Farm Visits-Even for Farm Kids!

This past week I have been meaning to get my kids over to a neighboring farm just 3.5 miles away.  Time was of essence because this farm had just received 300 chicks in the mail!  Their little fuzziness only lasts about a week before they start losing their "cute" factor and get feathers.

See, even farm kids need to experience farm visits to broaden their mindset of what all farming entails!  My kids are not used to fowl of any kind so this was a great learning adventure!

~The natural~

~The awkward but brave~

~The nonchaulant~

~The neither one of us thinks this is a good idea~

I am just happy that our neighbors can share what they do, even if it is completely different from what our farm does.... These chickens may appear on a dinner table near you as they are for consumption for a private label in a Food-COOP.!!!!

Checking those cows!

Family time is sometimes spent checking cows that are out to summer pasture.  It is a favorite pastime!  The scenery is a highlight!

Country Cool in the Pool!

Summertime is here!!!!  I love summer, being outside and working in the yard.  Not that I have a perfect yard, I have a very large yard that sometimes gets invaded by farm equipment!  

Back to sweet, sweet summer!  This summer I put our usual baby wading pool up on our cement slab.  It was banished in a few days by the H-O-R-S-E basketball players, our two college boys for summer help and my husband.  In consolation Orrin suggested we use a stock tank in the pasture across the way. He filled a 18 ft tank! I did have to empty it again, using the whirlpool method (walking around and around and AROUND), making the dirt and rocks and algae go down the drain in the middle of the tank.

  We love it!  We follow cow paths over there or ride a 4-wheeler.

Our country pool!

Everyone having fun!

A good-sized float even fits comfortably.  We even play in the dirt around the tank.  It has a nice cement edge, similar to a sidewalk around the whole edge so we don't track in a ton of mud!  The concrete was poured by my husband and his brother in 1995 see...

Delayed post :(

Sorry I haven't checked in for awhile....busy times on the farm .  Our Miss Germany came back for seventeen days over her Easter break.  She went to prom and visited all her friends, as well as  went on a few 4-wheeler rides around the farm.

She went back today and we miss her.  My kids were so sweet and happy to see her.  I think she is already planning her next visit :). 

Here is our family on Easter Sunday

We also have caught just a little rain and I snapped a picture with our wheat and our cattle.  Although the rain wasn't enough to break our drought, it left a reminder of God's faithfulness in its wake.

Oh and we also hosted a 5K at our house, the second annual 5K in the Boonies.  I will post more about that later!

Milk replacement recipe

This is how I have made milk for our bottle calves.  It suits our setup in the kitchen, others might have a different process that works for them.

I use a two liter pitcher so it doesn't get too heavy to pour, especially when the kids help.  I put very hot water about a third of the way up.  Then I trek to the mud room where in the closet we keep a fifty pound bag of milk replacer(similar to baby formula-but just for calves).

With using a two liter pitcher I can only make two bottles at a time.  In goes four 1cup scoops of powdered milk replacer.

This gets a little messy....

Back to the sink to add more hot water and whisk briskly until mixture is smooth then fill to the top of the pitcher.  This will make two bottles. I pour this into the two bottles equally.

Fill the bottles up to the top with lukewarm water, this makes the hot water used to mix the powder at a more acceptable temperature for the calves to drink.  

Now repeat the process for the next two bottles....last thing is to cap the bottles with nipples and wipe down any moisture on the outside of the bottles~baby calves can be very energetic nursers and pull the bottle out of your hand!

Bottle Babies

We had FIVE bottle babies when this picture was taken just a few days ago.  Since then we have moved down to four but for a good reason.  Gorgeous is a heifer (female calf) and has a twin sister who is with their momma cow.  Since momma cows who have twins sometimes prefer one over the other and it harder for her to care for two at a time we pull one.  That is we pick one to be separated and possibly transferred to another cow.  Gorgeous is a registered calf so worth more on a cow as they usually do better that way.  She was bottle fed about two weeks and has taken to a new momma that loves on her!  Success!!!!

Luke and Betsy were bought from some friends/neighbors for Crash and Scooters 4-H calves BEFORE we ended up with three bottle calves from our own herd.  They are Angus calves while our own herd is mainly Gelbvieh and some Angus.

Black Betty is from our herd and is a twin to a bull calf so she is sterile.  She is what we call a Free Martin, don't ask me why! She will not be kept for breeding but be sold and will end up at a finishing yard to get ready for slaughter.  Or we may keep her and feed her and have her butchered for our family to eat.

