Stories of life on our farm in Northwest Georgia where every day is an adventure in this beautiful spot that God has entrusted to our stewardship.
Showing posts with label Pasture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pasture. Show all posts

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Don't Call Me Late for Dinner

"I don't care what you call me, " goes an old saying, "just don't call me late for dinner."

Dinner time for Ebby takes me past our lower lane on these lovely autumn evenings.

Now that the pasture has been bush hogged, Ebby and Seb are probably enjoying the hay bale in the run-in shed, so I call out, "Ooooh, cow!  Oooooh, cow!"

Ebby appears in the distance with Seb trailing along behind.

I pour out her feed and top off the water tank, but the evening light is so beautiful, I stay to watch her amble towards me.

Ebby takes her time--she knows I wouldn't call her late for dinner--and I take my time, too.  These golden autumn moments are treasures to be enjoyed.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Seb's Big Day Out

It started raining Sunday night and rained hard all day Monday and that night, so Ebby and Seb spent his first 24 hours and then some in a stall.  Today the rain stopped, and it was time for Seb to see the world.

He quickly found his "sea legs" and took off running.

Poor Ebby went racing behind him in an extended trot that would do a dressage horse proud.

As she followed her wayward son, she emitted constant plaintive moos.  I'm sorry to report that Seb completely ignored his mother and continued to gallop all over the field.

I think he even surprised himself with his speed.

He was very serious about having fun.

When he'd worked off some of his high spirits, Seb came up to get some petting.  What a sweet little guy he is!  (Even if he does worry his mother.)

Several times during the day he wouldn't follow when she wanted him to, so she stood there and bellowed for him until he came.  Mothers and their boys seem to be the same through all time, whether they're human or bovine!

Who could resist that adorable face?

Friday, April 10, 2015

Reach Out and Touch Someone

Before we bought this place in 2008, the previous house had been destroyed by fire.  The owners put a trailer out back to live in while they were rebuilding the house, and of course they had electric and phone lines put in.  The power lines were gone before we moved here, but the phone line has remained an eyesore across the middle of our view for almost seven years.

A couple years ago, a hawk decided that the right-hand pole made a great lookout for checking out our barnyard smorgasbord.  I've made several requests over the past two years for the phone company to remove the poles and lines, but nothing came of it.  So we've continued to live with the hawk and the big black line across our view.
 
Imagine our surprise when the phone company recently turned up to take down the unneeded telephone poles and lines.  It looks like my efforts to "reach out and touch someone" finally paid off!  As a fringe benefit, they left the poles for us to use as fence posts.

Better yet, hey left us with a beautiful, unobstructed view!

I spared a grateful thought for the nice phone company guys as we enjoyed the sunset that evening, a sight that will really reach out and touch someone!

Saturday, November 1, 2014

If Cows Could Talk, Here's What They Would Say . . .

Dear Hopeful Cow Owner,

Before you decide to bring me home and keep me as a family milk cow, here are a few things you should know about me . . .


1) I am a ruminant. I eat my food quickly and burp it up to chew my cud. When I swallow, my cud goes to my rumen, a large “stomach” full of good bacteria that help me ferment and digest my food. My rumen produces gas, which I burp up.  This means I have different needs than horses and other animals you may be used to.

2) I am a herd animal and do not like to be alone.  I’d rather have other cattle for company, but even a sheep or a goat will do.  I also hope to be treated kindly by you because I depend on you.

3) I need some basic infrastructure—at least a fenced pasture, a shelter if you get bad weather, a small pen to confine me when needed, and a way to hold me still in case I need treatment. 

4) In most cases, I need free-choice hay. Even out on pasture, please keep hay available for me. The fiber helps me digest my food. No matter what some people tell you, please don’t feed me moldy hay. If you wouldn’t feed it to a horse, don’t feed it to me.  All pastures are not equal, so my “good green grass” might not be as good as you suppose. And those clumps of long, green grass? That’s where I pooped, and it’s not on the menu!

5) Avoid abrupt changes in my feed, whether grain or spring grass.  Change it gradually and keep it that way for several days before another change. This gives my rumen time to adjust.  And by the way, PLEASE keep all feed double-locked.  If I can, I will sneak in and gorge myself—and that could kill me.



