender and was thrilled to discover she had given us a precious little bull calf!

Jersey cleaning Herbie up right after birth

I ran back to the house and with breathless and shaking voice, announced to Jeff and Micah that we had a calf and it was a boy, and did they want to come out and see him? Of course, that last part was not really a question…but was more a rhetorical. As soon as I could grab my camera, I was running back to the barn.

As precious as he was, he didn’t seem to get on his feet as quickly as most of our other calves have, so I have continued to watch and monitor him often. He didn’t really seem interested in nursing and even after some “calf perk” was definitely not interested in the bottle I offered him, so eventually on Friday, the vet came out, tubed him and got about 3/4 gallon of the “liquid gold” colostrum into him. It plumped his belly up nicely and it seemed to help him turn the corner.

I still have to gently remind him occasionally that the milk supply is not under Jersey’s neck or between her front legs, but he has found the milk on his own a few times. This morning when I went out to milk, it seemed he had pretty much drained one quarter, and wasn’t interested in any more, so he must be getting what he needs for now.

If you have read my blog, or my book, “My Name is Mocha” (available on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/-/e/B07RLMHJY7,Barnes and Noble, or Pen It Publications), you know how much I love my cows. However, I have said over and over, that it’s the calves that to me, are the icing on the cake! As exhausted as I am, I look forward to seeing him each time I make the trip to the barn.

Mocha, lonely in the pasture

Oh! That reminds me to remind you that this little guy is Mocha’s brother. She is very curious about him but mostly she just misses Jersey being in the pasture with her. Once I am convinced that he is able to find the milk on his own, which should be today or tomorrow, they will be in the pasture together again and Mocha will get to meet her little brother face to face rather than gazing at him from afar.

Herbie

We are definitely “living de good life”. Country life is hard sometimes, but there are many joys that make the hard so worth it, and precious little calves are one of the biggest joys for me!

“Here’s Spit in your Eye”

I am sure you have heard the phrase “spit in your eye” or “here’s spit in your eye”, but have you ever LIVED it, bovine style? Normally that phrase means something derogatory or disrespectful but not in this case!

Tonight, after milking Mocha, I went around to all the stalls to strain the hay out of their water (a long story…) and when I went in to strain Mocha’s water, she swung her head around toward me just as she hawked her throat…and PLOP! In went her spit right into my eye! Imagine the timing and the perfect placement for that to happen!!!

Now I don’t know if you have any idea how slimy bovine saliva is…but let me say I could tell there was a film on my eye that needed windshield wipers to clear it off! Had it been an animal other than one that I am totally in love with, it might have really bothered me….but if you have been following my stories very long at all, you know that Mocha is my favorite cow on the farm…probably my favorite animal, so I immediately dismissed it as just one of those hazards that comes with working with animals and not an overt, disgusting, deliberate act toward me!

I have to say that I have encountered, accepted and even become accustomed to many things that my before-farmer-self would never have dreamed, but this was not one of the events I could have predicted! Manure, yes! Smell/odor, yes! But never would I have guessed getting spit in my eye by my favorite girl!

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