Parable Farms and Friends
Monday, July 7, 2008
I agree whole-heartedly

When it comes to animal health and welfare, there are worse things than antibiotics
Healthy meat would be possible even if organic rules allowed a rare and well-defined use for treatment for a life-threatening infection.

By Hubert J. Karreman, VMD

Canadian organics
to allows antibiotic
as last resort

“Antibiotics are not a cure-all, but they can be a real blessing,” says Lawrence Andres, a veteran organic dairy farmer from western Ontario. He is pleased that antibiotics are included – as a last resort for humane care and relief of suffering – in Canada’s proposed organic regulations.

Andres represented all of Canada’s dairy producers in the long negotiations that produced the Canadian National Organic Standards, which are set to go into effect by the end of 2007. While he proposed a month-long withdrawal period of milk from a cow treated with an antibiotic, a 14-day withdrawal time became the rule. This continues the practice of most of the current organic certifying bodies in Canada.

So what is the threshold when it becomes OK to use an antibiotic? “We talked and talked on this,” Andres says. The group of commodity and organic-sector representatives settled on symptom-based, observable criteria. The Canadian organic standard says that as soon as suffering becomes evident, the farmer needs to assure that any treatment possible – including an antibiotic treatment – is done to get the animal back to health or to relieve suffering. After initial organic first-line treatments, Andres counsels farmers to carefully observe their cows and to move to the appropriate antibiotic within 12 to 24 hours if the cow’s condition has not stabilized.

“The goal is always to keep the animal’s well-being in mind,” he says. Andres believes the people who created the US prohibition against antibiotic use for cows that remain in an organic milking herd are not the ones who then had to care for cows and see what the no-antibiotic rule meant in the barn. His goal is to have producers see their care for animals as a profound moral-ethical responsibility that has to take precedence over a cow’s place in the milking string.

As the Canadian dairy farmers grappled with the antibiotic question, they found that few veterinarians could offer much help, because few of them are trained in the alternative treatments that are the “front-line defense” for organic dairy care.

He explains that organic cow wellness begins with nutritious organic feed and healthy living conditions. Homeopathic and botanical remedies are the primary tools when a cow shows symptoms of illness. If a cow’s condition stabilizes or begins to improve in 12 to 24 hours after these treatments, she will probably return to health. If her condition worsens, other treatment is required, as described above. If pain to any dairy animal seems to increase, the farmer needs to take action to relieve it, usually by administering bovine aspirins, he explains.

“Our consumers are not alarmed to know that we use antibiotics to save an animal’s life when it has a severe infection or to use painkillers when it’s suffering,” he reports. “They agree with us because they are concerned about animal welfare.”

Andres has a closed, registered Holstein herd of 200 cattle, milking about 90 of them in a grass-based system near Kincardine. Under a no-antibiotic rule, it’s his experience (in the US and in Canada) that some organic producers wait too long to use an antibiotic, postponing treatment in the extreme hope that the animal will recover and possibly stay in the milking herd. The more compassionate farmers, he says, violate the prohibition and treat the animal with an antibiotic without reporting it.

Andres says all organic farmers must become more attentive to animal welfare – with a clear concern for animal suffering – to meet the high expectations they have created for the organic movement.

He’s also not in favor of a punitive multi-month waiting period after an antibiotic is used before the cow can be returned to the milking herd. He fears it would cause the same kind of temptation to place the cow’s organic status over her welfare and comfort as does an antibiotic prohibition.

~ Greg Bowman

I believe there was a fundamental mistake made by the US organic community when it rejected all antibiotics, both sub-therapeutic and therapeutic.

May 11, 2007: I spend my life around livestock and farmers, learning how to bring health to animals and greater understanding to the people who care for them. What I see in organic livestock systems encourages me in many ways, but I’m troubled by the absolute prohibition against antibiotics in the system.

Organic standards must continue to focus farmer attention on wellness, prevention and stress-reduction, but farmers need to consider a definable but rare use of an antibiotic within organics when it’s the humane thing to do.

The rise of antibiotics

Antibiotics, when first discovered, were truly miraculous. Age-old infectious disease could be reversed and a person could become healthy again. Life-threatening conditions such as bacterial pneumonia, post-partum womb infections (puerperal fever), abdominal infections (peritonitis) and generalized blood infections (septicemia) no longer condemned people to premature death. Other conditions such as bone infections could also be effectively treated without limb amputation.

Unfortunately, the miracle cures that made antibiotics rightfully famous also made physicians less reliant on other methods of treatment. Rather than integrating antibiotics into existing modes of therapy, they became dependent upon them, and anti-infective/anti-bacterial biologics and botanicals were discarded. Moreover, non-life-threatening bacterial infections such as minor ear infections and skin conditions became routinely treated with antibiotics.

Use of antibiotics, in both therapeutic (prescribed to respond to appropriate symptoms) and sub-therapeutic situations also became the norm for livestock agriculture, since antibiotics proved to be useful in reducing disease prevalence as well as promoting growth. This led to the intensification of livestock agriculture as we know it today. The widespread use of antibiotics to treat non-life-threatening conditions in both human and veterinary medicine may be the cause of the resistance patterns seen in modern medicine.

Organic agriculture regulations in the United States explicitly reject all applications of antibiotics for livestock. This is largely due to early organic producers listening to the fears of organic consumers regarding general over-reliance on antibiotics in agriculture. Those fears are still present today.

US organic prohibition unique

I believe there was a fundamental mistake made by the US organic community when it rejected all antibiotics, both sub-therapeutic and therapeutic. It is very likely that the sub-therapeutic use of antibiotics for undiagnosed disease control— as well as growth promotion—is what organic consumers find so troublesome. It is unlikely that an organic consumer (whether highly sensitive to environmental or animal welfare concerns) would actually want there to be punishment for treating an individual animal with a therapeutic antibiotic for life-threatening infectious disease diagnosed by a veterinarian. No other country than the United States has an absolute ban (i.e. permanent removal from production) for the therapeutic use of an antibiotic for an individual animal that is ill.

Proponents of the absolute ban quickly point to the regulation, 7CFR205.238(c)(7), that says:

“The producer of an organic livestock operation must not withhold medical treatment from a sick animal in an effort to preserve its organic status. All appropriate medications must be used to restore an animal to health when methods acceptable to organic production fail. Livestock treated with a prohibited substance must be clearly identified and shall not be sold, labeled, or represented as organically produced.”

While part of this statement certainly sounds good, there is a penalty for carrying out such good will to the animals under our care. Upon close inspection of this regulation, one can formulate the following question: Who is to say what medication will be used and when will it be started in the disease process?

In order to avoid the penalty associated with antibiotics, one’s philosophy or comfort level of alternative medical treatment (including herbs, homeopathy, acupuncture or other methods) will likely steer the initial course of treatment. If treatment is successful with the alternative treatments, great; but if not, then valuable time may have been lost in order to “restore an animal to health” as the regulation requires.

