Many Blessings
April 20th, 2006 by Northern FarmerThe oats is all planted and also the various hays that we plant with it. All in all, things are moving along around here just fine. Calves are being born right and left, in fact I was a tad bit confused today. I had a calf that I couldn’t match up with a mother this morning first thing. That always confuses me when that happens. Then around noon I started to figure it was a twin. Now, if you know anything about cows you know they can only count to one. Well, I carried the little calf over to the suspected mamma, and wouldn’t you know it, she was the momma. She claimed it, but can still only count to one. So as long as one is with her, she’s totally happy and the other could starve to death. In this case I took the happy, but rather dimwitted family to a barn for privacy and for the calves to get to know their mamma. I’ll keep them there for a week or so till the calves can run her down and get fed on their own.
And the blessings continue around here, we didn’t get any big rain, but on the other hand, the calves are being born on firm ground, not a sea of mud. That’ll make everything easier all around. About four feet behind me, as I type, I have an incubator and about an hour ago the first chick popped out. Making kind of a racket in there! Now, for the chosen few that have ever stepped foot in my office, don’t worry. I have all the seed corn out of here so there’s room. (The seed corn’s in the hallway.) The chicks are coming into this world the right way if I must say so. Got some Gospel Bluegrass from Kentucky playing in here, I figure start em off right, eh.
Daughter Rachel just left for Bible Study with some of her friends so that helper’s gone for now. I should get outside and plant the peas and such, maybe in a day or two. Between our walk with Jesus, our church and the way the farm is going, I’m one happy fellow to say the least. I couldn’t rant this evening if I tried. All is well.
April 20th, 2006 at 7:33 pm
Sounds like you have your hands full connecting the calves to the rightful mother. I have a hard enough time trying to match my socks. PJ
April 20th, 2006 at 10:52 pm
Hi Tom!
You are indeed very blessed! May your LIGHT continue to shine!
Hatching chicks from an incubator is no small task either. Congratulations on the birth of your calves and the hatching of your chicks! The renewal of life each spring reminds us of the heavenly renewal of our lives thru His Love!
Best wishes!
April 21st, 2006 at 4:40 am
PJ,
Get socks that are all the same, that’s what I do. Saves time when in a rush to get to church. On the farm it doesn’t matter if your wearing one white and one black because the boots are covered with a brownish green substance that makes plants grow well. And cows are color blind so they aren’t concerned.
I will admit that my hands are full this time of year, but they’re at least not idle hands. But the Lord sees us through it all and we come out more blessed than when we started.
Here’s a Northern Farmer trick when it comes to matching socks, ( gee, I can only imagine how much money I could make if I charged for all this wisdom
Steven,
As I type here early this morning the office sounds like the co-op on chick days. I couldn’t believe it a while back when I came down here, them buggers are running around making noise to beat the band down here in the incubator. Better go get the brooder ready pronto.
April 21st, 2006 at 11:43 pm
Tom:
I love my cows for their color blind qualities. They do like my new hair style though. They came up and gave me lots of cow licks. Here I was paying big bucks for hair spray and goop to put in my hair to make it stick up a certain way. All this time the ladies could have offered frugal help. Point is: They don’t care if you wear designer clothes or look like a barbie doll.
I understand what you mean about busy. It is so so so busy here. Did I mention I am chasing chicks? Adds up to several twenty minute sessions over the span of the day. I believe I will not have any remorse when I butcher those dudes.
April 22nd, 2006 at 7:55 pm
Christina,
And yup, you mentioned them chicks over on your blog. Welcome to the world of real chickens!
Them thar cows you have are them tame kind. Our cows don’t lick me, they try to give me a licking. Daughter Rachel always is amazed at her old Pa when he’s doing a lickity split mad dash to get away from one of them black beasts. But I still love em
April 25th, 2006 at 10:45 pm
Gotta love the tame Jersey cows, eh?