6) I need plenty of water, and if my tank runs dry I will suffer. I use a lot of water for digestion and even more for producing milk. Even in cold weather I need water, and if it’s too icy I won’t drink enough.



7) I need free access to minerals. What I need depends on what part of the country you live in, so please find out what I need. Salt is only one of the minerals I need, and horse salt blocks aren’t sufficient for me.


8) I need shade, enough to lie down in to comfortably chew my cud--trees or a shed, I’m not picky.

9) Think about pests. Flies really bug me. They bite my udder and teats and can give me mastitis or pink eye. Please control the flies! Sometimes I get worms, even though you may never see them. Try to rotate my pastures, and take fecal samples to the vet twice a year. He will tell you what wormer to use for me.

10) I need vaccinations against various diseases and probably a rumen magnet, too.  An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.

11)  Think about my love life.  When I'm in the MOOOd for love, I can bellow loudly, day and night!  If I don't have secure fences, I just might go looking for love in all the wrong places.  I won't produce milk indefinitely; I'll eventually need a new calf, which means either getting a bull, sending me off to a bull, or AI.  How will that work with milking me?  



12) If I should get sick or hurt, PLEASE call the vet if it’s beyond your skill! I can have calving problems, mastitis, milk fever, ketosis, bloat or other things that could permanently hurt or even kill me. If you want me to take care of your family and provide you milk and meat, please care for me in return.

13) And finally, if I’m ever suffering from sickness or injury or old age and not even the vet can help me, PLEASE give me the final gift of love, a peaceful death.

Now let me tell you what I will do for you . . .





1) I will look beautiful in your pasture, giving you joy just by being there.

2) I will give you a calf every year and raise it for you.

3) I will give you affection in return for scratches.

4) I will teach your children responsibility and where their food comes from.

5) I will keep you in tune with nature and the cycle of life.



6) I will give you manure to compost for your garden.



7) I will keep your pastures and your lawn mowed.



8) I will let you be the boss of me--or at least let you think you are.



9) I will give you a reason to get up and go outside every day.



10) I will even be your friend and companion, if you so wish.

11) With care and good management I will share with you the milk that God intended for my calf.   I will not begrudge it, but will give it generously.


12) And when my life is over, I will feed you one last time if you so desire

. . . for I am a cow.

I, the undersigned, do agree and covenant to fulfill my responsibilities toward you, my owner—

The Cow

Will you, Future Cow Owner, agree and covenant to fulfill your responsibilities toward me?  If you do, I have one favor to ask:  Before you bring me home, please buy a copy of Keeping a Family Cow, by Joann S. Grohman and read it from cover to cover!

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Herb and the Amazing Honey-Do Pasture Fence

This post began with the soggy wet winter of 2012 when we realized that we couldn't keep our livestock in the barnyard another winter.  It's too small for our growing herd, and without gutters on the barn, all the rain gets channeled into the barnyard, leaving the animals standing in mud for much of the winter.

The obvious answer was to create a new pasture by fencing in the north edge of the property.  On this map of our pastures, the new fence line would go along the upper edge of the property from about the middle all the way to the lefthand corner (enclosing the white area that says "2.00 acres" and has a largish pink building with a branching green driveway.)  That area was already mostly fenced on three sides, the bottom (marked by x's) and the two ends where it joins the green and pink areas.

The idea was that this new pasture could double as a winter sacrifice area, still being handy to the barnyard for milking and feed storage.  I decided that we would name it Kara's Pasture and give the existing Kara's Pasture (in yellow) a new and very prosaic name, Middle Pasture.  My pasture names aren't very creative, but they tend to be fairly obvious and don't lend themselves to being misconstrued.

So on Dec. 17, 2013, Herb set to work with me as his assistant.  The first job was to walk the proposed fence line, find the surveyor's marks, and mark a trajectory for the new fence.  There was a lot of brush to be cleared away, including lots of rusted old fence that had grown into several trees.

By Dec. 31 we had cleared and marked all the open area and gone on into the patch of woods.

