right now:: birthdays and bovine news

today is my birthday and although it is a harvest day here on the farm, we will sneak in a moment to share a white cake with meyer lemon icing and meyer lemon curd filling made especially for me by my dear ones. serendipitously we had the vet out this past week to pregnancy check our cow. dear addie is in fact pregnant which means it is time to dry her off, stop milking her, allow her to give her strength and energy into the growing calf inside her. so, today marks both my birthday and the end of the longest lactation ever for our family cow!!

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dairy friends note, 21 months and 3 days.me and my boy and my cow welcomed those mornings together. now, it is time for a much needed break. whew.

 

twice daily

IMG_7789Twice daily, I spend some time meditating on a cow. As the length of the days are right now, my chore time is basically coinciding with sunrise and sunset. I can’t think of a better way to start and end my days…

And some days, the whole family gets involved. I am trying really hard to not be selfish with my cow time, as I am loving it so much, but to allow and encourage the children to participate in caring for and milking Miss Lilly. She is the “family cow” after all. And the way my children drink milk, it only seems appropriate that we would all be equally invested in her health and well-being. Plus, the peaceful and meditative time spent will Lilly in her portable milking stanchion is a wonderful activity for all of us. I want my children to honor the nature of the animals we work with, and to respect that nature. When a cow prefers quiet, it’s important that we all learn to turn our volumes down. When a cow disdains sudden, quick movements, it’s critical that we learn to move more slowly and deliberately. With practice, we learn to speak a new language, so to speak.IMG_7812IMG_7790 IMG_7791 IMG_7793 IMG_7796So, we are, as a family, still adjusting to this new daily rhythm that milking a cow necessitates. Mealtimes have been slightly tweaked, extra help with other household chores has become more necessary than ever, a greater acceptance of the fact that there are only so many hours in a day, and increased forgiveness that some things just have to slide for awhile… that’s where we are right now. Mostly, though, I think we all agree that what we are experiencing with our new chore is beautiful beyond words.IMG_7814

the cream rises

IMG_7765It’s been a whirlwind the past few days.

I hardly know where to start, or where to end, if you know what I mean.

My dear sweet milk cow, Lilly, calved (or “freshened”, as milk cow owners might say) on Friday afternoon. Fridays are also our “harvest days” which already carry their own heft. So add to that a calving of a dairy animal, and the day gets a little more weighty. And just for fun, kind of like the cherry on top, let’s throw into the medley a sick kid with glossy eyes, a raging fever, and a wickedly sore throat. (The kind of sore that makes him awaken multiple times in the night in a state of delirium, gagging on the developing snot, asking… no begging… me to “get something to cut off this thing in my throat!!!” Lovely.)

That was Friday. Friday night found me seriously sleep deprived and sleeping at the foot of my boy’s bed, half on half off, offering any motherly comfort I could muster in those wee hours. Plus, I have found that I have great accuracy in gauging a child’s temperature by feeling the soles of their feet. So sleeping at the foot of beds when fever is lurking is a form of doctoring for me. Yes, strange. That’s ok with me though.

Ira’s sickness became apparent to me about half an hour after Lilly calved. Often on Fridays, the kids will often go over to my super heroic neighbor’s house (she just has one child still at home, and is willing to add three more wild n’ crazies to her day!!!) to play. I was headed over to pick up the kids, and, as I was in the habit of doing, stopped on the way to check on Lilly. As soon as I stepped out of the van, from quite a distance, I could see she was calving. So I quietly crept into the paddock, and knelt down in the shade near where she was calving. Not too close, but close enough to see the action. In a short amount of time, Lilly’s hard work was done. I stuck around long enough to see the calf’s attempts at standing, and then at nursing. Seeing that all was well, I then proceeded to pick up the kids. As soon as I laid eyes on my boy, though, I knew he wasn’t feeling quite up to snuff.