Anecdotes are not enough

Proponents of the complete ban often say (and rightly so) that since organic farmers are getting paid premiums for their products, they owe it to the animal to use whatever it takes to treat the animal. Indeed, organic consumers expect a higher level of care and compassion for the animals that produce the product they are buying on the shelf.

Unfortunately, many organic farmers grasp at any treatment that is promoted simply to avoid using antibiotics. Organic farmers who are looking to use non-antibiotic approaches to heal infectious disease need to be extremely careful about what they choose to use—or to whom they listen. There are many anecdotal incidents of success from individuals, but anecdotes are limited to the farm where they were applied—usually with no thought to what other factors may potentially have caused the animal to heal.

In essence, when it comes to an individual animal needing truly prompt, effective treatment for a serious infection on an organic farm, the US organic rule may compromise animal welfare.

People just learning about organic agriculture often know that antibiotics are not allowed, but then innocently ask how much extra time the animals have to stay out of production if antibiotics are used. The simple answer is: forever. Under the current USDA organic rule, an animal must be immediately removed from any further involvement in the organic system once it is treated with an antibiotic. This rule applies to any age animal, not just adult animals, and renders the animal of no value within the organic marketplace. (It can still be used or sold in non-organic livestock channels, but at a greatly discounted value.)

In essence, when it comes to an individual animal needing truly prompt, effective treatment for a serious infection on an organic farm, the US organic rule may compromise animal welfare. For instance, an unborn calf can’t be certified organic if its mother is treated with antibiotics during the last trimester of pregnancy. Moreover, a calf delivered by Cesarean section is not even allowed to drink its own mother’s milk if the mother has been treated with an antibiotic, since animals must consume only organic feed for their entire life. (To not use an antibiotic after a C-section could be easily be construed as malpractice due to the very high probability of an abdominal infection.)

“Just say No” doesn’t work

The absolute prohibition on antibiotic usage brings up many challenges—challenges not only to the farmer managing the animals but also to the veterinarian called in to treat a sick animal. While there tends to be less stress on organic livestock (likely due to decreased production demands, higher forage diets and grazing), there still can be the occasional animal that, for any number of reasons, may become very ill due to an infection. Reasons may include stressors on the immune system such as calving or adding a new animal into an established group. If the immune system is depressed, infectious problems can arise more easily. Therefore preventing stress is very important in the organic system if we are to avoid reaching for antibiotics.

Any health-compromising condition encountered on a conventional farm can be encountered on an organic farm. My experience shows, however, there will be dramatically less occurrence of conditions needing veterinary attention on organic farms.

The immune system functions optimally when animals are in robust health resulting from sound nutrition, continual access to circulating fresh air, dry bedding, shelter from the elements and grazing well-managed pastures. It should be noted that even with somewhat less stress on organic livestock, any health-compromising condition encountered on a conventional farm can be encountered on an organic farm. My experience shows, however, there will be dramatically less occurrence of conditions needing veterinary attention on organic farms.

A major concept to understand is that not all infectious problems require an antibiotic—and in actuality, only a few do. In my experience, the following three conditions do need prompt antibiotic treatment: peritonitis, bone infections and when there is infection in two major organs (i.e. lungs and uterus, etc.). Withholding antibiotics in these kinds of instances is not only blindly naïve but also illegal according to 205.238(c)(7).

Other infectious problems, if attended to early in the process, can respond to biological and botanical anti-infective agents. These can include: mastitis, uncomplicated pneumonia, diarrhea, metritis, pinkeye, foot rot, abscesses, kidney infections, fevers of unknown origin, and so on. The key is early treatment. When farming organically, it is imperative to be committed to jumping on problems as early as possible. There is just no other way to handle problems with livestock if antibiotics are to be avoided as first-line defense. The real question is: Exactly when might antibiotics be the most appropriate treatment?

Making it real

In order to appreciate the complexity of addressing an infectious problem, a real-life scenario is helpful. Pneumonia is a good example because its illustration can include ways of prevention but also treatment in case it does occur. Pneumonia can be a major concern for farmers transitioning to organics, as well as for the veterinarians assisting them. Additionally, pneumonia can easily become a life-threatening situation if not addressed early and properly.

Pneumonia can occur in picture-perfect, fresh heifers that have been outside until just prior to calving and then brought inside to join the milking string, especially in tie-stall situations. The rapid mixing with older animals in housing with poorly circulating air can give rise to respiratory problems. Risk of infection in this scenario is often elevated since the animal’s immune system becomes suppressed from the internal hormonal changes that occur near calving time. Additionally, abrupt feed changes and ensiled feeds with invisible molds or mycotoxins may upset her digestive system and disrupt normal homeostasis (dynamic wellness), increasing the chances of not being able to withstand infectious challenges.

Young calves can also be afflicted with respiratory problems. Pneumonia is common in young pre-weaned and just-weaned calves which are housed indoors, especially when they share poorly circulating airspace with nearby older animals. Outdoor hutches or age-group housing offer continuous fresh air to animals. Along with dry bedding, outdoor venues are excellent in preventing pneumonia.

I like to remind farmers that it is better to have a live cow than a dead organic one.

However, respiratory problems can also happen soon after older calves—having been outside all summer on pasture during their first year of life—are brought back into a barn in late autumn. In this case, the calves may be parasitized with stomach worms (strongyles) which will draw down their defenses, making it likely they will succumb to respiratory problems when placed back into a barn shared by other animals. Less commonly, other species (like pigs) that are allowed to freely wander around barns can track germs from one area to another.

Obviously, preventing animals from experiencing poorly circulating air, ensiled feeds with molds or mycotoxins or becoming parasitized is critical to prevent many problems in general. Even if vaccinated, an animal can still become ill for reasons never to be fully understood.

Recognizing symptoms to scale response

The cardinal signs of pneumonia are fever (above 102.5° F), increased respiratory rate, cough, slowness to eat and a somewhat-distant stare. If the fever is high (~106° F), it may be viral at the time and respond well to non-antibiotic treatments to stimulate, as well as support, its immune system. When listening to the lungs:

  • If there are raspy or rough sounds, a non-antibiotic approach can be considered.
  • If abscesses are detected by stethoscope or the animal is “belly breathing” (more belly than chest movement), go immediately to antibiotics.
  • If there is another infection somewhere in the body (udder, uterus, etc.), go to the antibiotic.

Always be prepared to use an antibiotic if no improvement occurs within 48 hours of using natural approaches. I like to remind farmers that it is better to have a live cow than a dead organic one.

Various botanicals have been proven to make the immune system more robust in overcoming infection—garlic, goldenseal and ginseng immediately come to mind. Biologics (therapies derived from living organisms) can actively stimulate the non-specific arm of the immune system and also supply the animal with antibodies while vitamins, minerals and botanicals support the animal in general. Animals with pneumonia need to be watched closely. If a further decline is noticed, antibiotics need to be started.

In groups of coughing calves that are bright and alert and still eating (the earliest stage of a respiratory problem), natural treatments can work quite well as long as the other basic management tools of fresh air, dry bedding and sound nutrition are practiced. However, it is usually the one calf that caught the farmer’s attention that is depressed, laying down and coughing that should receive antibiotic treatment.

