Sunday Stills....Circles

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Party Animals

As you might guess we are not. However, Becky will turn 23 on Monday and she wanted some form of celebration. As she has a job now, she and Alan headed out, bought the movie the Sorcerer's Apprentice, and some grinders and calzone from Romano's and we sat down after milking to enjoy.

Actually I had one of the last two Dick Francis books, so I really wasn't watching much, although I certainly was sitting and enjoying. (I don't know how I missed it, but he died last year. Dickiebo had a post about it or I still wouldn't know. He was one of my favorite authors all my life.)

However, as is normal when you have animals, no party goes unpunished. While we were milking, Zobaba, a Whirlhill Kingpin heifer of Alan's, was treading and nervous and holding her tail up. We bedded her up all nice and comfy and left her alone to progress. However, that progress needed to be observed a bit.

Thus in the middle of the movie Becky went over to the barn for that purpose. Feet were showing, but nowhere near enough progress for what the clock was saying, so.....

The men went over and delivered a bouncing baby boy**** to Zo, doctored her up as needed and came back.

Alan had plenty of jokes about "you know you are a farmer when you can't have a party without having a cow........"

Ah, well, they were soon back watching their movie. We stayed up late and felt delightfully decadent for a while. I'm kinda glad this is my morning off.

****Update, upon closer inspection, the bouncing baby boy is a girl.

Birds of January

The geese are simply gone, but I see the robins often. I was kinda glooming and dooming while I was feeding the chickens yesterday, just grumpy about breakdowns and assorted other problems, when suddenly I heard the familiar musical chirping from a box elder at the edge of the yard. A big fat fellow had picked out a promising perch, and although he wasn't singing, he had selected a great spot for spring concerts.....Instant mood improvement.

A song sparrow showed up at the feeder yesterday too.First one I've seen all winter. We do have four or five white-crowned sparrows and some white-throated sparrows, lots of juncos, chickadees, cardinals and such, plus a lonesome Carolina wren that showed up just once. Mallards flying fast and setting up a racket whip by the house every now and then.

The girls Becky works with down at Mickie D's see a bald eagle there most days, fishing the river with the gulls and mergansers.

Alas Mandy's baby didn't make it. She was just too early to survive. We have saved several extremely premature calves over the years, by intensive nursing and careful care. However, this poor little girl was just too, too early. At least Mandy is doing pretty well. Despite caling so early, she did come into milk and she seems to feel quite good. She is a big, wonderful, sweet, old cow and I am grateful for that.

Suzanne Somers and the Food We Eat

Great letter here. Does something that is completely wrong become true just because somebody says it on TV? Hmmmm......

I Can Do This

In the barn til after ten last night helping with a compromised, breech, premature, heifer calf born to Liz's dear old show cow, Mandy. Ate dinner (bowl of ice cream) and went to bed. Back to the barn now because Liz has to get on the road to her other job. No babies due today...I don't think.

A First

Most folks who spend a lot of time working on a dairy farm end up delivering a calf sooner or later. In theory every cow has a calf every year so there are plenty of opportunities.

Yesterday was Becky's day. She went to the barnto feed the calves just a little bit early, as she wanted to watch something on TV last night (for some reason we have been getting out of the barn a bit later than we like).

When she went to the back of the barn, Bailey's daughter, Booth, a Regancrest Chilton daughter, was having her first calf. Beck ran to the house for help and then ran back. Of course the rest of us had to get our boots and coats on.

By the time she got back, what had just been a pair of front feet had become a head and shoulders. The head was flopped down under the body of the baby in a very awkward position. She turned it back up and helped guide what ended up being a nice little shorty heifer on her journey into the world.

It took Booth a while to warm up to the whole idea of motherhood and she spent the first few minutes of baby's life gobbling haylage and ignoring her. However, just as I went to get some grain to sprinkle on the little one (sometimes that will get them to licking their baby), something clicked and she began to slurp the calf with her big old tongue like there was a sale and she was first in line.