By this point, it is late Friday afternoon. Very early Saturday morning is departure time for market. Therefore, a very quick re-negotiating of our market plans was in order. Fortunately, our farm neighbors and helpers, Jesse and Hannah, were already in Nashville and totally willing to pull off our market for us (they help at market all the time, so they very much know the program). Eric just had to deliver all of our market stuff and produce, help with set up, and drive back home. That left me with all morning farm chores. And three kids, one of whom was ill. I will spare you the details, but by 8 am, I was ready for a serious break.

At some point on Saturday, we realized Opal was going down like her brother. Not long after that, Olivia began showing signs of illness. Sunday afternoon, I could feel my own head swelling like a balloon, and to swallow was a trial. But that’s about enough of that.

Back to Lilly.IMG_7755

Miss Lilly calved a beautiful, spunky, little heifer calf. Through and through, a little Jersey. The calving was flawless. Lilly’s mothering was flawless. And then, in I step to totally screw up the perfection… or at least challenge it severely. As I have said before, I am not experienced at milking a cow. In the past, now many years past, the chore has always fallen to Eric. At that point in time, I was kind of like a family milk cow myself, fully lactating and fully aware of the physical intensity of lactating “on demand”.  To then milk another lactating animal felt like more than my brain could wrap around. So Eric took the cow milking chore back in the day.

Now. Now I have had this funny little notion that I want to milk a cow. I want the daily rhythm of it. The commitment. The new learning curve. And the challenge to figure out what to do in the kitchen with all of that milk. That is, if I could only get all of that milk. I am proving to be not the best at milking yet. I think Lilly has more milk sprayed up and down her hind legs than I actually get into the pail. And I am thankful that milk is such an excellent fertilizer, because the pasture around where I am milking is getting a good coating. But, for the sake of a little self-preservation, I would like to remember that my milking learning curve is also coinciding with three sick children and not feeling so great myself. (Here I will give myself a comforting pat on the back.)IMG_7779

I will say that, slowly but surely, my hands are learning the motion. Each time I milk, my shoulders better endure the burning. (Many times I have thought back to those 80’s Jane Fonda exercise videos where she seductively encourages one to “make it burn” while making arm circles in her little striped leotard and leg warmers. I wonder if she has ever milked a cow and, if so, how that burning compares to the burning those arm circles create? I guess I feel pretty grateful that my burning is also earning me some milk! No offense Jane, I will stick with my cow.)

On Monday evening when milking, I called in Eric to help me get the chore done. Lilly was really kicking, maybe her udder was feeling sensitive or maybe the flies were bugging her, I’m not really sure, but the kicks and constant need to protect the milk pail were wearing me out. Between us we had nearly a gallon of milk. The best amount yet. Then Lilly pooped a big pile, stepped back into it, then stepped with great accuracy right into the milk pail. Gross. You say, “don’t cry over spilt milk” right? I say, “step back or I might punch you.” Regardless of the intense frustration I was feeling, I dumped the soiled milk into the pasture. I remained calm and stuck with it a while longer. I maybe got another pint (that’s just two cups) of milk, after a couple of hours of the chore. When I got to the house, I strained my meager little amount into a cup, I figured it wasn’t necessary to dirty a jar, and stuck it into the refrigerator.

Guess what? In the morning, when I was looking for a little cream to put into my coffee, I saw that cup of milk. It had a heavy layer of cream on it. Just enough for my coffee. What a blessing. That might have been the best cup of coffee I’ve ever earned.

Now, with a few more days of milking under my belt, and with health and well-being returning to my brood (and myself), I am feeling more settled with milking Lilly. I can feel the wonderful and beautiful relationship developing with this special creature that gives so much goodness which will nourish not just her calf, but my family, too.

The cream rises, friends. Not just in my accumulating jars of milk, but in life in general… becoming richer (like the rising cream) each day, even through serious obstacles and over high hurdles. It all just keeps getting better and better, even when it’s not plainly obvious. Life is rich. We just have to take the time to skim a little of that goodness off the top, and let it nourish us.IMG_7780