Animals treated by natural means tend to recover more slowly but should be improving continuously.

So, once an animal displays symptoms that indicate infection, how exactly is a farmer to know when to choose between natural treatment methods and an antibiotic? The farmer actually doesn’t need to know—this should only be done in consultation with the local veterinarian who has personally examined the animals.

What the farmer needs to know is when to call in the veterinarian. For the sake of animals on organic farms, sooner is better.

This article represents the private opinion of Dr. Karreman as a professional veterinarian and organic consumer, and does not represent any endorsement by the USDA National Organic Program, USDA National Organic Standards Board or any its members.

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Friday, July 4, 2008
Some very long days.

Yesterday was a very long day.  The day before that was a very long day.  Today was also a very long day. 

Tuesday, Abigail woke up at like, 4:30 in the freaking morning.  As a result, I overslept because Monday night, um, well let's just say I had already been up late *winkwinknudgenudge*.  Then, I did about a million loads of laundry and visited with Holly all day.  She brought all three of her boys and the kids had a lot of fun.  Then dh had to go to work which left me to do the chores, blah blah blah.  Amanda and I worked out a deal for doing laundry (she doesn't have enough water in her well to use her washer).  It was just a long day, but a good one!  I then stayed up waaaaaay too late waiting for dh to get home (he didn't come home until midnight) but because of um...the up-latedness of the night before, I *was* waiting up for him (and I dont' regret doing so ;p).  But I didn't get to sleep until one am and was up at the ass crack of dawn yesterday.  I had to of course, take care of my cows and set up the parlor for Jim.  No biggie.  Then I had to take Morgan with me to her school to take care of registration, meet her teacher and let her get a good look at the place.  I was pretty pleased with her teacher (I mean, at first glance).  She was very nice and assured me that the school was required by law to make sure that she be offered a gluten free lunch.  I was pretty surprised at that!  I will have to see how good they can be about it.  Morgan did her little interview very well.  At first, she was very nervous and told me she was NOT going.  I told her "Then nobody will get to see you in your pretty dress and see how nice you look with your hair like that."  She said, "I know what I need to do.  I'm going to go!  It's not scary!"  She's so cute . She was very shy, at first and wouldn't answer the teachers color  questions at all.  I assured the teacher (Mrs. Murphey) that Morgan knew all her colors.  She tried a different tactic.  She pointed out that the card she was holding matched Morgan's *very* pretty dress because the dress's stripes were the same color.  She also picked out other details of Morgan's clothing and in the end, Morgan told her all the colors and Mrs. Murphey had to resort to crayons to see how many she really knew.  Once Morgan came out of her shell, as per usual, she was fine.  I do think, though, that my little girl has a little vain streak, lol.  She did great and told me afterwards that it she liked it.  I hope she really does.  We happened to run into Ella while we were there so now I think Morgan really does believe that Ella will be there.  I just hope they are in the same time slot.  Mrs. Murphey seemed to think we would be but she wasn't positive.  If things go the same way as they have in years past, she told me she thinks our rout is the afternoon class. 
Anyway, after going home I had to get Morgan ready to go over to Ella's to "swim" Ella's new pool.  My mom and her friend Riv (who had driven us to the school) hung out and had some coffee and though I was privately dying of embarassment because my house was absolutely trashed, we had a good time.  They left, with Morgan, and then Holly and I took our babes and Timmy and went grocery shopping.  Kyle stayed at our house and continued to play the game he had started yesterday on our Wii.  I got back much later than I wanted to (around 5:30) and Morgan had just come home.  Dh and  had planned on a nice, quiet evening after feeding the calves BUT right as I was doing...i don't even remember, Jimmy's dad pulled up.  I go over to say "hi" (cuz I like him) and he just looked so frazzled.  I asked him what was wrong and he told me that Jimmy and Amanda had just taken Erin (their 2 1/2 year old) to the ER in an ambulance.  Turns out she was having a febrile seizure but at the time, they had no idea what was happening.  She was completely unresponsive, convulsing and turning blue.  Not good!  Had Jimmy not bet down for a goodbye kiss when he did and noticed she was just totally unresponsive, he would not have been their when her seizure started and since Amanda was running water in the bathroom, she wouldn't have heard anything.  There is a God and he's watching that family, lol.  So Jimmy's dad had come over to ask us if we would do Jimmy's chores.  Of course!  so we did plus ours and well, suffice to say that i didn't get into the house until ten and dh was out till ten-thirty.  I went to bed around 11 and was up at 5:30ish this morning.   
I got down into the pasture this morning, after setting up the parlor for Doug (there are two ways we do it: Jim's way and Doug's way.  Doug's way irritates the hell out of all of us because it adds about half an hour to my morning.  irritating and not nearly as efficient as he seems to think).  Anyway, I finally get down to the pasture (the third one back, down in the valley, good gracious it's pretty but oh so far) and I find not one but THREE calves and two fresh cows (145 had twins, a bull and a freemartin, A had a bull).  I tried to get them to move to go in but really, walking two fresh cows and three calves through two gates and three pastures was a bit much for  me.  I gave up and went back in, explained the situation, Doug sent Jim with me and I actually ended up sending Tony because a) I needed to nurse and b) I'd had enough of wet, waist-high grass and stubborn cows.  It was about time for dh to be out there anyway. 
I spent the rest of the day re-claiming my house.  It feels good to sit here and know it's clean.  I just can't stand it when it isn't.  It's so hard for me, lol.  So while it's certainly not going to win any Better Homes and Gardens nominations, it's much, much better.  Tomorrow is supposed to be bright and sunny so i will do lots of laundry.

Naturally, Jim is off tomorrow and of course Doug is taking off Saturday.  Doug asked if "we" could help with the milking tomorrow and well, i said yes, even though dh is going to be working *sigh*.  That's going to be FUN, lemme tell ya.  I'm thinking I might call and beg my sister to come over and sit with Morgan in the house because honestly, she's a pain in the ass when I'm trying to milk.  I haven't told dh this yet but I don't plan on making him milk.  I'll do it in the morning.  I know he'll have to get up with Abigail, anyway, but at least he can kind of snooze on the couch.  That way he only has to feed the calves and well...maybe I'll get a nap sometime before he goes to work.  That would be nice, hehe. 

Anyway, as I was doing chores tonight, Jimmy brought in the milk cows and suprise, surprise, yet another bull-calf (195).  This cow he was not even aware was going to freshen, she apparently had never been separated into the dry herd (shame shame).  She'll bear careful watching as she was being milked right up until calving. That's a no-no, in case you are wondering.  So now, I have NINE, count them, yes, nine bull-calves and that's 7 calves on bottles right now.  The guy was supposed to pick the bulls up today so I don't know what happened with that.  I hope he comes Saturday because really, UGH.  SEVEN calves on the bottles is too freaking much.  I've only got six bottles anyway, and only four nipples, so there is no practical way for me to just assembly line them all.  ugh. As it is, I've got too many calves in the "bull pens" (3 in each) and two on ropes/halters next to that. 