I can't say enough about milking shorthorn bulls for calving ease on Holstein heifers. Other than the head being turned under the calf on the floor behind the cow, which could happen at any birth, this heifer had the calf as easily as calving ever goes. And the calf was standing up and walking around the barn within ten minutes. We have tried Jerseys, Angus and Hereford and always had one problem or another. Of course you have difficult births with every breed, but we do like the shorthorns best.

I'm in the Corner of Your Jukebox

Another pic of that sky Saturday...I took quite a few

Hibernating........

Or I wish I was. What could be worse than going in the barn on a twenty-something below morning and finding a flood? (Gracie's water bowl AGAIN. It has been rebuilt from the inside out several times...what the heck is wrong with it?)

Frozen water pipes in the milk house....broken in at least four places. Water spraying everywhere, into delicate electronic controls, all over the floor creating an ice floe....What a mess! Frozen stable cleaners too.

What could be worse than all that? Frozen water pipes on just about every farm in the region so we are still waiting for the fix-it guys, who are working crazy overtime fixin' it all. They were on the way here when somebody's vacuum pump succumbed to the cold and that, rightly, had priority. We slogged all day....just getting the most basic of chores done. Kinda, sorta done at least. Ate supper at ten last night.

And as soon as the boss gets up and Liz gets here we will get back at it.

On the bright side it is supposed to get to thirty today...above that is....

Delta Smelt and Dairy

This is many, many times larger than a delta smelt, but IS a minnow, a fall fish

Prominent California dairy blogger, Dino Giacomazzi is doing a solid month of posts on his dairy blog, emphasizing answers to questions from readers.

He was kind enough to answer my question about the economic impact of government water regulations in his state on his dairy business. These environmental rulings are turning some of the most productive land in the nation into a dust bowl in the name of a tiny fish, which wouldn't even provide a snack for the fish above. I have no doubt that even if you aren't aware of it, you feel the impact of this situation every time you buy fresh produce at the grocery store.

Read his excellent answer here. And if you have a question for Dino, he is ready and waiting to answer yours too.

Sunday Stills...the Color Green

Not much green outdoors in this neck of the woods. Or at least not this time of year. Lots inside though in my personal jungle. That sky thing is untouched. The sky really looked like that. We were busy unloading hay and shavings when I looked up and saw the little cloud full of red, yellow and green from high ice crystals. It was lovely and I scurried for the camera before getting back to work

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We Are Protected

With lots of salt on the door sill. Although it isn't sea salt, but just plain old table salt. When I went to let Nick out this morning, the back door was frozen shut. Picture a border collie who really has to GO...but the door won't budge. It wasn't pretty. I thought that snow had blown up on the porch, as it was a windy, wild one last night. However, ice had built up on the wooden sill and sealed the screen door solid.

I beat and kicked it until the dog could shoot out as if fired from a cannon and got out the salt.

Guess I am as ready as I am going to be for another freezing day of things breaking and men cranking around like their butts were on fire. Tractors that won't start. Chains on the skid steer breaking. Flat tires and broken bearings on the feed cart......Ah, I just love winter.

However, I discovered an odd thing yesterday. For years, at least once a year, I have washed nasty black film off the three 4'X8' living room windows. I love those windows for watching wildlife, birds, the river, the sky...it is like living on the edge of the outdoors.

However, washing them is an absolutely miserable job involving either a ladder or cloths tied to a broom and moving lots of plants and furniture. They were looking pretty grim yesterday and we are trying to clean up a bit for prospective company, so I thought to undertake the Stygian task. For some reason I thought to try to removing the gunk with a dry towel rather than liquid cleaner etc. And voila! They sparkled. (or at least they sparkled enough to suit me). Happy dance and all. Having them clean makes the whole room look better.

*****Anybody have any good ideas for what I can use to fill in those bullet holes? They were caulked with some kind of hard stuff like window putty but it is all falling out and the breeze is somewhat less than necessary this time of year.