Norman is my special needs calf.  I am not quite sure what is wrong with him . It takes about thirty minutes to feed just him because he does not suck, just swallows and gags.  He is a messy eater and I usually wear gloves because I have to wipe mucus off his nose and out of his mouth.  He is more lethargic and I wonder if he has a joint problem or arthritis.  Sometimes I have Orrin tube him(put milk directly into his stomach by putting a tube down his throat) to make sure he is getting enough, since I can only get him to take half a bottle in thirty minutes when the other calves take mere minutes for a full bottle.  Poor Norman, I just don't know if I can pull him through.

Anyway with that many little ones to feed, this is what my sink look like.

See that long tube, we also call that a drencher or tuber. The bottle that does not have a flat bottom goes with it.

Werkin calves Part 2

So here is a calf cradle.  It is actually one my parents had and we bought for our calves.  Since these were a little older we did not throw them.

That's Tall Paul our hired man who is also Orrin's Father's first cousin...true family farm ;)

The calves are pushed one at a time into the cradle until their neck is secured by the head gate(same we use on bigger cattle only....bigger). Then Paul releases the catch and it swings the calf up horizontal.  Then we can band or brand while the calf is immobilized and somewhat still.

See the bars we can release to access the side of the calf.  Pretty handy if I do say so myself.  My job was a pusher.  Getting a calf out of the squeeze pen(a pen that can smaller as more calves leave so there is not room to run and hurt is or the calves.  Down side of a pusher is you will be the dirtiest one with calf poop all down the front of your legs and bruises from the kicks and your feet will hurt from being stepped on.  I love it.

As always we have extra help from Crash and Scooter, even Cuddle and Wally were trying to get in the way as much as possible, that's how farm kids learn though.

Thank you Lord for letting me grow up on a farm and blessing my kids the same way.

Werkin' calves

Around this time of year things really get hopping on the farm.  Today after feeding our (at the time) FIVE bottle calves, we went to the calving pen.  My husband had already got thirty pairs(that's a momma cow and her baby) in the pens by the little barn. 

 We needed to do several things to them.  Bull calves that were not purebred were banned.  We basically take a very strong, very little rubber band and place it around their testicles.  In a few weeks those will fall off with no pain to the calf.  We have also been known to do this to our barn cats, yes I just said that.  Saves us from taking a barn cat ,that any night might become coyote food, from an expensive trip to the vet. Back to the calves.... The now future steer calves get branded with our brand so we can always identify them if they lose an eartag (cattle rustling DOES still happen). We then inject a ralgrow implant in their ear that will help them grow without their testosterone.  We also notch their ears as another way of identification.  The heifers mainly got branded and ear notched. 

Getting those little balls... Notice my husband holding the calf down with his body weight.  This is only possible to do within the first week or two of a calf's life.  After that they are way too big to hold down without injury to us peeps.  My family did not throw calves(what this method is called since you physically pick up the calf and throw it on its side).  We worked calves just before taking them to grass with a calf cradle.

After working thirty calves we loaded them up in the trailer, I loaded my kids that are not in school yet....and then loaded up their concerned momma cows and headed to a pasture very close to our house.  This opens up our calving pen and relieves conjestion that would hamper Orrin's ability to get cows in that need assistance.  It really does make a huge difference when checking.  The cattle will continue to be fed corn silage and distillers with some feed cane in bunks (feed holders).  The ones in this pasture just happen to be recycled tractor tires that have been modified.

Just a picture of a cute black white faced calf.  We call these calves baldies and I have a fondness for them! Cute!

Hot box

Brrrrrr. It is cold.  Oh it looks like a beautiful spring day but no.  Winter is rearing her bitterly cold head this week.  

Thank heaven we have a good hot box.  Hot box?  Yes and this week we may wish we had two.  

A hot box is an enclosed crate or box that a baby calf can be put into to warm up.  Ours has two openings... A large one on the side to access the calf and a small one at the top to control the heat.  There is also an opening where a little heater can be placed to heat the calf.  Ours is a deluxe model(haha) and there is a fan towards the top to help push the hot air back down towards the calf.  The fan also helps dry off the calf which is one of the main reasons we need a hot box.  

Good momma cows should shell out their calves then quickly get to cleaning them off.... With their tongues. This removes the "goop" from birth and dries them off.

Heifers are usually harder to get to do this to their calves and just two nights ago we lost a calf to a stupid heifer who had her calf then walked off.  That calf essentially froze to death, even though my husband was checking every two hours...you just can't help the really stupid ones.  However he still tried to save the calf but he knew it was useless because it was in the death moans.  That's not good.  But it spent its last few minutes nice and warm and cozy in the hot box. 

 Here is a picture of a calf that perked right up after a little stint in the box!

Ok just because it is so cute....a heifer twin another picture! 

11 months

So last year Orrin and I were parents of a teenage girl.  Right before school started we entered into a new phase.... Hosting an exchange student.  