Oh and NOW we have not one, but two freemartins.  Doug says there is a small chance they'll breed (ok, look, we all know that the experts claim it's a 2% chance but you can't fault they guy for being an optimist) and if they don't breed, they can be beef.  Win win for him.  Ok, then! 

Oh, and a side note: Erin is totally fine, now.  The doctor thinks that she just has a virus.  He thinks she seized because he fever spiked so fast.  He explained to Amanda that yes, small children can tollerate high fevers very well (hers was 104) but in some cases, it spikes so quickly that the body can't deal with it and it seizes.  She was here today, though, and just as feisty and spunky as usual.  We are all very glad she's ok.  Jimmy told Amanda that he'd never been so scared in his life.  My heart goes out to both of them; I can't even imagine what they must have gone through.  Mandy said that as Jimmy was trying to get some cold water for a compress while the ambulance was on it's way, their well gave out.  NO WATER.  Oh.  She said she's so grateful because honestly, she thought she wasn't going to have a daughter any more.  I'm just so thankful she's ok.  Unfortunately, Jimmy is actually really sick.  They have some kind of tummy thing (oh please, oh please, don't let us get it!)

So, now I'm going to bed becasue I absolutely cannot sleep past five tomorrow.  Goodnight!

Oh, and here's a picture just for fun:



That's me, receiving some very sand-papery kisses from Duo (or #2, obviously).    She's so ridiculously sweet. I love the almost curls right on the top of her head. 

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Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Oh wow, it's been a while!

I realized with a start this morning that I had completely forgotten about this blog.  Not good! 

Things are going along at such a fast/slow pace around here.  It's so strange to me, this different way time seems to flow.  We've been SO BUSY and yet, time doesn't seem to have the same urgency here as it did in the city.

 Our roommate moved out for the time being (working back in the city for a while) and so for the first time in nearly 9 years my husband and I have our OWN home.  No roommates!  It's been so good for us as a family. 

The children are growing like weeds.  My youngest is just days away from walking, I'm sure of it, and recently she's been trying more words.  Kitty! is her new favorite.  My oldest is registering for pre-school tomorrow and I'm very nervous about it.  My dh and I are very much of the unschooling mindset but we also feel she needs to spend some time with other children.  It's such a hard thing for us, living out in the middle of nowhere, like we do, and not having a car.  Our very first goal is to get a car.  Preschool is one thing, it's only two hours a day, lol.  We are not at all sure about next year, though.  We will see.  When we lived in the city, there was absolutely nothing that woul have convinced us to send our children to public school.  But this particular town is so small it only has one school that goes from pre-k all the way up to 12th grade.  Very, VERY small school.  I spoke with the preschool director and their approach to preschool is pretty much exactly what I was looking for.  It's essentially social time for the kids with a little bit of fun learning on the side.  This is perfect for my oldest as she LOVES learning but I'm not entirely sure how she'd do being asked to sit at a desk (she's 4yrs old in August).  No testing, no worksheets.  They encourage exploritative learning, use the strewing method and just play with them.  I can live with that.  I'm uncomfortable with anything past kindergarten for now, though.  This school is so completely different than anything I've been exposed to before, though.  We shall see.  If I had a car it wouldn't be such an issue but I'm not really comfortable unschooling a child when I cannot take her out and explore with her or become involved in co-ops or activities.  I just feel like I don't have the resources I need to make it work well for *her* specifically.  But we shall see! God has been so unbelievably faithful to us that I'm confident He will make His will known to us with this, too.  For now, I feel like we've been handed a blessing with this pre-school program.  If nothing else, it will allow us to meet some other families with young children and maybe build up a network of friends.  Honestly, I'm nervous and not sure how I feel about institutionalized school.  However, my dh really seems to have what is best in mind for our kids and I know that overall, he feels the same way I do about schooling in general.  Therefore, I trust him.  I know he's not just taking the easy way out and I know he's encouraging this at this time because he truly believes it's what Morgan needs. 

Farmwise, things are going well, I think.  We have so much to learn but we've gotten into some routines.  Dh and I care for the calves and I am responsible for the dry cows.  We've got 25+ heifers, now, and I'm waiting to sell 6 bullcalves.  Unfortunately we've lost two heifers and one cow.  Learning is hard.  Sometimes I get stuck in situations where if I had known more information, I could have saved the cow.  This has happened twice and it's very frustrating for me.  The first time was when we had a cow who freshened and then proceeded to not produce a drop of milk.  This is very, very bad news for the calf.  The calf MUST receive a feeding of colustrum in the first 18hrs or so of it's life.  The reason is because the immunoglobulins found in colostrum  only, are of a relatively large size in comparision to the other solids and proteins in milk.  The calves gut begins to close after 18 hrs and by 24hrs, most of the particular solids and immunoglobulins in colustrum can no longer be absorbed by the calf.  This means that the calf that does not receive colustrum is immensely vulnerable to infection and will most likely die.  Unfortunately,  the other worker here and myself were unaware that our boss had a stash of colustrum in his freezer that we could have utilized for this heifer.  Nobody told either one of us so none of us new.  At one week old, almost to the day, she became very sick (it's amazing how fast this can happen) and she was dead within 24hrs.  There was nothing I could do (though I surely tried!) and despite my best efforts, she died.  We lost a calf one week before that from a mysterious infection.  That was was perfectly healthy and almost two weeks old when suddenly, she was very weak and sick.  That morning, she was spunky, bright-eyed and ate her bottle without any problems.  That evening she was so weak she could barely suck, had a cold mouth/nose and legs and was having trouble standing.  I managed to keep her alive for almost 48 hours but she did die and we weren't entirely sure what was wrong.  The vet suggested (over the phone) that it was probably e-coli but neither myself nor my boss is entirely buying that.  For one thing, while she was definitely scouring, she did not have foul smelling feces.  I don't know.  Loosing a calf is very frustrating.  ARGH.  Overall, though, we've not lost many and our boss seems pleased with our work.  I'm certainly enjoying it! 

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Monday, April 14, 2008
Dgtl of one Day on Murphey Farm



It's morning and a beautiful day!



Breakfast has been eaten and the kids are up.  Tony (my husband) checks his mail...


...while I wash dishes.



Abigail does NOT approve of the lack of attention...



Morgan gets a turn on the computer.  She's coloring  My Little Pony (Great website for kids!)



Meanwhile, Abby is mollified with some milk.

 
















Boys are ready for work.  (Tony's on the top and Nick is on the bottom)













 














I make some chocolate milk for Morgan; it's one of her favorite treats.



























Dishes are done and in fact:
                                                                                                                                          
 
  
  










My whole kitchen is clean!



































Nick heads over to Parable Farms to help put the rest of the roof on the part of their barn.  (Freyjah watches them go.)
                                                                                                                                                                                           
 

 








               











Jim brings hay to the heifers while Tony goes out to the far pasture to bring hay for the dry cows.






















I go back inside to do the never-ending laundry.  The last load I did actually much later in the day but I can't remember when, exactly, so I put it here.
