Frigid Friday

Brrr! As are several others among our favorite bloggers, I am looking for a January thaw. I hate to say it, but I don't think we are going to get one though. We moved animals yesterday making room for Zinnia's Whirlhill Kingpin daughter to have a stall in the milking barn.

She is now in my dear Rosie's stall and Rosie is up next to Boston in a tie stall. Frankly I hated putting her there because Boston's name really should begin with a "B" like it does, but end in "TCH". However, men have their agendas and sometimes their priorities are different than those of women.

Boston likes to claim the water bowl as her personal property and not let the animal next to her use it. This hasn't been too big a problem with big cows tied next to her, but Rose is only a yearling. Of course she is the granddaughter of Bayberry and the great granddaughter of Balsam, two of the biggest, toughest, meanest (to other cows that is) animals that we have, so maybe she will hold her own. If she has trouble the boss is going to drop her down a new water bowl that Boston can't reach. However, she is my very favorite among my animals and probably the best I own. I want her to be okay. I want her to go to the shows this summer maybe.......

Good Essay

On the folks involved in food production even at the largest levels and how they turn out to be just folks.

***I expect you may have noticed that not much original material is getting posted here this week. Sorry we are down one person, we need to get heifers housed indoors for calving, and are doing some serious clean up. Back to normal soon (I hope).

National Cheese Lovers Day

Let's all celebrate! Bring on the cheese.

***Thanks Luv, for the heads up!

****Someday when I don't have to go clean in the barn and move heifers I will post Becky's mac and cheese recipe. We took an old kids' recipe from the ADADC and changed it until it is completely unrecognizable, but really, really good (not that it wasn't good to begin with, but more is always better, especially when you are talking about cheese. And if you don't like boiling the macaroni first this is the recipe for you.)

Food Inflation

Yeah, spring will come and there will be daffodils....just not for a while yet

A top concern in the coming decade. Read number eight.

Interesting that someone finally noticed that we are running out of farmers.

Many Milk Mustaches

See them here........

***HT Dairy Goddess

NY Dairy Plant Closing

Century-old plant to close.

Lightening Up

It seems that wintry weather is causing misery just about everywhere. They say that there is snow in at least some part of 49 of 50 states.

However, there are ways to render it alll more bearable.

So go here to learn the rules for dating.

Or about the cat that was called for jury duty.

Fun in the snow with a calf sled.

Not so funny, but very interesting, a plastic town.

And some very funny British animal voice overs

Young Ag Leaders Conference

The Institute for Rural America is in Kansas City, MO this week, and so is Liz. She flew out Sunday and won't be home until Thursday night. I guess the hotel is nice and the speakers at the conference are really interesting. (Here is a pdf of the schedule.)

She spoke yesterday with a lady involved in the Missouri Prop B battle, who offered her email address so I can talk with her as well. Prop B was touted as an anti-puppy mill initiative. However, according to this lady, a certain individual who runs a large animal rights group, (whose name I won't mention here, as I don't need trolls filling up my comments)*** (but his initials are the same as the first letters of the words "Wall Paper") has promised to apply the bill to farm animals as well. Here is a map of how the vote went down last fall. As you can see it was divided along rural vs urban lines. Country folks, who actually live with and understand animals voted no. Folks in the city voted yes.

Later in the week Liz will be attending the National Farmers Organization convention in the same spot. Last year she attended as a young farmer representative. This year she works for the cooperative. It is amazing the opportunities that a life time in agriculture, a college degree, and her own hard work have opened up for her. When I was her age I was working at someone else's farm just learning to milk cows.

It is also pretty exciting for someone who has never been on a plane to watch their offspring fly off to distant cities to talk with and learn from important ag leaders. I get to some events here in NY and much enjoy them, but this is big doin's to me. Can't wait until she is home though. I am, after all, a mom first, and a farmer second.

And I am jealous of the bird watching. Eagles nesting right in view of the hotel window. Lots of water birds and maybe ospreys as well. They kinda make my gold finches pale by comparison. I hear there is a board walk and she may take her camera out for some pictures.

