Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Too good to be true
I don't think I have said too much about our ongoing situation with our milk truck driver. It has been just one of those things. Way back in the spring our regular guy got hurt and a substitute began to pick up the milk. (The milk truck picks up every other day here at Northview, which is pretty much the norm for all but the largest farms.)
We always got along wonderfully with our regular driver and his son-in-law, who was his relief driver. They were the kind of guys who glanced in the barn now and then and if they saw something amiss, they dealt with it. For example we left one day to go to the farm show in Syracuse. Chores were done and everything was ship shape when we left. We thought. However, Dale took a look in the barn and there were little twin heifers behind old Zinnia, who had calved early. He knew we were away and put them up in front of their mama where they were safe. It wasn't his job, but he took care of it anyhow.
Dale always picked us up at 9:30 in the morning. It was no problem to be done by then. (It takes at least a couple of hours to feed grain, set up the milkers and to actually milk the cows. By the time you factor in actually getting up, getting dressed, making coffee, letting the dogs out and walking to the barn, you have to get up pretty darned early even to be done and the milk cooled by then.)
At first the new guy did the same. We missed Dale, but what could we do? Then he started showing up at 8:30. Then 7:30. Now we were running into difficulties. The milk was still warm when he was pumping it into the truck. (Illegal and wrong.) Still, it was summer and with the kids home we could be done milking by then. So, of course, he backed it up to 6:30. Terrific. Sometimes if we have mechanical problems or a calf to pull, that is when we START! We were starting earlier and earlier and still not being done before he came in. It was pretty frustrating.
We couldn't wait to milk until after he picked up either. Before we can milk again after milk is picked up the tank has to be washed. It takes an hour, which made us too late to milk 12 hours later at night. There were any number of other issues, such as him hooking up the hose to the tank before the milk was measured, breaking the tank washer, and the milk being warm so we got high bacteria counts that we didn't deserve. Still, we soldiered along and compromised at being done at 7:30. He still pulled in at 6:45, but everybody just put up with it all.
Then Monday he didn't show up. He had been promising for six months or so that he would be done driving the first of December since he has a winter job. When another guy picked us up at 9:30 we were absolutely ecstatic. We practically handed out cigars.We figured he had quit early and we could go back to our normal milking hours of 6 or so in the morning and 5:30 at night (which is when we have been milking anyhow, stretching the days out very l-o-o-o-o-n-g.) Happy, happy, happy!
However, just as we were getting ready to put the milkers on at 6:37 this morning, we heard the rumble of the tanker truck down below the gate. We had to shut down, let him draw off the milk, and wash the tank, before we could milk. It put us hours behind and I felt like kicking the wall! Seems he couldn't get up the driveway Monday because of the ice, so Tyler got the milk. (This is another issue if he keeps driving since the boss can't add another task, sanding the driveway, to our already crowded race to get done before he gets here.)
Woe is me!
6 comments:
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You certainly deserve a rant. I think of you whenever I drink a glass of milk. I'm sure most of us have no idea what is involved.
Jan, thanks, he has been driving us nuts for months
Loubob, he does indeed, as we pay for our hauling. We are kind of between a rock and a hard place though because there is only one company in the area that has small trucks. We have a really bad driveway so we have to put up with them.
AMWD, he picked up real early this morning, which worked out somewhat better. The owner of the company just doesn't care sadly. I don't know what is going on with blogger. Sometimes it works, Sometimes it doesn't. lol
6 comments:
You certainly deserve a rant. I think of you whenever I drink a glass of milk. I'm sure most of us have no idea what is involved.
Doesn't this guy kind of work for YOU? Sic the dog on him!
Jan, thanks, he has been driving us nuts for months
Loubob, he does indeed, as we pay for our hauling. We are kind of between a rock and a hard place though because there is only one company in the area that has small trucks. We have a really bad driveway so we have to put up with them.
You'd think he'd know that the time he's coming is impossible. What benefit is it to them to come so early? Can you call the owner of the company?
And why has blogger all of a sudden decided to not let those of us not on blogger sign in with our own accounts?
Guess it's just a sign of the times. The bigger guys not giving a hoot.
AMWD, he picked up real early this morning, which worked out somewhat better. The owner of the company just doesn't care sadly.
I don't know what is going on with blogger. Sometimes it works, Sometimes it doesn't. lol
I had forgotten how much I hated that son of a B*tch
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