                                                    
While I fold clothes, Morgan occupies herself (she claimed she was helping me, hehe).  She loves to jump on the bed and what she's doing in the last picture, she calls "walking on the wall".

    Just as I finish up the laundry, Morgan brings me her baby and asks me to rock her.  Then she takes this picture.  She's so sweet, lol.















Time to go outside!

















Morgan loves to swing.














































Tony and Jim move some fertilizer near the dry cow's pasture.

















I work at trying to get all the grass and rocks out of the flower bed.














While I was working in the flower bed, I thought to take a break and go see if there were any new calves (we're expecting up to three this week) and while I didn't find any new calves, I did discover that a heifer was out, running about and having a great time.  So dh and I spent about 15minutes chasing her back and forth until we finally got her lil butt back in her freestall with the rest of the heifers.  I didn't get a picture of all of this action as I had left my camera outside by the garden.  I decided to get a pic of the cows anyhow, to commemorate the occasion:


























She had been running around in here, where she didn't belong.

















Lunch break!


Abigail helps me clear my memory card and check my e-mail.



She also gets the 276th clean diaper of the day.




























While Abigail naps, Morgan and I head to the pond.



The water is unbelievably clear.  Even the grass at the front of this photo is under water.  You can even make out the shapes on the bottom out in the deepest parts, when it's still. 

































































We see all kinds of interesting creatures.  From top to bottom: A snail, some kind of water beetle, and if you look carefully, there are two large mouth bass in the first pic and on of the same breed of fish in the second.













Morgan gets her feet wet...












...While I take entirely too many pictures....






















....And get my feet wet too.













This is the west side of the Pond.






























This is Jim's Rooster.



























Look carefully! See the eggs?  I was going to take a picture of the hen to go with the Rooster but I couldn't find her...but here's her clutch, instead.



We were at the pond for a few hours (we had such a good time!) and while we were doing that, Daddy made dinner and put it in the oven.


 
























Morgan needed a bath, after all that:

  

She says that she is Ariel the Mermaid.  In the top picture she is singing, lol.


After Morgan's Bath, we ate and Tony shows off his superior Daddy skills.  *tsk tsk* The kids room is a mess.  It's amazing how quickly that happens...


I attempt to get a picture of Morgan's outfit (that is entirely her pick, btw) but she turns her nose up at the camera, away from me.



Abby LOVES the wagon.  You can just make out her "happy and expectant" face, here.  She's actually doing this cute little rocking-back-and-forth thing she does when she's excited.  We are getting ready to go into the barn and see if Jim needs any help. 

But First!! Morgan (lil diva that she is) issues an executive plea:


Evening Swing-time!  Morgan loves the swing more than anything else, hehe.



Aaah, come on, Mom!  I don't WANNA be on the ground!!! Put down the stupid camera and pick me up!


Ok, this next section probably requires a bit of explanation: 

We have five groups of cows, here.  There are the yearling bulls (which have all been sold, as I understand it, to Parable Farms, which is the farm my parents live on), the heifers (which are last years calves), the calves, the dry cows (ones who aren't being milked right now, most of which are pregnant and expecting before too long) and the cows that are freshening (which means they are currently being milked).  Now the dry cows are all out to pasture right now but they have to be brought in at night for grain rations, which takes place in the feed-stall.  Usually the feed stall is occupied by the fresheners so we feed the dry cows while the fresheners are being milked.  This means that when the fresheners are finished being milked, we have to push all the dry cows back out to pasture, being careful not to allow any of them to mix.  That's how the evening started, with us pushing the dry cows out of the feed-stall.



As you can see, there is really no actual "pushing" involved, most of the time. 



After you, Ladies!  Tony is in the feed-stall shooing them out from behind. I stand in the Y gate so as to keep them from going that way and mingling with the fresheners. 


Last out of the stall is our resident bull.  He is mostly blind and about as sweet as can be, if a little shy.  He always amuses me.  In this picture, you can see him doing the cow-version of picking his nose.  He is very fond of Jim and Jim has to be careful because a bull trying to give you a hug is, uh, well it can be hazardous to your health!

While dh shoos all the dry cows down the chute and into the pasture, I go back into the barn and see if I can give Jim a hand.


These ladies are done and can go into the feed stall.  I'm just making sure they go into the feed-stall and not just wander around the room.  They don't really need much encouragement, they know what comes next: GRAIN!!! And believe me, the LOVE their grain.  Notice the red on the cows teats?  It's a special solution put there to help prevent mastitis.  The cows teats are treated before and after  milking, though the solution that's used before milking is wiped off right before milking begins.  This is not only to prevent disease in the cows udders, but also to make sure that there is absolutely no cow crap or bad bacteria in the milk.



After shooing the first group into the barn, I let in the last group to be milked.  Jim has already started the girls on the right, here, and is setting up the girls on the left, now.  Notice he wears rubber gloves while working with them.  Every precaution is taken not to make the cows sick.  This is an USDA Organic Dairy Farm, so these cows are not fed antibiotics nor are they fed RBGH.  There are grass (or hay) fed girls. (they get very little corn, generally as a treat, and grain is something most dairy cows need to keep production up.  We are looking at cows that produce well on hay only, but afaik, "looking into" is the operative word, here.)



Ah, sweet relief to the ladies!  You can actually see the milk in the clear parts, right underneath the silver bits on the udders.  This thing works pretty much exactly like an electric breast-pump...just on a grand scale!  Some of these cows give 3 or 4 gallons at a milking!

Ok, the part of the day I look forward to every day:





That's a bottle!  The youngest calves need to be bottle fed for a few day so that they learn to use an artificial nipple.  It's funny to me that when human babies are bottle fed, it's usually formula.  But we don't feed calves formula, that's to expensive AND it's bad for the cows.  They get raw milk.  Of course, for the first 24 hrs, the calf gets colostrum straight from mom.  After that, she gets milk out of the bulk tank, which is basically everybody's  milk all at once.  I'm not sure of all the reasons why we pull the calves off the mothers but I do know that trying to milk the fresheners with calves running all over the place would be very difficult, if not impossible.  I think, also, pulling the calves off the dams is supposed to help their rumen's develop more quickly (the first "stomach" where the hay ferments). 



I'm trying to do them both at once because the big brown and white one is a bully.  This is a calf that is an entirely different breed than any of the others we have.  It is this breed that supposedly produces at peak production on only hay.  This would be wonderful for many reasons so I believe Doug is expecting a few of this breed to be born this year.  We'll see how they do. 



Also, the brown and white one (we'll call her Bess) is a greedy shmeedy.  The lil one (who is actually small even for a Jersey calf) takes almost twice as long as Miss Greedy-Pants to drain a bottle.   Morgan absolutely loves doing this.  She can't hold the bottle by herself yet because a) when they are full, they are too heavy for her to hold up for any length of time and Calves really need to have their heads up while eating (it causes the milk to bypass their rumen and go right into the last stomach, where it is absorbed the most efficiently) and b) Bess (Miss Greedy Pants) will push very hard on the bottle, rather suddenly (typical calf behavior, it causes let down on their dams) which would possibly knock Morgan over.  She helps me, though, and that's awesome.  She LOVES the calves, of course (who wouldn't?).