Here we're heading back to the house after finishing work for the day.  This new Kara's Pasture was going to be possible because Kara had moved to town and her old double-wide had finally been demolished.  The crew had finished the job by putting new gravel on the road to fill in the ruts left by their heavy equipment.  The gap across the road here and about 10 feet behind the barn were all that would need to be fenced on one end.  "All" that remained was about 900 feet along the edge of the hunting preserve, and we would have a pasture.

As things turned out, the pasture would not be finished in time for the winter of 2013.  Herb's classes started up again in January along with a busy counseling internship, and the fence was relegated to his Honey-Do List.  Finally, on May 12 (two days after graduation) he set to work--and promptly threw his back out!  After I finally dragged him to the chiropractor he felt better and began work in earnest on May 19.  By the 23rd he had finished the part of the fence in the open and was into the trees.

It may have been a relief in one sense to leave the hot open pasture, but working in the woods brought Herb its own set of challenges:  steep terrain, lots of brush to drag the cattle panels and fence posts through, and poison ivy.  By this time there wasn't much I could help with, not having the strength to drag stuff through the brush, so it became a one man job.

As Herb finished one section of fence he would move his bright orange hay string ahead and start on the next section.  Nine hundred feet can seem very long when the end isn't even in sight!

When Herb got towards the end I was able to be of a little assistance again, although I was milking Siobhan twice a day (since Wellie was born on May 26).  At least I could drive through the Middle Pasture in the Doodad and bring Herb ice water or drive him back to the house for lunch.

This flat area at the bottom of the hill with the creek on the left has always been one of my favorite spots.  I call it the "Billy and Blaze Trail" because it reminds me of a lane Billy might have ridden his pony along.  It's sure to be a favorite shady loafing area for the animals in the summer.

By May 30, Herb was setting the corner posts to tie the bottom of the new fence into the Back Pasture fence. 

Misty and Hero (you can see his white chest behind the wire) were Herb's constant and faithful companions, burrowing into the coolest places they could find and laying there panting until he was done for the day.

On May 31, the herculean task was done!  A solid line of cattle panels and T-posts ran all the way up to the barn and tied in behind it.

A sturdy section of 5-strand barbed wire fence crossed the creek bed, secured to a T-post in the middle.
Closing that last gap between the cattle panels and the barbed wire section was a momentous occasion!

My hero!

All that remained was to install and fill the water tanks at the new hydrant.

Kara's Pasture was ready for occupants!

The garage, re-sided with cement fiber and painted, was all that remained of Kara's old house.  A car port on the far side will provide cover for hay bales and animals during the coming winter.  Seeing the house demolished had been bitter sweet for us, but having the pasture finished was pure joy!

This pasture is great because it goes right up to the round pen and barnyard, so it's got easy access.  Hay bales are kept in the silver barn (far right), so it will be a short hop with the tractor to get them under the carport.

Most of Kara's Pasture is on high ground so it will drain well in winter, too.  While we plan to feed the horses their hay under the carport, we'll probably move hay bales for the cattle around in different places, wherever the pasture needs organic matter built up.  That way any hay that falls and is trampled in won't be wasted, but will enrich the soil.

Here are Ebby, over by the water tank, and Macree, under the tree, enjoying the new pasture on June 3.  Who knows where Tiggy is in all the long grass?




When we moved Ebby and her gang into Kara's Pasture on June 3, we had it temporarily closed off right beyond where Siobhan is in the photo above.  But we needed a real gate, so on June 14 Herb finished setting the posts for the new gate, which closes the gap across the driveway that runs between the barnyard and the Home Pasture.  We've left the temporary gate up at the other end because this allows Siobhan to get out and graze a bit in the "gap," usually in the evening since there's no shade.

With the gate, Kara's Pasture is complete, and the biggest item on Herb's Honey-Do List has been scratched off!  Now we can move animals from the barnyard to any one of our other pastures--or between any two pastures--without them ever going outside a fenced area.  That is very reassuring! All five pastures have shade and water hydrants, and four of them have shelter, too.  There will be no more long hoses running from the house down to the Lower Pasture and the Middle Pasture in the summer; no more hauling water down in the winter.

To re-cap, here's the original map of our pastures.


Here's the new map. The Middle Pasture has its new name, and Kara's Pasture (minus its house) is added to our list of pastures.

I just thought of a better name for it, though . . .  How about the "Amazing Honey-Do Pasture?"