#129 is born

#129 calf
#129, one day old

#129 was born back on 10-23. I’ve been trying to get to a computer to post the note, and to post the cute picture. There was a delay because of a few reasons:

  1. I’ve been doing a lot of stuff for the Civil Air Patrol lately
  2. We moved all the cows back to the main farm the day after this photo was taken
  3. I’ve been slack and just haven’t done it
  4. When I finally did sit down and write this post, I got interrupted and then forgot to come back and hit publish

Moving all the cows back is kind of a big deal. In the spring we move our momma cows and the babies over to a farm that we lease. Come fall, we move all those cows, plus any new calves that were born during the summer, back to our farm. This allows us to have all the cows in one place for the winter since we have to take them hay daily. It is easier to keep up with feeding when everyone is together.

Plus this gives us a chance to check over all the cows, ear tag anyone that we missed, and generally do farmer stuff at least twice a year.

Because #129 was just born, we had to split a load so that this little girl could ride in the last load with very few friends along for the ride. She is too small to get jumbled in with all the other cows so she rode in the last trailer load. The downside of this arrangement is that her mom was one of the first to go. While #129 was quite content to hang out without mom’s nagging, mom was quite upset that the calf didn’t ride with her to the new farm. She came up to the trailer at each drop off and checked the trailer for her baby. Since we had to wait till the last load to get the baby, it was wash, rinse, repeat for each load. It was nice to see them rejoined on the last load and then scamper off to go graze on the fresh pasture.

Cow milk is back!

As promised, I’m letting everyone know that we have cow milk coming back to the store starting next week. Calves are on the ground, milk is flowing, and we’ll be bottling starting next week in preparation for putting milk in the store.

Currently I’m planning on making our first pickup next Thursday which means we’ll have it in the store on Friday. Hurricane Florence spaghetti map with wing picture

Of course, all of this is Lord willing. We have some excitement headed our way in the name of Florence. It is hard to take some of the weather forecasts seriously because everything is so overhyped but when I look at the current spaghetti models map (my favorite) I see that there is a good chance we are going to get a good smack from this one. Since Spork and I both work with the Civil Air Patrol, and we have a farm to keep running and multiple families to keep safe, we may be too busy to get milk in the store next week. But sooner or later we’ll have cows milk in the store for purchase. Of course, we’ll keep our goats milk on hand as we transition over so you fine folks have something for the fridge.

We are officially out of raw cow milk

Friday I spent the day hauling cows, specifically milk cows, off the farm. Milking on this farm has ended and all of our milking will be happening at our other farm going forward. Unfortunately that means we will be without cow milk from now till August/September of this year when the cows at the other farm have their calves. We are working on a way to have limited goats milk as early as next week.

Our now former milk cows have moved onto other farms, Hedy specifically moving onto a nice family farm in Oxford along with all of our milking equipment. This family had just moved back onto their family farm and they were making a go of turning it into their own style of farm. They were excited and nervous to get into milking. I gave them as good of an explanation as I could, and dropped off an excellent cow. The biggest thing I told them was to not expect to have success for the first week. It takes about a week for a cow to get into a routine and with milking, routine is what you want.

When I checked in with them they of course had the usual problems in their first milkings. Equipment problems, accidentally contaminated milk, etc. Hopefully my setting expectations prepared them so they weren’t too disappointed. Yesterday I received this picture.

Two gallons of milk on the counter
Two gallons of milk ready to go in the fridge. Success!

Milking had gone well and they’d finally gotten some usable, clean, fresh milk. They are a nice family and I couldn’t be happier that Hedy has gone to such a nice farm.

So we will only have Simply Natural Dairy cows milk in the store for the next few months. Once we start getting raw milk in the store again, we will post and let everyone know.

#72 has a little bull calf, number 128

Wednesday of this week cow #72 had a new little bull calf, #128.

#128 lounging in the grass after being ear tagged and banded
#128 lounging in the grass after being ear tagged and banded

The calf had weak tendons in his back legs, something we’ve seen before on our farm. It isn’t very common and something we don’t normally want to see. It usually goes away after a couple of days, as the calf gets his feet under him and gains some strength. If #72 has another calf with weak tendons, then that will end her career as a mom here. Since #128 is a bull, he will not be used for breeding anyway so he can stay and be part of our program.

#72 checking on her calf
#72 checking on her calf

Update from Lucy. #72 is a cow that she had to bottle feed because when she was born she had, wait for it, weak tendons in her legs. #72 definitely has to go. She is passing bad genetics down to her offspring at this point and that cannot be allowed. Once this calf is 6 months old, which will be this fall, #72 will be heading to either the market or the processor.

