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.