Quiet in the Valley

My favorite gold finch picture ever.

White-crowned sparrow, still here with friends

Why are the seeds below the perch?

Somebody needs to fill this feeder!

It is so still this morning. The smoke from the stove doesn't know which way to go. Few cars and trucks on the Thruway, you can hear them creaking in the cold, only a crow or two and one lonesome chickadee calling. I believe the river is finally frozen over, as I haven't heard or seen a goose in days. Bet they are down by the bridge now.

There were quite a few birds around the other day though....and while I was out sneaking around photographing them, the kids were photographing me through the window. Hopefully no one knows how to get that pic off the phone though.

Ethanol and Northview Farm

Read about it here. And, no, the article is not about us. We have fewer than a tenth that many cows. However, ethanol production and subsidies here in the US of A have raised our grain prices about double what they were just a few years ago. Believe me, it hurts to pay using milk prices that didn't rise comparably.

Sunday Stills...Macro Shots

I took these shots of cactus fruit for a post I am going to do on propagating sunrise cacti.

Do NOT step on this puppy barefoot!

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Cold

It is just plain cold.

Cold like a shell

Cold like a mountain.

Cold all day and cold all night.

Oh, the stars sparkle, and the sun puts a glitter on the snow like a kid gone crazy but the cold drives you inside

Where it is less cold, but still cold.

Blankets on all the chairs, long johns, sweats over your jeans over your long johns and still you are cold.

Four shirts

A vest

An over

shirt

Still cold.

Wool socks, yeah, real wool

Still cold.

The wind was pushing the smoke from the stove north last night when we came in.

Does this mean south air and a warm up?

I hope so.

Whine over

We return you to your normal programming, thank you.....

Fox Hunting

All the excitement of riding to the hounds, minus the foxes. Guess all the fun of fox hunting wasn't about being blood thirsty and evil after all....the accompanying video is great fun and well worth the watching....almost like being there only you don't have to personally get wet.

Red Neck Tractor Pull

I don't post too many videos because I know they are hard to load with slower connections. However, this one, of the famous pulling tractor, the Supernatural, was simply irresistible! Do watch...all the way to the end. It is just too cool.

Ladies Who Lay

Can't Complain much about the weather...cold and blustery here, but we are warmer and have lots less snow than many of our friends to the west and north. Thus we will keep our whining confined to the kitchen when we are layering on the wool socks and vests and over shirts, because compared to Alberta and SoDak we have nothing to whine about....but it is still miserable to get dressed for the weather we do have.

Once you actually get out in it, it isn't all that bad. Kinda nice this morning really, after the sun came up. I caught the idiot rooster WD yesterday and put him in the coop. The head guy immediately started pounding on him, but I think he will be okay.

Found the first egg of the year when I went out to feed yesterday. Delighted that the ladies decided to start to lay. We only have four hens, but eggs are most welcome.

The lonesome and amazingly tame white-crowned sparrow is still showing up at the feeders. Today he brought three friends. One of them is quite inventive and figured out how to get its great big self balanced on the tube feeder while snatching a seed. Pretty funny to watch.

Once again I am having computer difficulties, so posts might be late or absent, and comments answered more sporadically than I like...please bear with me, I am trying to get things straightened out.

Word For a Wintry Wednesday Redux

Thickory

Word For a Wintry Wednesday

Smorgasbird

An Addiction to Chewing and Swallowing

Mike Rowe on agriculture.

Jury Duty

Well, my number didn't pop out of the selection thingie, so I only got to spend three hours warm, comfy, and fascinated by watching the jury selection process before I came back home to our cozy little iceberg on the hill (it was fifty-two indoors here yesterday). I was very well impressed with the way the whole affair was run, by the kindness and clarity of the court officials in caring for potential jurors and explaining what would happen, and by how very interesting it all was. If I was retired I would go watch the whole trial.

Thieves

Broke into one of my favorite blog folks' Jeep the other day and did some nasty damage.