Miss Germany was only just 15 yrs old(birthday in May) and used to the comforts of urban life with no younger siblings!  Well, her life changed!  She suddenly was the big sister to four kids 7, 5, 3, 1 yrs old.  Plus her Dad was now Orrin.  :) 

It was a learning experience for sure.  I wasn't old enough for her to call me Mom or treat me like a mom. We definitely had our disagreements and she learned fast which parent to approach for what.  

I pray she took away from living in our chaos that there is a family who loves her in Kansas.  And I know she has a new appreciation for farmers and farm life as well as loving the small town atmosphere....she got the rock star treatment wherever she went.  I will not lie when I say it was a bit of a relief to see her head back home after 11 months.  It should have been 10 months but she applied for an extension to stay 30 more days.  

Ahhhh you say, she didn't want to leave our family.  I wish I could say that but she didn't want to go home while her parents foreign exchange student from China was still there.....in HER room.  However it was the best, most drama free time with her.  Oh, I could tell stories, but she might find this ;). 

More updates to come!

She would not like this picture... I love it!

1st Baby of the year!!!!!

Brand new!!! Born Tuesday February 18th 

We had our first new baby!  This one was born to a cow(a female bovine who has already had at least one calf before).  The cows and heifers that we have are bred to start calving March 1st.  Just like with humans, sometimes babies come a little early.  This little one is doing just fine, he had already been licked clean and dry and had gotten up and sucked(drank milk from his mother's udder through her teats). This cow is doing a great job taking care of her baby calf.

Including a cute pic of Wally hanging out with Orrin while he took care of cattle.

A new Wally Dog

Back in November we lost a pet, our dog Wally.  Or Sir Walter H****(our last name) the Third.  He was seven and a half and was the only Boston Terrier my kids had known.  

I received a Boston puppy from my future husband a few months before our wedding.  I named him Wally and he was my good little dog. Then I accidentally ran him over.  It was a sad time.  I was newly married, starting new life a few hours from my parents home.  He was my buddy when I hadn't yet made many friends.  He loved me and was my protector.  He liked to eat June bugs.  

So we got a new Boston and named him Wally.  He loved my husband more than me and he acted like a crack dog most of the time.  More than once my husband caught him leaping out the rolled down window of the pickup after he saw wildlife.  He chased deer, turkeys, and pheasants.  He was also run over(not by me).

And so we got Wally the third.  Scooter was nine months old when we got him.  They were buddies and Wally was good with babies.  To him they were "manna from heaven", especially when we got out the high chair.  He always knew to be extra gentle with them and not freak out when they grab him.  He loved chasing bubbles, falling cotton, water sprayed from a garden hose and popping balloons.  Anyone spending time at our home would know about his rocks.  Yes he loved rocks and his stuffed skunk. He ate most vegetables especially cucumbers.  He slept in the mud room closet or on the couch when he snuck in the living room.  He was always up for playing...the kids would get out their play pop guns and run around the house like crazy people with a crazy dog.  The only Boston my kids had ever known.  It was so sad that day in November when he too was run over(again not by me).

So we have a new little Wally.  Wally Quattro or Wally the fourth.  He is sweet and a little puppy crazy.  We love him already.  The kids love snuggling him but don't enjoy being a puppy's chew toy.  We pray he will be around as long as the Boston from MY childhood!

Snow day!

Most people are excited when they get a snow day.  A day to stay inside and cuddle or get out and romp in the snow.  However, those that have to be outside usually don't look forward to it at all.

My kids did get a day off of school and got to spend the day inside playing "county sheriff" and the Wii.  My oldest spent some of the morning lurking behind his father hoping to get to tag along.  What was so fun that he wanted to do?  

Feed bales to cows and scope ice out of water tanks so cows could drink.  Awwww the life.

Another apology

Oh my time flies! I can't believe it has been so long since I regularly kept up with this blog. 

 So now Scooter is eight years old and in the second grade. He loves tagging along with his father, practicing with his BB gun for shooting sports and trying to finagle his way into playing with my iPhone! 

 Crash is in first grade and is six years old. He is obsessed with drawing the dukes of Hazzard car, playing soccer and getting toys out of the toy closet. He loves to dance and has even tried Zumba for kids!

 Little Miss (5 yrs old) is quite happy with her only girl status! She loves to color and draw hearts! She takes a dance class and is one to take practicing seriously! She is in her last year of preschool. 

 Cuddle is almost three. He tries to be a good boy but is finding it hard to obey. He loves to play the "bad guy" and wear his favorite shorts everyday. He tries to make us laugh and is everyone's buddy! 

We still live on the home farm place and are actively involved in farming and ranching everyday! One of my husbands busiest times is coming up soon with calving. He is the main herdsman and is responsible for helping a lot of heifers and momma cows have safe and healthy deliveries. I try to support him by taking a middle of the night watch here and there so he can much needed sleep.

