Feeding the new calves. Case is still kinda new to the whole eating thing, and well just about everything. He was born 4/8 and this was recorded 4/10. John Deer is a week older and has this bottle thing down.
We’re hoping two years from now these guys will be competent “handy steers” who will help us put up hay. In five years they’ll get the proud title of “oxen” and be capable of heavier work. But for today their job is being babies, drinking milk and enjoying grooming, and getting used to life.
Deer is a week old, Case was born just over a day ago, his navel was still wet when I picked him up yesterday. They are close relatives, and hopefully will grow up in sync to be a well balanced team.
Thanks to breeder Jason DeMay of Towpath farm for getting us off to a great start, and all my other farmer friends that have been advising me on my first calves.
First of all, hubby and I wanted elbow room. We’d both grown up in homes adjoining wild land, and realized that in today’s rapidly expanding suburban doughnut one must own their additional land to guarantee it stays wild. (My grandfather found this out 80 years ago when the neighboring plots he had planned to buy got bought up and built on under his nose, this isn’t a totally new phenomenon in suburbs of larger cities.)
‘Tis the season for many of our most troublesome weeds to flower, which is exactly the best time to control them by mowing, after they have expended their energy making flowers, but before they go to seed. Our largest pasture was cleared by a contractor with heavy equipment, and the BCS is soon to get busy on the smaller pastures, but there are lots of little corners we can’t even get our BCS flail mower into that require really small scale equipment.
My scythe is in need of peening, so it is having trouble with the thicker weeds. I decided to get out the string trimmer and give it a try. I’d never before managed to start a pull-start engine, but farming has done a lot for my upper body strength, and I actually managed it, got a few feet into the mass, and realized I wasn’t cutting well because I was out of string. So off to the store we went for more trimmer string. When perusing products, we encountered the “Ugly Head Hybrid Trimmer Head” which claimed to reduce line breakage and convert to a light brush blade. We got the trimmer head home, and gave it a whirl. Hubby took point with the trimmer, and advanced on the burdock. He quickly realized strings were not sufficient and switched to the brush blades. I watched him for a little while carefully nibbling away at each stalk, and then I went and got my billhook. Before I could even propose a contest, he had turned off the trimmer and started to study the problem.
I cleared a good path with the billhook, then hubby asked for the billhook and I went and found the machete. In short order we cleared the patch together, and freed the tangled wreck of last year’s chicken tractor from the weeds. (Snow load did it in, the next model will be modular so we can fit it up in the loft out of season.)
The string trimmer may see some love again in some fence line maintenance, but for the time being she’s parked back in the garage. I guess I need to get around to setting up a peening log soon. Sometimes the old fashioned way really does work best.
I’ve been keeping an eye on Joshua Rockwood’s case, because this sort of thing could make or break sustainable farming. Animals belong outdoors. They need access to shelter and water, but it takes a foot of snow before my sheep lose interest in pasture time. When it’s 14 degrees out it’s not always viable to leave liquid water out 24×7, but as long as the livestock are generously watered twice a day they do just fine.