Interestingly, cows do not have any top teeth in the front of their mouths.  And the teeth they do have are very flat.  So even if the  calves had it in mind to bite Morgan or myself, it wouldn't hurt.  As it is, the calves know Morgan brings the milk and will come up and suck on  her fingers (and whatever else they can a hold of...last night I had one suckling on my wrist and another on an elbow while I fed the newest bull, not pictured here as he wasn't born  yet).



Unfortunately, despite the five or so pictures I took, this is the only one that didn't come out blurry.  The calves who have learned an artificial nipple well, get fed off of the bucket.  They seem to prefer this and I think it's because they can all eat at the same time.  It's fun to watch, they all get their lil tails going at the same time.  Cute cute.  This lil heifer here in the foreground is quite smart.  She's small and so doesn't get her fill as quickly as the others because she eats slower.  So when the other cows are done, she will shove her nose into the bucket, tipping it up, while she's suckling and get all the rest of the milk that way. 

After the morning feedings, there is usually a bit left in the bottom of this lil feeder bucket.  It's not uncommon to find a barn cat in there, with nothing but their butt showing, taking care of the leftovers.  :P


The sun is going down, the work-day is coming to an end.




Bedtime Nursies.



Tony checks his mail at the end of the day.



Nick is home and relaxing after a long day in the sun.



Morgan watches Scooby Doo before bedtime (she actually fell asleep on the couch not too long after I took this picture).



The kids are asleep and it's time to relax.  It's too nice outside to want to be in.  We can hear the frogs in the evenings now.  I wish I had a camera that could take pictures of the stars!!





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Monday, March 31, 2008
And we cook!

Yesterday I was determined to make a yummy meal and Morgan wanted very badly to help.  Partway through preparations, I decided to take pictures and do a teeny dinner digital.  I love to cook and I've always wanted to do this.  As I was extremely busy with both kids and dinner and I didn't think of it right away, this isn't a very good dgtl.  BUT it was fun to make just the same and hopefully my next one will be more organized.  It's hard to take pictures while cooking and supervising two littles and I have no practice, yet. 


I was at this point when I thought of taking pictures.  I'm making stuffed mushrooms.  Our roommate often teases me that I must be a true hobbit because I enjoy mushrooms so much (as well as being short and rather portly).  Making stuffed mushrooms is so easy and I loooooove them.  These are Baby Bellas.  I'm particularly fond of Portobello mushrooms, though really, I've yet to eat one I don't like.  Anyway, pop the stems out and make sure you wash them well and place them in a dish upside down.




As previously stated, I had already begun making dinner when I thought of taking pictures so I don't have pics of what I put in this.  It's nothing extraordinary.  Cream cheese, the mushroom stems (finely chopped and sauted with butter, garlic and a little sea salt and pepper), dill, some leftover fancy soft cheese I can't remember the name of and some port-wine cheese.  Just leftover stuff, really, I didn't have enough of any of it to do much with.  Get out the beaters and blend it all together and *presto* mushroom stuffing. 



Abby helped me with the cleanup from that. :P



Here are the mushrooms, stuffed and ready for the oven. 



While I was busy with the mushrooms, Morgan was helping me mix the burgers.  Originally I was going to make a meatloaf but I thought patties would be more fun.  Again, nothing fancy.  They consist of one large onion, finely chopped, sea salt, pepper, some rice as a binder, and one egg.  Oh it's probably about a lb or so of ground beef.  This stuff is really good, organic, range-fed beef and it's "whole cow" ground beef, which means all the best portions of meat are in there, too.  Makes some really good burgers.  It's also surprisingly lean.  Anyway, I set Morgan to playing inImean mixing up those while I was busy with the mushrooms.  Eventually she got tired of having dirty hands and freaked out until I cleaned them off. 



Here it is, ready to be made into burgers.  Hey lyss, how about some meatloaf? :P



I like to roll my soon-to-be burgers into roughly shaped balls.  So, here they are, ready for cooking! 



...Aaaaand, into the skillet they go!  I love cast iron, I wish I had a whole set, I really do.  I would never use anything else, lol.  Well, that's not true, stainless steal is a very close second.  But I loves me mah skillet.  Ok, ok, so it's Nick's skillet but I figure it's ransom until I get my dutch oven (lovingly referred to as my cauldron) back.  In any case, I just stick the little balls in, smoosh them well with a spatula and let them go. 



Meanwhile, I had the broccoli going.  Simple, simple: olive oil, bit of  sea salt and just toss it now again until they are just soft.




Just about finished.



Tony loves rice and asked me to make some with dinner, so I did.



  Just as the burgers were done, the mushrooms were ready to come out of the oven.  I baked them at 400* for a bit.  I don't know how long, I wasn't paying attention, I just pulled them out when they looked and smelled done.  In retrospect, I could probably have let them brown a bit but they were awfully tasty just the same.








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Monday, March 31, 2008
A new birth!

Yesterday I took the girls outside for a goodly while and since I was out anyway, decided to check on the cows and see if we had any new calves.  Imagine my surprise when I actually interrupted Mama in the midst of active labor!?


There she is.  She's the one in the back (a Holstein) withe the yellow tag on her ear. 


Ok, you can just see the calf's nose emerging, there.   I couldn't get a better shot because despite standing ON the feed-rail, I'm just not tall enough to angle the camera over the other cows. 

After this, we left Mom alone because my kids were being loud and I didn't want to disturb her. 

We came back in fifteen minutes and found...

A new, still steaming calf!  I don't yet know the sex (I forgot to ask Doug later in the day) but as far as I know it's healthy.  Yay!

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Sunday, March 16, 2008
Yay!

The first calf of the season was born today, out on the snow (surprise!).  A nice, healthy heifer.  Woot woot!  It was fun learning how to feed her and how to check the cow to determine weather or not the heifer had already fed.  She did NOT like being milked so soon after birthing, at first, which i can totally understand, nipples are sensitive after birthing!  We have another cow who's bagging up, too, she will prolly birth soon, as well. 

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Thursday, March 13, 2008
Pictures are fun!

I thought some pictures would be fun.  The day before yesterday,  I was going stir-crazy so despite it being only 20deg out, I took the girls out for a "walk".  We got lots of pictures!
I wore Abigail on my back (she's 11mo old) so I don't have any of her outside but I got tons of Morgan!

Here is Morgan! I was trying to give a good idea of how deep the snow is, here. 

This is a pretty good one.  She's walking in a tire-track from the tractor. 

This is Freyjah.  She's my 4 year old (almost five!) baby.  She's an Akita/German Shepherd cross.  She LOVES the snow.  Love love love.  You should see her, she sticks her whole face in it and runs around that way, right before she starts rolling.  She will find the deepest bit and lie down in it.  A friend of mine adopted her for me from the animal shelter in downtown Baltimore City.  They told us she was found in on the highway.  She was 6mo old at the time (or thereabouts) and this dog definitely thinks she's died and gone to doggy heaven.  She loves the farm.  She is absolutely thriving here and I can't express enough how happy that makes me.  She's a good, good dog. 



