June is Dairy Month

Great advice, should school as we know it ever return

I always loved writing the June is Dairy Month and July is Ice Cream Month columns back in the day. It seemed as if they wrote themselves in fact. When you love dairy farming, dairy farmers, and dairy products is is easy and fun to talk...or write...about them.

These days however, times are tougher than they have ever been on our nation's dairy farms. Farmers are facing unprecedented low prices, transport problems, and leadership doubts. Consolidation in markets, coops buying processors, dumping milk, decimated milk checks...It's a wonder we can still get cheese on our pizza.

Our local source for milk, Stewart's, has been sold out a number of times even though they source their own milk from dedicated farmers. With folks home with their kids demand is high, which in theory should result in higher farm gate prices. There are dozens of excuses why it hasn't. 

Still, I am happy to salute the men, women, and children, who rise early and work late, caring for God's creatures, producing nature's most perfect food, and stewarding land for now and for the future. Let's raise a glass...of fresh, delicious whole milk of course.... to their hard work and wholesome product.

Milk-it does EVERYbody good!

***And if you want to own your own cow here's your chance. 

Bale Boards

We found one! The message is not exactly the same as the 97% fat free milk one, but this is great!

It's over at McFadden's on Route 20 in Schoharie County btw.

The First

Paragraph of this Friday's Farm Side....

"A bully moon in full regalia gave me the third degree the other night. Not a truncheon in sight, but she shined her blinding spotlight right into my room and chased my sleep from pillow-to-pillow. Arghh, but not-so-soft, what light through yonder window breaks, and in all-night misery the sleeper wakes?"

Yeah, I had fun with this year's June is Dairy Month column.

I always do, every single year. From the history of ice cream to the first folks to make milk into other goodies, dairy is fascinating and June is Dairy Good.

"Physician's" (they aren't really doctors) Committee Can't Do Math

Or maybe they "do" math, but not too awful honestly. John Bunting calls their numbers into question and backs it up with real math. A good read.

Fog 'n' Deeres...John Deere that is.

We have a second hand...although some days it seems at least 19th hand...John Deere 4430 tractor. Sometimes it is a pretty nice tractor, good sized for what we do and not too bad on fuel as compared to the 4490, which is a ridiculous guzzler.

However a whole, perfect hay day yesterday was spent by the guys in running around finding out why it won't move...some big shaft that had a pin break, that trashed this big, expensive thing and that other also expensive thing...and I guess it is going to be a big, big project.

Bah.

While they were at that I got some tomatoes planted....and chased truly suicidal chickens out of that little patch of dirt. They REALLY want to take that one way trip up to the Amish sale.

I think the men have some hay ready and may try to bale it with the big tractor. Sure hope so, as if there is hay in the mow, anybody can feed, as opposed to having to get green chop off a wagon with the skid steer and a tractor to run the PTO etc. Even I can clamber up in the mow and toss down a bale, although I am going to try to avoid that until such time as I can actually go outdoors without the stupid air cast on my foot. It is a big help, but it is getting old real fast. At least I can hobble around inside the house without it now, for which I am most grateful.

Meanwhile, it is another shining pearl of a foggy June morning. There is a common yellow throat wichity, wichity-ing in the box elders, an indigo bunting, cedar waxwings, and a grey catbird down below the driveway and robins everywhere. A great day to wake up in the country, tractor or no tractor.

Fog 'n' Deers

A cheerful dairy farmer contemplating his machinery

Liz and the BF hit a deer on the way home last night. Jumped right up out of the bushes and tall grass at the edge of the road up by the old dump. They heard from the police officer who answered their call that there have been a lot of them hit by cars up in that area lately.

Maybe the state should break out the state of the art mowers they bought with our tax bucks and mow the roadside so drivers have a chance to actually SEE the deer before they hit them...oh, wait, the state is broke and they want us to know it. Sorry I said anything.

Anyhow they are all right, thankfully, but the truck will need some fixing.

Haven't heard how the deer fared. There are rumors that there are a lot of them running hard into the road because certain folks are hunting them at night, in summer, in total disregard of the game laws. (Now who would ignore game laws, I wonder....). Could certainly be true, but I can't prove it so I won't come right out and say it.

Lots of break downs on the dairy farming front. Bent rod in the chopper. Something snarky with the hydraulics in the John Deere 4430. Case 930 coughed up its cookies yet again. If it ain't something it's another something I guess. Crop reporting appointment for the boss today. Not much to report yet. Just getting dry enough to plant now.

