So........this is a magazine that The Dairy Farmer gets.  It makes me laugh......because I am childish and immature.&nb...

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What the ????

Ummm, hellooooo Autumn?   Where fore art thou, Fall?  You are supposed to be here today.  It is supposed to be crisp outside and smell like apples and pumpkins.   I should be enjoying a nice cup of tea in the mornings.....in my warm fuzzy robe.  My calves said they are longing for the day when they can see their breath- not be sweating their butts off.   They want to see me coming up the hill in my sweater and skull cap griping about how dang cold it is and ticked off that it gets dark at 4pm.  Yes...that's what...

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Chickens on the Brain

I read somewhere that a chicken lays an egg every day. That seems like a lot of work to me. I mean, I can't imagine shoving a baby out every day. Anyway, that got me to thinking that if our 4 chickens lay an egg a day, my punks will collect 1460 eggs a year. That's a lot of eggs for a family of four. And that got me thinking about how we got in this crazy chicken business in...

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Happy Nipple Day!

Now, that there's a holiday you can get on board with, huh? It's New Nipple day here on the farm....a day that comes with muchangst for our calves and for myself as well. You see, those little suckers, well, they suck. And their suck is a powerful suck and over time, the holes in the nipples become larger and larger. Now, this works in my favor, because those bottle calves....they...

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What's that smell?

I ain't gonna lie to ya.....cows poop and poop stinks. The Dairy Farmer has grown tired of the stink around here. He's ready for a methane digester, so if you have one in your attic or basement or maybe in your Aunt Gert's garage, we'll take it. Or, perhaps if you have a spare mill laying around and you're looking to help make the world a better place....c'mon over for coffee and we'll talk poo.Seriously, folks, not only would it control the odor that tends to waft around the Ville (and it ain't just us, by the way) but we could use our manure to create our own energy that...

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Mental Health Day

Every now and then, it's good to let the Dairy Farmer leave the confines of the farm, let the wind whip thru his hair and watch the worry lines on his forehead disappear for a few hours. We had Date Day at Raystown- for those of you wondering what "date day" is....it's a miraculous day, when you dump your lovely little punks on some unsuspecting grandparents and you run....run,...

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Here We Go........

I have convinced myself that we need a blog. The Dairy Farmer - he isn't so sure, but I am. I know I have a lot of useless information that I feel compelled to share with the general public. If you like cows and manure and useless information, we are the blog you've been waiting f...

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