Snow Angels!

She's comin' to get me!

It was a beautiful day.

Here she comes!!

Silos!

Tuckered out. 

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Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Pepe Le Pew!

Welcome to life on the farm.  It took  me all day yesterday (with dh) to hang, count them, ONE cabinet.  I mean, it was one of those jobs where every time we tried to move to the next step, we realized there were two things that HAD to be done first; and inevitably, those things had micro-steps that needed completion, as well.  We did, however, get the wall fixed, and that was a big deal. 

Then, as I'm trying to wind down for the evening, talking to Lyss on the phone, this horrific smell assaults my senses.  Now, if you've ever smelled skunk, you know it's a smell you never forget.  I've smelled it once before (when some IDIOT thought it would be a great idea to shoot a skunk right outside the cabin window at the ranch I volunteered at years ago) and honestly, I'll never forget it as long as I live.  And NOW I don't HAVE to because my dog went and got sprayed by a skunk.  I think it was getting into the garbage (no more leaving the carbage in an uncovered can) and she went and defended!  She has never in her life seen a skunk before and the other night she nearly killed a possum (good girl!) so I think she may have thought that's what it was.  Boy did she find out otherwise! Poor thing was out there rolling around in the ice and rubbing her nose in the snow.  I felt so bad for her.  THAT's going to be a fun bath.  It was so bad last night I didn't even let her in the house.  She spent the night on the stoop.  It was too late to start the bathing routine that will need to be done and can I just say that this is a ROTTEN time of year for her to need a bath?  I'm so concerned about her catching pneumonia.  I think she's going to get a bath soon and I'll just have to keep her inside for as long as I can.  I'd love to say "Until she's dry" but, well, I don't have a dog, I have some weird conglomeration of a sheep and a carpet.  Dh loves me.  He's going to wash the dog because for some reason, his sense of smell is just...lousy.  It doesn't bother him and we can be standing right next to the dog and he only catches wiffs.  I can TASTE it, when she's outside and I'm in, I can only imagine what locking myself in a bathroom for half an hour with her would be like.  Luckily, he took pity on me.  I have never, ever asked him to bathe my dog before (we kinda have this deal that it's my dog, as he's not really a fan of dogs, which means she's my problem) but he knows that I have a very, very sensitive sense of smell.  I seriously can taste the things I smell half the time, it's kinda weird.

Right now, there is so much ice on the trees, that they contributed to this morning's adventure.  Poor Jim.  He had one row of cows milked and the other all but ready to go when the power went out.  Yup.  And we discovered that here on this farm, NOTHING works without it.  Not even the toilet or the shower works without water.  FANTASTIC.  Even our heat, which is technically gas generated and is all water radiators....even that doesn't work! The furnace doesn't fire without electricity.  So first thing this morning, dh gets up, runs outside and sees if he can help Jim.  Fed the cows in the field, hooked the tractor up to the generator and called the electric company.  Thank God they were quick, powers already back up and everything's fine.  I think Jim is finishing the milking now.  Usually he's done and gone until evening by now but, well, at least this time it got fixed fast.  Last time the power was down here (same problem, broken bit on the transformer, thank you ice-trees!) the poor cows went almost two full days without milking.   The thing that sucks is that when the power is down for a long time, Jim has to hook up this other pump to the milking system and he doesn't know how to re-wire the system to accept the pump.  The backup pump runs on lower amps so the generator will work it.  Thankfully that will not be necessary as the power guys came right out and fixed the power line (and trimmed back the tree) so hopefully we won't  have this problem during the *next* ice-storm. 




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Friday, February 29, 2008
The Ballad of Gypsy

Ok, so some backround is required for this telling:

When we first arrived here at the farms, we came over to the apartment so that I could see it.  This was the day I discovered it was absolutely not ready to be moved into.  Upon opening the door, we found a very, very friendly kitty inside of the apartment.  There was a hole in the wall in the kitchen that she was apparently using to get in.  Keep in mind, we live above a garrage, which an addition the the front of a barn.  The barn is only used to store hay and hay equipment, except in the spring, when it houses the new calves for a time.  So my house doesn't smell like cows, thankfully, hehe.  Anyway, there is a storage space opposite our appartment, above the shop as well.  And this space apparently wraps around to the back side of the barn and then that space as well as the space between our walls and the actual barn is all open.  So, the cat can get inside the walls of our house from the barn.  Now, this cat decided to adopt us (I've named her Gypsy for her wandering ways) but we don't let her stay in the house overnight.  One of the reasons is that I do not have a litter box and as she was born and raised in a barn (you'd think she'd be ferrel but she really seems to appreciate free food) she is accustomed to going outside and has her own place to sleep, I'm sure.  So she comes and goes during the day but gets the boot at  night or when I'm cooking (seriously, I've never had such a nuisance of a cat while trying to cook).  Her normal routine, after being given a gentle toss out the front door is to come through the walls, back to the kitchen area and peek through the space between the outlet and the wall and meow her head off in protest that I'm cooking (or cleaning or whatever) without her.  Eventually, she gets tired of that and goes back over to the main barn, where Jim gives her and the other six or so cats milk at milking time and from there I don't know where she goes only that in the wee hours of the night, she's nowhere to be seen.  She's usually back at the door in the morning.  Well, day before yesterday...I didn't see hide nor hair of her.  I figured she got tired of the dog trying to play with her.  Later that day I did see her but Freyjah kept trying to play with her until she got pissed off and left.  That evening, she was doing her usual behind the wall routine and then she left...or so I thought.  Now you have to understand, there is space between my entire house, ceilings and all, and the original building.  I have slanted ceilings in the kitchen and on the opposite side of the house, which she likes to crawl up and around in, too.  You can hear her scratching about up there fairly often (talk about a BIG rat!).  So I hear her scrabblings around and meowing and somehow she managed to get behind the wall that's behind my sink.  The is the adjacent wall to where I she normally pokes her nose in.  There are holes there, too.  I thought nothing of it and went to bed.  The next morning, I kept hearing her meow from that wall but figured it was warm there because that wall is between the bathroom and my kitchen...so nicely protected from the very cold air that's from the barn.  In the later part of the afternoon, Holly stopped by to see me and at about that time I noticed a peculiar smell coming from the sink area.  Now understand, I have a ridiculously sensitive sense of smell.  At first, I thought it smelled like a wet dog...but then decided that wasn't right.  After Holly left I started sniffing around the wall (yes, I'm sure that was an amusing sight) and decided it smelled like distressed animal.  That was when I noticed the fur stuck to the edges of the holes above the sink (I think I mentioned that our kitchen isn't quite finished in a previous entry).  So I start tapping around and there is a scrabbling and a woe-begotten meow.  Crap!  I realize she must still be in there from the night before.  Dh and I tap around a bit and we think she's in the wall, behind the counter.  Well that's crap because I can't poke more holes there.  Busting the wall up is annoying but not a huge deal as we were going to be hanging stuff over it, anyway (it's not dry-wall, but this old crap they used to use that's not even as good as panelling...kind of like really stiff cardboard).  But we knew we wouldn't be able to reach her if we broke the wall up above the sink and we couldn't very well bust holes through the cabinets to get her out.  So, we though, well, she got in there, maybe she isn't really stuck, just, you know, warm and is meowing like a lost kitten because she wants us to let her in or give her some food.  All day she was in there and at night, I couldn't here her anymore (and the smell went away) so I thought she had gone home.  This morning, as I'm cooking breakfast, I went over to the sink and turned the water on.  She started to scrabble all over the place and at that time I thought she was right by my head, a little bit up and to the right.  This is when I actually got concerned.  I knew, from the hole in the wall above the sink, that there was a post right there that went all the way (apparently, though, it doesn't go all the way down).  If it was there, then she was probably stuck on the wrong side of the post (or thought she was) and so was unable to get out.  At least I knew she wasn't under the sink!  All morning I could hear her scrabbling, meowing, and generally sounding pretty upset.  After dh came back in from milking, had his breakfast and went back out with Doug, Nick and I tapped around, felt her out, and Nick tore a huge hole in the wall.  There she was!  She wasn't actually stuck so much as she didn't have enough room to turn around and head back down.  I've never met a cat that will willingly go back-end first into a space they can't see so as far as she was concerned, there was only one way to go-up...but that way didn't lead to anything but the a cross beam.  She couldn't get out.  Unfortunately, the banging and tearing that was necessary to open up the wall scared her half to death so despite the giant gaping HOLE she could have just stepped out of, she thrashed around so much she fell all the way down to the bottom, behind the sink.  In the end, that's probably a good thing because she can probably get out from there.  But we DO have a giant hole in the wall now, and no kitty cat to show for it.  I just hope dumb-dumb doesn't do that again.  So frustrating, though, her entire body was exposed, there was just a small beam between her and the outside world.  Nick and I didn't want to just grab her because while she is very friendly, she was terrified, had been stuck in there so long there was poop in the wall, right on her butt, and she's not exactly tame.  We felt that it was wiser to let her get out herself.  But when Nick reached for her to give her a gentle pet to let her know it was ok, she flipped out and wriggled and, thanks to the lack of wall, was able to twist herself to head down, which is when she lost her footing and dropped right down.  I don't hear her now and I cannot see her down there so I HOPE she is out now.  Hope so, because the pannelling is going up today, if I have to put it up myself, and those cabinets are getting HUNG.  I'm so tired of dishes lining my counters. 