We have been fighting a persistent case of hardware in Liz's good show heifer, Gypsy. We figure it came in in some hay we bought as the Jersey right across from her had a case too. She recovered quickly though with a magnet and some pink pills and probiotics.

Poor Gypsy. I hope she will find her way through it. She is so good about being doctored on...she gets pills and shots and all the green chop she can eat.

Oh, and it is very foggy this morning, first time in a long time. Kinda pretty in a way.

Sunday Stills...Pot Luck

Boo Boo, hard at work, chewing her cud

Where's my bottle?

A milking shorthorn Holstein cross baby

Farm Boy

Beautiful Broadway, my favorite cow

For more Sunday Stills.....

Indoor Cows..they like it that way

Let me i-i-i-i-i-n-n...it's hot out here!!!!

This study on the preferences of dairy cows showed that during summer months, when offered the choice between going out to graze or staying in a free stall barn with access to a total mixed ration, they stayed in the barn over 91% of the time.

Ours show the same preferences. When it is blazing hot and the fans are running or raining or cold or windy or anything but perfect outside they want to stay in. They look pretty on pasture and grass and exercise are good for them, but they aren't dumb. The like fans, and shelter from the weather just as much as we do. So maybe those free stall cows in their confinement housing are happier than our perceptions when we drive by might make them seem.....

You KNOW You're a Farmer If

You are flattered when you buy a new brand of hair spray and your twenty-something daughter says, "Let me know if this is any good, okay....."

"Of, course," you say, "Why?" (You know her carefree ponytail hair style doesn't usually include hair spray.)

"It's almost time for the shows and the fair. I need something good to do top lines."

Ri-i-i-i-i-ght.......and there goes that fashionista moment.

***For folks who don't show dairy cows, the top line is the ridge of hair on the backbone that is sprayed up and trimmed flat to give the cow a nice, sharp, smooth appearance.

Yeah, she wants to see if my new hairspray is good enough for her cow.

Don't I feel fancy now...

The Blitz-o-Mat

An old pic of Blitz, much in need of a bath

This morning bloomed sharp and cool, with whistling winds and bright, thin sunshine. However, for the past few days it has been blazing hot and soggy humid. We people have handled it pretty well. Lots of water and we're good to go. Been satisfying to get at least a little field work done.

However the cows hate the hot, and suffer the miseries of the damned. Many of them still have a little winter coat left on after the cold, wet, late spring we've had. When it hit ninety they stood with heads hanging, panting like bellows, and drooling. Milk production dropped by over a hundred pounds a day.

Tuesday night Liz clipped some of them, which helped a bit. Blitz was especially miserable though. She is a big old white show cow, a very spoiled baby. She got a prompt hair cut as soon as she came in the barn.

However, after milking she was still suffering, and stood alongside the milk house step, drooping like a hothouse flower. Alan had one of those light bulb moments and grabbed the milk house garden hose. Then he trained cold spray on Blitz's freshly clipped sides and back until sheets of water sluiced to the ground all around her.

She never even flinched. As a long time show cow she has had hundreds of baths and she knows what a hose is for. She stood there with a demeanor of sheer bliss for as long as he trained the spray on her. Later I gave her a rerun when he had to go scrape the alleys.

She didn't move until all the other cows were gone and the call of green grass overcame the call of the water.

Last night there she was at the end of milking, standing in virtually the same four hoof prints looking for another shower. Guess that must be the Blitz-0-Mat.

June is Dairy Month

Thank you girls for all the good things you make possible.

Thank you Broadway, Dalkeith, Zinnia, Cider, Lemonade, ETrain, Camry, Egypt (BooBoo) Carlene, Bama Breeze, Bayliner, Magic, Bailey, Booth, Verona, Heather, Balsam, Bayberry, Consequence, Blink, Spruce, Asaki, Pecan, Baja, Zulu, Armada, Evidence, Syracuse, Boston, Lucky, Bonneville, Neon Moon, Monday, Blitz, Mandy, Hollywood, Moments, Lakota, Foolish, Detroit, Sugar, Lucky, Licorice, Chickadee, Gracie and all the Northview girls...and all the other, red, brown, black and white and roan cows that work hard to keep us in cheese, ice cream, and cold, fresh milk.