On The Farm


My kids, bless them, have lived a pretty sheltered life.  So when the vet came to preg check our cows it was a pretty eye opening experience for them – wide-eyed experience!  For those of you who don’t know what preg checking is, it’s when the vet checks the cows to see if they’re pregnant.  If they aren’t they go to the sale barn, if they are they stick around and have a cute little calf in the Spring, we celebrate and watch them grow all Summer long.

The experience is in seeing HOW the vet finds out if the cow is pregnant.  That’s where the LONG plastic glove comes in.  Now, I won’t gross ya’ll out today.  Most of you probably know where I’m going with this.  If you don’t, go to http://www.farmgirl31.com and email me privately – we’ll chat.

You can most likely imagine the comments that came from my childrens’ mouths.  It’s an experience they won’t soon forget.  If you’d like to have the same experience, just let me know and I’ll invite you over next Fall.  Oh, and by the way, we only had two that weren’t pregnant.  Come by next Spring and see the outcome (no pun intended).

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First Calf

Our First Baby

I got home from getting the kids from school yesterday and the cows were up by the house.  Nothing unusual.  They know they get fed around about that time, so they come up and watch us, getting ready.  They’re quite comical really.  Sometimes they push and shove just like kids, which wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t weigh 1500 pounds!  But they’re pretty friendly for the most part.

I’ve been walking among them for the last week or so just checking to make sure all is well.  It’s time for them to start having their calves and I want to make sure there are no complications, because living, breathing calves are better than … well, you know.  I’m a little jittery since our first calf was still born less than a week ago.

So we arrive home and everything’s right in the world.  We go inside and not 30 minutes later I look out the window to watch our silly girls still waiting by the fence.  I notice something small and black lying on the ground beside one of the cows and I rush outside not believing my eyes.  Momma is cleaning it up and I say a quick thank you prayer for a fast, easy delivery … and on a pretty day too!  I hope the other 13 are just like that! (16 cows, 1 unbred, 1 still born, 1 on the ground = 13 to go and I’ll keep you posted!)

Ok, we didn’t make the hay … we bought it … for woohoo!  How much?  It was pricey, but it’s good hay.  Our hay man delivered it and even fired up our tractor to rearrange what we had left so he could get the new hay in the hay pen.  Yes, the hay pen.  We had to put a fence around the hay so the horses couldn’t get into it.  They would rather eat the hay in the hay pen than the hay in their feeder.  Same hay … go figure!

Makin' Hay

A sad day in this farmgirl’s life. My beloved old friend, my horse, my Joe, has passed on. I’d had him for over 14 years and he was almost 28 which is gettin’ up there in horse years.

I secured the buckle on his halter and rolled up the lead.  Sadly, I retired it on the wall of the barn in it’s place. The lean-to is a cold and lonely place without him.

A fine friend that will be dearly missed. Happy trails, old friend.

Ridin' Joe

Joe in the Sunset

Life on the farm is very quiet today (at least outside it is:-).  The snow is falling in silence with a good couple inches of ice underneath and the kids are gratefully out of school for the second day.  The horses and cows are doing their best to stay warm; the ice is caked on their backs like Magic Shell on ice cream.  It’s one of those days I’m glad I’m not a cow!  Our dog, Sissy, came out long enough to help the horses with their feed and then disappeared again probably to the hay stacked in the barn.  Who knows where the cats are.  We, of course, are spending the day in the house.

We still have electricity so my son is keeping busy with his RC’s (the batteries have to be charged ever so often) and my daughter is watching movies and TV.  We do have a generator standing by, just in case, but I don’t really think it will come to that.

I’m glad my husband was home this morning so he could brave the ice and snow to feed the animals and break ice. Of course, he had hot, whole wheat pancakes waiting for him when he came in!  My son requested them.  They’re his favorite breakfast besides granola cereal.  I topped mine with all natural peanut butter and honey – yum!

It’s a great day for us all to be home on the farm spending our time together as a family.  We are blessed to have a warm home, food on our table and … no reason to go to town.

No, they’ve never won any contests.  Never been to any fairs, but they all need blue ribbons … for knowing how to stand in the snow and look pretty!  That’s about all our horses ever get to do.  They seem pretty happy with it though.  As long as there’s fresh alfalfa in the evenings and sweet feed in the mornings, they’re good.

You may think that’s a pretty good life to have, however, I’ve seen them with ice caked to their backs.  I prefer the warm interior!  I hope you enjoy these pics.  I sure enjoyed taking them (and then running back in the house where it was warm).

 

We survived the Oklahoma Blizzard of 2009

We survived the Oklahoma Blizzard of 2009

My 27th Winter

My 27th Winter

I went out to feed the cows tonight and almost wore my tennis shoes.  Then I thought better of it and changed into my Muck boots.  See, we had a lot of snow here in Oklahoma (well a lot for around here anyway) and it stayed around for a couple of weeks.  Then, when we thought it couldn’t get much wetter, it came a flood one evening (that means it rained – a lot).  The wind’s been blowing 90 to nothing and it’s been drying out, but I decided not to chance it.  Turned out I was right.  The mud was deep.

The girls were pretty glad I came out though.  About 4:00 every afternoon they walk up to the fence and hang out until they get fed.  I was very glad that I remembered to open a small corner of the bag before I got out there.  Those feed sacks are heavy and sometimes hard to open with one hand while trying to balance it on my shoulder with the other.  And better hurry, Number 13 gets kind of pushy sometimes.  She’s a good one though and let’s me pet her all over before I go.  Just a little added bonus for having to walk through the mud.

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