Some other creeps came across our posted property line RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR LIVING ROOM WINDOWS, cut down Alan's tree stand and stole it. It had been there for years...the first one we let him put up. I wanted to be able to keep half an eye on him when he was first out hunting alone, so it has been there at least 6 years. They had to come right up almost to the house to get it and spend a goodly amount of time getting it out of the brush around the tree. Must have done it while we were milking because otherwise I would almost certainly have seen them. I must look out those big windows a thousand times a day.

And the dogs would have barked.

Guess that is what you get when they put up a housing development right next to you.

Sunday Stills...the Letter W

Weaving...a Christmas present from Lisa

Winter!

More Winter

Winter friends

White

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Well, Duh

See this silly rooster? (Yeah, those are snow flakes blowing past him.) Liz' boss gave him and a couple of his brothers to us a while back. They were enthroned in the nice little chicken house Matt and Lisa gave us along with our old hens. Daily corn meal, table scraps and fresh water. Shavings on the floor, warm, and cozy, and nice for a birdie.

So what did he do? Try and try and try to get out until finally one day he evaded my hand and made it. Now he sleeps in a box elder tree with Mr. Fluff and wanders around in the snow all day. I feed them both next to the coop and he steals cat food but...... Sooner or later I will catch him, if the fox doesn't get there first, but I am calling him WD. (And not 40.)

Grace had her baby, a lively heifer. It was running around the barn when we got there yesterday (after all those barn checks). It would be nice to think we could make fewer extra trips to the barn, but now we have to start watching Zobaba, Booth and Magic, who are all due to calve in the next week or so. Then in February and March, watch out; sleep is probably going to be kinda scarce.

Have a nice, warm day!

New NY Commissioner of Agriculture

Looks like it. I hate to see Patrick Hooker go, and hope he finds another great position in ag leadership. He has done a great job as commissioner.

That being said, if he has to leave, Darrel Aubertine is a great choice as a successor. A sixth-generation farmer, he has been a tremendous pro-agriculture force during his tenure as a state senator and assemblyman.

Harbingers of What?

"This is a good time of year to be snug in the barn," Rose Magnolia

Yesterday we put the heifers up the hill so they wouldn't repeat Tuesday's adventure when the milk tanker picked up. (Someone insisted...might have been me.) While I was standing in the snowy sunshine being a fence, I bird watched....one of the best perks of this job is being able to bird watch while working....chickadees in the calf yard, starlings down in the barn eaves, tree sparrows and dark-eyed juncos working through the bushes. A gold finch sitting boldly in the tip of a box elder branch, soaking up the sun much like I was. I glanced up at a flock of what I thought were starlings, winging west in a hurry.

Wait a minute! White britches, russet breasts, chocolate brown bodies hurtling by...a whole double decade of winter robins right over my head. I thought I heard one in the honey locust last week, but I dismissed it as a downy woodpecker. I know quite a number of them winter over up here in chilly northern climes, but I am always delighted to see them.

Chasing, Not Amy, Nor Rainbows

The week in review...so far anyhow..it is only Thursday. Cold but mostly clear. A few lake effect flurries mornings, soon gone when the sun comes up. Coyotes howling right nearby most nights or so it sounds. The dog hustles to get back in the house then I can tell you.

Liz passed her milk inspector test...good job kiddo.

The white-crowned sparrow is still here and waits in the lilacs for me to put down seed on an old platform feeder, then hurries right out to eat. Geese and ducks still filling the open water, although I heard very few yesterday. I hope they aren't leaving...they are good company. They sing my lullaby each night and I will miss them when the river locks down for the winter

Some big dairies selling out on the west coast. Milk are prices high world wide, with supplies tight, except here in the USA or so they are telling us. I think maybe two people in the world actually understand what is going on with milk pricing, but I am pretty sure we are being cheated by players a lot bigger than we are...

Chased heifers with the car Tuesday. The men took the stock trailer through the gate and left it open for the milk truck. Five springers there, but they stay up the hill at a feeder and never bother....until Tuesday.

