Life on a family dairy farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Right now we are using two pastures although we will soon open a third. The girls go to the old cow pasture in the day time and the heifer pasture at night.
They have been doing this since the men got the cow pasture fence finished.
Now, even if given the choice to travel to the larger, grassier, shadier and all around nicer cow pasture at night, they will not go without a fight.
The other night when the girls were bringing Velvet down, we had planned on putting them in the day field at night, so they wouldn't stomp the poor little critter any further into the swamp.
They had other thoughts and as soon as the gate was opened they charged up the lane to their accustomed night time accommodations.
Then the boss forgot to close the gate to the day field last night, so when we turned out, the cows could have chosen to go that way, while the heifer field gate was shut.
They were so eager to get into the heifer pasture that I had to jump out of the way of old Lakota when I opened the gate. You sure don't want to get between them and where they are going in all this mud. Your feet can get stuck and if they brush against you, you are down.
When we were digging Velvet out Liz got stuck and twisted and fell and I thought sure she was going to break a leg. We have a lot of clay soil and it sure is gummy and sticky. Thanks to lots of milk though, her young, strong bones held up to the insult though.