Momma cows and babies move to our other farm

With the cold spring we had this year, we were late in moving our momma cows to our other farm. Normally during grazing season, we separate the moms/babies and the cows we are raising to eat. The eating cows stay here and are intensively managed, moving to fresh grass every day, and handled and inspected multiple times per day.

The momma cows, who are smarter than the average cow, are left to go to another farm where they have the ability to roam freely. They have ponds, trees, and grass aplenty. It is the cow equivalent of going to the spa.

Cows in the corral, waiting to be sorted
Cows in the sorting pen, waiting to be sorted

Step one of taking the cows to another farm is to get everyone into our corral. Miguel and Vicente took care of this for us. Then we back the truck and trailer up to the loading ramp and Miguel goes into the corral to begin sorting out who is who. Little calves are easy enough. Big beef cows are easy enough. But what about that 6 month old calf? Is that a male or female? Male? Ok, let’s cut him out and he stays here. There are a lot of decisions that have to be made on the fly, all while 1000 lb cows are pushing and shoving going in circles in the sorting pen.

As we are sorting out cows in the corral lane to walk through our corral, we are again sorting out who is going on the trailer and who is staying. We try to send groups of cows who match. If a batch of moms and calves get sent together, good, just open the cut gate and the trailer gate, and let them walk onto the trailer. But then a beef cow gets into a group of moms, or that 6 month old calf mentioned earlier. Now we have to cut them out again as they walk, trying to hold the beef cow up while we get the moms to walk forward. Except now they don’t want to walk so everyone bunches up. Heaven help you if a calf gets in the mix because they get beside or under larger cows and are next to impossible to get untangled. This doesn’t count for the fact that you get 5 cows on the trailer, then have a pause while another group gets sorted, or a cow who doesn’t want to walk stops. The cows on the trailer are like ripples in a pond. They walk onto the trailer, walk all the way to the front, then bounce off the front and walk all the way to the back where they hang out. That is fine, except there is a six foot gap at the front and the cows now finally walking onto the trailer are met with a wall of cows who don’t want to move. It takes some pushing and cursing to get enough cows on the trailer to call it a load.

Of course this doesn’t take into account the little calves, just born. They can get hurt jammed into to trailer with big cows. So we try to load them on their own load with just a few moms so there is plenty of room for everyone.

It takes three of us to do the job. Miguel doing the cutting and sorting in the sorting pen, Vicente encouraging the cows to keep walking forward through the corral lane, and myself controlling the trailer gate and the head gate, which is our final safety stop for the cattle should the wrong cow get to the wrong section. This is where if the wrong cow goes the wrong direction I can run and slam the head gate closed and keep them in the corral until we can get everyone sorted out where they need to be.

It isn’t anyone’s first time doing this job (except for some of the cows) and it only takes a few hours to get everyone moved. All the moms and babies are at their remote home for the grazing season, already lounging and enjoying their freedom. With the now warmer weather, and this weeks rain, we finally have enough grass on our farm. We also now have half the mouths chowing down on said grass. This means we can finally get ahead on grass and not be running on the ragged edge like we’ve been all spring. That is important because summer is coming.

Grass growth will slow, drought could hit us, any number of grazing issues could crop up. It is important that we have a good stand of grass in place to be ready to weather whatever comes.  Now we can finally start growing some grass.

Why am I getting up so early?

This past week we have been back to milking around here. No, not we as a farm, we as in Spork and myself, and Lucy. Erin and Mark have about 1.5 weeks off from milking so everyone else has jumped in to cover their job.

I milked every day when we first started milking cows. It is fun and it turns into a routine after a week or so, so that you don’t even mind it. It actually is a nice start to the day. We only milk once per day anyway so it really is just an adjustment to your morning. Erin and Mark have taken over milking so 99% of the time they take care of it now, which is awesome. But then Lucy moved onto the farm and she was eager to learn how to milk. Good. That takes care of the other 1%

So when Erin wasn’t available, Lucy would tag in and milk. But that usually meant Lucy and her husband Jason. Either way, it didn’t mean that I had to get back into it, for which I was thankful.

I usually wake up bright and early, and I’m already well behind. There are always posts to write, bills to pay, accounting to do, etc, etc. Basically, I can never leave the office all day, and still never be truly caught up. If I do leave the office, there is no shortage of things to do on the farm. Not needing to go milk too is a blessing and lets me start my day doing something that I really need to get done.

But then Jason hurt his shoulder, as in you’re having surgery tomorrow hurt. So he was out of commission. Everyone else was already doing all they could, so Spork and I had to tag back in on milking. No worries, I’ve done this before. I let Lucy take lead since she was doing the actual milking and more importantly managing Jason, and all the milking gear.