I could see they were feeling riley and wild so, since it was noon and I had not had time to get breakfast, I hurried over to the house for a piece of corn bread, glass of milk, and my book (the new Kathy Reichs, which has a mistake in it...just ask Becky, our McDonald's guru) planning on taking all back to the barn and watching the gate until the milk truck came.

We don't like our driver to have to get out of the truck to open and close the gate.

Well, I just about got back to the fence when Monday, dang her midnight-spotted hide, threw up her head and raced down the hill through the gate. I set my breakfast in the driveway, grabbed my keys and ran for the car to go down the house drive and up the barn one to head her off.

I got there in time mostly because the little snake went up the old pasture lane instead of down the road. All the others followed her and one of the black ones was down on the ice and had trouble getting up.

I won't bore you with the details of how I got in front of them to get them past the car, while making them think I was behind them too, so they would go back up the hill, but I got it done.

They went up and lay down among their feed tires, happy as clams. I watched the barn cats from afar while they ate my breakfast, and listened to my stomach singing four part harmony as if I was a cow, until almost two. That was when the tanker left and I could close the gate.

Just about then the men came back and apologized for leaving me in that fix.

I was nice about it even though I had been planning on writing the Farm Side while the house was quiet. There was still some cornbread left and since it felt more like lunch time anyhow I had it with homemade vegetable beef soup. I am sure the reason it tasted so good had something to do with how late it was.

However, the word is out. On tanker day those five heifers either go in the barn or up in the hill pasture.

Period.

Mamas Don't Let Your Babies

Stay up all night texting girls from mid-western states (and west coast states....and New York State....and all over heck......)

Slow Dog Crossing

It took me a long time to finish this dog. Holidays and all. However, I started hearing noises about getting it done and so I have. Hope the customer likes it.

Belated

Here is a Christmas song, sent to me a little while ago by a friend, which you should really check out. Computer problems kept me from playing it until now....be patient when listening..these are so much more than they seem at first.

Straight No Chaser

Oh, boy, here is another fantastic one....I am going to see if I can buy this for my iPod.

****Thanks Jean!

It was Embarrassing

Corn bread and chuck roast from the steer

To watch Elvis the cat attack Nick, my good dog, and thoroughly school him, until he left his breakfast (which did not consist of the stuff pictured above) and ran and hid in his crate.....

First stalking him with glowing yellow beacon eyes.

Running at him like a puma.

Then buffeting him with giant paws, tipped with freshly-sharpened claws.

Cuff, cuff, cuff, until cowed and thoroughly policed, the poor guy ran for cover.

Danged devil cat. I should have named him Fluffy...then maybe he wouldn't have been so full of himself.

Poor gentleman dog, who knows the cats are off limits to him. I was THIS temped to say the magic words.

Get the kitty.

Sunday Stills....Best of 2010

This seems to be my favorite from last year's Sunday Stills

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Happy New Year

(It is easy to see why, when we think of Heaven, we look up)

To all our good friends around the town and around the world. I hope that 2011 is better for you in every way than 2010.

I hope my job description doesn't change in the coming year. Yesterday was a typical day for requests..."Mom, do you know the vet's phone number?" (Just for some paper work).

"Hey, could you come out and hold the gate while I clean the pen? Those heifers keep running up the hill on me."

"Mom, can you get some sawdust out of my eye?"

"Where are your safety glasses?"

"Well, they were down at the house."

Yes to all. And yes, yes, yes to a life that leaves me with the kitchen counter next to the sink containing, at last count, 1 Bobcat oil filter, 1 chainsaw wrench, seven flashlights, a hole saw blade, shear bolts, lag screws, washers, 2 sets of side cutters, more screwdrivers than I care to count, the grain scale, rulers, shot gun shells, .22 shells, a basket (large) full of assorted parts that somebody might need someday, and some flower pots and matches. Just to name a few.....

There are easier ways, but I doubt that there are many that are more rewarding.

Hope yours is rich and full and fine.