So that's Gypsy's story.  Welcome to the family, Gypsy.  She's terribly cute, I'll have to get a picture, if the poor thing ever shows her face again.  She's quite a shameless beggar, to be sure, so I expect to see her again.  She's so shameless, we almost named her Shameless.  Maybe we'll call her Shameless Gypsy.  :P  She's a Tabby that tried to be a calico.  She's got the calico splotches but where many calicos are dark in color, she's got that grey-stripey thing going. 

Anyway, back to work!

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Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Diaper Free

One of the goal's that my husband and I have for our family is to be as self-sustainable as possible.  I'm sure you can imagine that with two small children, this can really be a challenge! 

One of the things we have implemented (and in fact, implemented long before we came to be farmers) is something commonly referred to as Elimination Communication or, as I prefer to refer to it, Diaper Free.  This is the practice of encouraging one's baby to eliminate in a receptacle or the "big potty (as we call it here) instead of their diapers.   If anyone wants more information, comment, and I'll write a post just about EC.  But that's my backround for today's entry.

Well, while I love the idea of homesteading, we've got a traditional type thing going on around here that I'm not too thrilled about.  My dryer is not currently hooked up (need to run a gas line to it ).  Part of the way we practice EC is to use cloth diapers as backup.  Over the month that we were at my parent's (which we had not planned for at ALL) I had her in 'sposies.  Well, as she's only ever used them once a day since she was born, she has a nice, lovely rash so naturally, as soon as I got into our own place, I busted out the cloth...and am still alternating between cloth and sposies because...well...have you ever tried to dry four people's laundry on a radiator?  UGH.  And can I just say that hand-washing a really poopy, solid-food diaper is GROSS?  Especially with my oh so favorite Kissaluv's fitted diapers.  They are SO cute..and so terry-cloth styled which means that the poop just gets right into those fibers like VELCRO and won't come out.  THAT was fun.  Today I've been super-EC'ing Mom and had caught every poo in the potty and managed most of the pees, too, but of course, the SECOND I thought to myself, "We're doing pretty good, today!" I drop the ball, let her go a little too long in that diaper and BAM! poop in the terrycloth diaper.  *sigh* 

When I first started using cloth/EC waaay back when my 3yr old was a baby, I had to hand wash everything because I didn't have a washer.  NOT my favorite then...not my favorite now.  Sustainable living is GREAT but I'm gonna have to need my washer and dryer.  And yeah, line drying, blah blah blah, it's ten degrees outside and I am NOT going back to having clothes lines strung up around my living room.  Girl's gotta have SOME pride.  I am hoping to get a line up in the summer for my diapers, though, sun is such a wonderful thing for laundry.  Did you know that sunlight itself will get rid of stains?  Bad smells?  You know how permiating male cat urine is, right?  Well, I've had the sun completely obliterate even that. 

Ok, so there's my blah blah for today.  Hand washing diapers?  I'll pass. 

Hopefully, by the end of the week, I'll have a dgtl post up on my first butter-making experience.  I've got access to all the raw  milk I can fit in my refrigerator (ok, prolly not allowed to take THAT much, but still) and I"m going to make butter! I've got it in the fridge, separating, now, and I am hoping to skim the cream off tomorrow and then let the cream sit until Friday and then make butter out of it.  Yay!

I leave you with a picture or two:


Heifers!


Me and the girls getting ready to visit the Cows. 

A tiny portion of the "front yard".

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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Ah, the begining of adventure!

I feel so blessed to be here, it's unbelievable.  We are here, we are farmers!  This farm is so beautiful, and it's still under snow.  I can't wait to see what it looks like in the spring.  I can't wait to get my hands dirty gardening and raising chickens and, God-willing, getting some goats! 

At the moment, we are still learning.  We live on a Dairy Farm, down the road from my parent's farm.  Parable Farms is what our family has invested interest in, but Murphy Farm is where my husband and I live.  This is a USDA Certified Organic Dairy Farm.  It is run by three people, lol, and there are somewhere in the neighborhood of 250 cows.  We have only been on this farm a week and "farmers" a month.  My parents have been learning now for three years and so this is going to be quite an adventure! 

Murphy Farm is expecting new calves next month.  Parable has three new lambs, is expecting a kid or two next month and has had one cow (who was born and then died) already.  There are several Hereford and Devon (and crosses between those two, and Angus cows) expecting to drop calves any time now.  I just can't wait for spring! 

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