“What time do you want to milk?”

“5:00am. I’m up anyway with Jason.”

Calf nursing Betsy
After milking, the calves are eager to get any milk that is left. The immediately nurse to get every drop that we missed

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. You see, I usually get up between 4-5am anyway. 3am isn’t uncommon. I really enjoy getting up early, having that alone time first thing in the morning to get writing done, office work knocked out, etc. It is the way my dad was (3:30am every day) and it really works for me. However SWMBO HATES mornings. As in, there is nothing more important in the world than her getting to stay in bed till the last minute. If she is forced to get up, she gets up, grumps around till she does whatever she has been forced to do, then goes back to bed. No matter if it is daytime, no matter if everyone else is already up. It is a matter of principle that she stays in bed till her self determined time to get up.

SWMBO has expressed that maybe, just maybe, I could not get up so God awful early and start stomping around the house. And on the flip side,  I could therefore actually stay awake through the movie/dinner/board game/whatever that only lasts till 8:30 but I fall asleep through it anyway. And I, through great personal effort, had accomplished this goal. I was staying awake till 9-10pm, and getting up at, gasp! 6:30 or so, sometimes even 7! I felt dirty and lazy, but I was actually seeing  my family a bit which is nice.

“Did you say milk at 5 am? Um, ok, yeah, we’ll meet you then.”

The first morning, Lucy was ragged having been up with Jason. Spork was his normal stoic self. I was putting on airs of being normally functional but I was a combination of exceedingly, head achingly tired, and a wee bit hungover. Which is a lot like day 2 at a Deere meeting so really nothing new for me. We carried on a few days like that, nobody complaining, until Lucy announced that maybe 6:30 was a better time to milk.

Characteristically. Spork and I just nodded and said ok. No big deal either way, Lucy. Inside we both sighed with relief. At 6:30 it is light instead of doing this in the dark. It also went from “God I hate winter, why is it still cold in late March!” weather to shorts and flip-flops weather. So milking has become much more pleasant for everyone this later part of the week.

Calf nursing Hedy
Hedy and her calf, also nursing immediately after mom gets back into the pasture

I think that we’ll have this down to a science just about the time that Erin takes back over. Unfortunately, I’m getting up at 4-5am again with no effort. Looks like I’m going to have to work on being lazy again.

An escaped cow, and #50 has a new calf, #94

Last night just as I was cooking dinner I received a phone call.

“One of your cows is out.”

Ugh, Sunday night during dinner? What a time to get out. I finished up dinner quickly, ate like someone who’d been starving to death for the last month, and then raced out the door to get our errant cow. The fact that it was nearly dark, and that the bottle of wine was nearly empty didn’t add to my excitement over this situation.

Luckily Spork eats faster than I do, and Dustin was up having dinner with us. So the boys all headed over in the increasing darkness. We saw the calf out, walking along the fence line trying to figure out how to get back in. I’d planned ahead and had brought the tools I needed to disassemble the fence. I’d also thought to unplug the fence charger, saving that bit of excitement.

With help from both boys, plus all of the cows who came over to watch the excitement, I took the fence apart. There are four wires that need to be disassembled. I started at the top, because I am old and bending over hurts. May as well warm up on my way to the bottom wire.

I quickly decided that the bottom wire was going to stay attached because if his butt managed to get out through four wires, he could very well hop over one to get back in. Plus that last wire was way down there and I didn’t feel like getting it.

As I was unhooking the third wire, it suddenly snapped out of my hands. I looked over to see that our calf had nearly jumped the third wire coming back into the pasture. Nearly as in not really. Luckily I had it apart already so it just flopped onto the ground. With now ALL of all of the cows looking at us, we went about putting the fence back together. Luckily Miguel and Vicente have been doing fencing the past week and all the fence tooling is in the Gator, including the fence puller which is required for putting this type of fencing back together. Otherwise we’d really have been in a pickle keeping the cows in for the night.

While cursing, laughing, and generally getting things done by cell phone light (thanks Dustin) I managed to get the fence back together and ready to contain cows. While working, I looked over at the cows and noted a calf that looked new. Kinda hard to tell which black cow is which in the dark, but I didn’t think this one was here before. I wasn’t chasing him down in the dark, so I texted Miguel to let him know so he could look in the morning.

Sure enough I got a text this morning, #94 was born Sunday to Sprinkles, #50.

Our new little girl calf, #94
Our new little girl calf, #94

Sprinkles is one of our great moms. A girl calf from her, with Boyd as the dad, should make for a good momma. Hopefully this little girl will be a keeper.