Fessing up.

O.K. it is high time I apologized for putting this on the back-burner for over a year. Last year at this time, Orrin and I had just announced we were having baby number 4 and we kept it a secret for as long as possible (I was 20 weeks when we told my family)! We had a little boy who we will call....well I don't know yet what we will call him on this blog but I promise you we did name him a very appropriate and traditional name. So now I do feel the need to return to the blogging world and I do apologize for leaving you out of our lives this whole time.

Patience, Patience.

Sigh, I remember growing up when harvest began and ended in June....O.K. maybe July. Why does it seem like harvest is getting later.....and later.....and later. We started cutting wheat on June 30th and we are still not finished. The main reason is a storm last night that developed right above us, hung around for a while before deciding to hail and rain, then taking off like a jack rabbit. Seriously. We were on our last field so we still have about 160 acres left to cut. Oh well. We have had a good harvest so far. And the corn that got hailed right across the road WAS our best corn (that we were chopping for silage anyway...guess less ears of corn for the cows). My poor, poor petunias were looking so pretty and full, but just maybe there is enough summer left to let them fill out again. The best thing about the storm was the rainbow behind it. One end was in our corn field! Very cool!

So since it rained the kids and I went with Orrin to check some cows and possibly fix a draw because of a 4 inch rain a few days prior. Orrin did need to fix it and we saw some happy cows and calves and bull. The kids enjoy going on the 4-wheelers, however the handlebars got both Crash and Little Miss in the head due to cow paths/holes. The kids and I climbed on some rocks after stern warnings about snakes and staying close to Mommy while Daddy toiled fixing fence.

Orrin is very proud of his hulking bull. So he asked me to take pictures of it. :)

The boys immediately started to throw rocks at "imaginary" snakes, while yelling "I see a snake!!!" That always soothes a mother's heart.

Little Miss is starting to really be sassy. Anyone have experience with a little sassy 18 month old? She is at the stage where she can't (won't) say Yes but will say No with a please following it.

And she hits her brothers if they are bothering her (which having older brothers I can understand) but I was really hoping I would have a "naturally ladylike" daughter. Another *sigh*. But I still love my onery, annoying, loving, stubborn, sweet kids.

Scooter's T-ball fun

We decided to have Scooter play t-ball this year in town. Can it be that t-ball has changed so much since I played? Here they choose two teams of the same age group and they play each other....every game for four or five weeks. A little different but Scooter liked to go and play with his friends. The very last game, all the farmer dads were absent as wheat harvest was starting. Orrin had come to most of the other games and had helped on the field which Crash took full advantage of to stand on the field with him. Scooter will not wear tennis shoes so in the summer it is either flip flops or boots. So yes we had the child with boots and jeans playing t-ball.

I also had to take a picture of a beautiful sunset! I love how the evenings can become almost magical in the changing clouds and colors.

I almost forgot! Big news! Scooter (this is all about him apparently) is now riding a bike without training wheels! His training wheels look worn out. Orrin is sure they were slowing him down by catching on things and skidding on the ground. Now we just need to get Crash to learn to pedal!

Fishing with Daddy

Last Sunday afternoon Orrin decided he wanted to take the kids fishing at a pond nearby our house. The only problem was that it had been rainy all day. We finally saw a break in the weather....sorta... so we packed the kids in one of the four-wheel drive farm pickups and headed on the five mile trip. This is what the clouds looked like going there.....

Crash did what he does whenever we get into a vehicle around 5pm and CRASHED! Poor guy missed out on the whole thing! I was sorta glad that he did so we could leave him in the pickup (with the windows down so we could hear the bear when he awoke.) That and since it was so muddy I held Little Miss the WHOLE two hours we were there. So I was more than ready to go when we finally left.

Orrin and Scooter did catch two blue gills....with their hands. They had gotten trapped in ruts when the runoff raised the pond level. Thankfully they both swam off when released.

I sometimes forget how great all the opportunites of explore ponds was where I grew up. We would take my brothers' jet ski out to a watershed pond of ours and be able to tube or knee board on the pond! I also remember walking with friends to neighbors ponds and going swimming when I was in grade school. I will never forget the first time my brothers and I went tubing behind a three-wheeler and we went out on the frozen pond with the three-wheeler. Also the fun playing ice hockey with tree branches for goals and snow boots for ice skates. Oh yes we also went fishing. I took all that for granted until I moved to Northwest Kansas where the ponds look more like mud puddles to me. Did I mention we also lived near a creek and played hours upon hours in it? I don't know what my mother thought when we dragged ourselves home after these "adventures"! Ah rural life is great!

I wonder if we came home looking like this more than a few times? Scooter has to limit himself to the mud puddles on the farm for now.