Proud momma, #50
Proud momma, #50

I have no idea how the cow got out. He was young, so probably doing something stupid. There is nothing wrong with the fence.

 

#75 has a new calf, #92

Sometimes I get behind on posting who was born when. Fortunately we just worked cattle so I have everyone’s weights and a good list of who is who.

On Valentine’s Day, #75 had a pretty little calf, #92.

#92 with her mom, #75
#92 with her mom, #75

#92 weighed 47 lbs on 2-28-18 when we weighed everyone. She was doing well.

Cattle herd update for February 2018

Yesterday we did our spring workups of our cattle herd. This entails bringing every cow, both bull and baby, into the corral and then one by one into the head gate. There they are inspected, ear tags checked, weighed, and if needed dewormed. All total we have 56 cows between the beef herd and the milking herd.

We used to deworm all the cows routinely when I was growing up. That was just a normal part of having cattle. Then I started managed intensive grazing and found that the professed elimination of deworming was nearly correct. When the cows are out on pasture, moving to fresh grass every day, they simply do not need to be dewormed. Cows gain weight, their coats look good, and overall they are much healthier.

But when we switch to winter time feeding, even if we move them around, they still spend too much time in one place. And therefore by the end of winter some of the cows are showing too much sign of a parasite load. What we’ve found best is one time during the late winter, we bring the cows in and inspect them one by one. For the ones that are needing some help, we deworm them. For the majority, we do nothing. Everyone hits fresh spring pasture in good shape and they spend the rest of the year in a natural cycle. For any cows that we are planning on eating in the next few months, we make sure that they do not get any deworming. If they needed deworming, we would give it to them, but they’d be pushed back to later in the year for their appointment at the processor.

The last thing we do is to publicly show what it is we are doing. To show who got what treatment, how much, etc. Not listed in this list of cows is our two milk cows, their two calves, and Lil’ Bit the belted galloway and the one cow that is in time out for being greedy, #79. All those cows don’t need any deworming or weights (we aren’t eating them), at least right now. Here is our spreadsheet of cows, weights, and what we did on February 28th.

Ear tag color
Ear tag number
Weight
Treatment
Amount
Note
Yellow 92 47 None None
Yellow 59 551 Ivomec 5cc
Yellow 75 516
Red 37 1051 None None
Yellow 64 830 Ivomec 8cc
Yellow 99 94 None None
Yellow 97 413 None None
Yellow A?, Cut on bottom
Corner
1219 None None Very tall, not fat
Yellow 70 763 Ivomec 7cc
Yellow 83 594 None None
Yellow 81 573 Ivomec 7cc
Yellow 84 513 None Crazy
Red 42 1303 None None
Yellow 86 423 None None
Boyd Unweighed None None
Red 50 965 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow A?, No markings 1116 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow 68 772 None None
Yellow 50 1379 Ivomec 14cc
Yellow 87 302 None None
Yellow 80 370 None None
Yellow 33 1195 Ivomec 11cc
Yellow 46 1127 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow A?, vertical cut,
Stain on right
Corner
1188 None None
Yellow 58 823 None None
Yellow 73 766 Ivomec 7cc
Yellow 51 943 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow A?, cut off ear tag 1328 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow 72 811 Ivomec 8cc
Red 41 1078 None
Yellow 54 865 Ivomec 8cc
Yellow 77 727 None None
Yellow 100 82 None None
Yellow 98 363 None None
Yellow 88 336 Ivomec 3cc
Yellow 76 596 None None
Yellow 1 1298 None None
Yellow 85 363 None None
Yellow 23 1009 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow 45 1066 None None
Yellow A?, No cut 1158 None None
Yellow 66 1106 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow 74 1111 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow 67 1014 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow 93 88 None None
Yellow 61 709 Ivomec 7cc
Yellow A12 1135 Ivomec 10cc
Yellow 96 279 None None
Yellow 65 1023 Ivomec 10cc
Red 40 1240 Ivomec 10cc

 

Cattle with incomplete records, #83, #85, #96

In going through all the recent cow records, I have a number of new calves that have incomplete records. These may have been retagged, born and I didn’t get notice, or most likely born, I got notice, but didn’t get it recorded.

That’s never a problem as I can always go back and look through my texts for these births, except I can’t find any of these numbers in my texts for having been born. This post is to put a record in place for these missing calves. As we work them next time, we’ll get more information and fill in the rest of the info.

#83 weighed 594 lbs on 2-28-18 meaning he/she is probably about a year old.

#96 only weighed 279 so probably less than six months old.

#85 weighed 363 so probably about six months old.