Here we go again

When I was out browsing around the barn the other day, guess who I saw?

None other than Ms. Brown Sugar.  She has a special place in our hearts, because she was our first red calf that was born on my watch.   You can read all about her in her very own blog post HERE.

Then Brown Sugar had her first baby......which was named Cheezit and you can read all about her RIGHT HERE


And, of course, time flies when you're having fun and she had another baby....
who looks like this:



But, <sniff, sniff> he is a boy.  He's super cute and super brown with super big, warm, soft eyes and we don't want to get rid of him!    He's a nice looking guy, so we are going to keep him maybe sell him for breeding.  It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it, right? 


In keeping with tradition, we named him.  Allow me to introduce you to :

We pride ourselves on our originality around here. 





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Saying Goodbye

I must say, I am getting tired of saying goodbye to my pets.  We lost our beloved Abby last summer and last week, I had to say farewell to a part of my childhood. 

I was volunteering at my kids school when I received a call from The Dairy Farmer saying that my horse, Rocky had died.  It's bittersweet.  It's never easy to loose a friend, but he was 40 and we knew that, at some time, we would have to make a decision.  Heck, I've been "making THE decision" for the last 9 years!


In keeping with tradition, I will tell our story and it will help me heal.   I got this horse when I was 9.  He had to be hauled from upstate PA....I had never seen him nor ridden him and I was about to be terrified.  Apparently, he was trailer phobic and copious amounts of drugs were required to get him to our stable.  

   A friend of mine rode him for the first time and I watched, in wide eyed fear, as he had a temper tantrum....rearing up and flipping over backwards.  Needless to say, he was a young punk of a horse and I decided to stick with riding my pony, Ginger.  Who needed a full size horse anyway?

Time went on and he settled in.  He really was a great horse, a big sweetie who had a fondness for poptarts, french fries and drinking coke right from a can.  We enjoyed trail rides and the occasional horse show.   I do recall showing at the Franklin County Fair one year.  Rocky had a penchant for loading just fine at the barn, but once it was time to leave the show, that darn horse wouldn't get back on the trailer.  We spent many hours trying to blindfold and load him....until it was dark and we are loading by flashlight.   He had a mind of his own.   We moved a few times during my child hood and kept on dragging that horse along with us- due to the trailering issue, I found myself riding him to his new boarding facilities. 

When it was time for me to go to college, we decided it was time to sell him.  A few people came to look at him, but when it came down to it.....I just couldn't.  I contacted Wilson College and they came to get him to use as a lesson horse.  I thought....here we go.....this horse is gonna throw a fit when they show up with that trailer.  Much to my surprise, he walked on like he had been doing it this way forever.   I was happy to know where he was.....and when it was time for him to retire from lessons, I would be the first call to take him back! 

The day came, about 13 years later.   Wilson called and said he was ready to retire, his arthritis was just too bad for him to continue.  Did I want him back?  If not, they had a waiting list of people who were interested.   A little back story......The Dairy Farmer wanted a boat and wanted it bad.   I wanted to have a horse at some point and after a discussion, a note was written and hung on our refrigerator.  It stated that:  The Dairy Farmer, being of sound mind and body, hereby stated that his wife would have a horse before he had a boat.   Needless to say, we had a boat in our backyard and I had no horse.

When the call came, I was very excited to bring Rocky to our home.  The Dairy Farmer....was not.  He was wondering how much an ancient, arthritic hay burner was going to cost him.  We had 2 young children....and my time was devoted to them.  We had one in private school....so our money was devoted to that.  Was it really a wise choice to bring home an aging horse?  It was very hard to admit that he was right.    And I prepared myself to call Wilson and tell them to give my horse away.  

Then.....the DF walked in the house and said......call them, tell them to bring your horse home.  He knew how long I had been waiting to get him back.  This horse WAS my childhood.  Hours were spent at the barn:  cleaning, grooming, riding....kept me out of trouble.  How could we not bring him home?

He arrived the summer of 2003....and he looked great.  He did have arthritis, but it wasn't too bad.  We could hop on and ride for short periods of time and never in a million years, would I have thought my kids would be riding my childhood horse.

We never would've thought we'd be saying goodbye to him 9 years later.  He was old.  He had no teeth.  I made his food into mush so he could slurp it down.  He was thin.  I struggled every year with putting him down.  But, one look in his loving brown eyes which were still bright and clear.....and watching him gallop out through the field every morning....I knew he wasn't ready.  My hoof trimmer and vet always said, 4 good feet and a strong heart have taken him far.  When I would ask the vet how long?  She would say "shhh.....he doesn't know how old he is." 

I miss him. 




I miss his soft nose nibbling on my shirt, looking for snacks.  I miss him yelling at me when I would go in to let him outside (he HATED being inside), I miss him itching his head on my back.  But, I am thankful that I didn't have to make that awful decision and that he died on his own.  And I am thankful that we live on a farm and were able to bury him here.  He is beside our first mastiff, Nittany and our sweet girl, Abby.  It's a place of honor. 




Good Bye Rock Star......thank you for all the memories......




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Spring has Sprung

And you know what comes with spring.....new life.  Be it flowers blooming, trees budding, pollen filling the air and clogging our sinuses.....everything comes alive in the spring. 


And spring means.....babies.......


This is Orange.  She's a cute little kitten that befriended us last year.  I say befriended "us" but really she befriended Big Green....the milk truck.  When we show up at the parlor to unload and clean, she's there asking for a bit of milk.  Please Sir, may I have some more?  We should have named her Oliver....but we like to stick with the obvious.


We've mentioned before how we don't like welfare cats around here.  We like them lean and hungry so they help to keep down the mouse/rat population.  We don't feed them- maybe a bit of milk every now and again.  But, the cats on our farm are feral....when they see you....they take off.  No one hangs around for a scratch under the chin.....except Orange.  


Orange is a girl.  Which.....now we know why this guy showed up.  Guess he was looking for love.  And then.....he hit the bricks.  I do miss you Black Kitty.




Back to Orange.  A few weeks ago (and it was no surprise)....Orange showed up and was as wide as she is tall.   She was carry a sign that said -babies on board, show a mother some love.  So, of course, we had to give her milk .....and maybe some dry food. 



And now, Orange is once again, her sleek, trim self.  Which is more than this mother can say and her punks are 11 and 13. 


We can't wait to meet your babies, Orange.  I hope when they are a little bigger you'll bring them around.  And, as soon as they are big enough, you're cute little orange tushy is going to vet.   I know your type......and you'll be a baby spewing machine. 



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A Milestone

It seems like long ago and far away, but in the winter of 2009, I started working on the farm....after a nice long 10 year run as a stay at home mom. 

Here is the first calf I fed....we've talked about her before.  Good old 2829.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  It was cold and I was reluctant.

I had one calf to feed on my first day.....and I had trouble....and was frustrated.  She was a little bit premature and had trouble figuring it out.  I perserveered and.......

Now, we feed about 50-60 every day.  The ironic thing is that we are faster now, with more calves then when we first started and only had , like 10.....yeah...we are THAT good.



So, last month....we celebrated a milestone.......drum roll please.......................

TA-DAH!!!  Calf 3829!


 You know what this means right?   We have raised 1000 calves!!! 


 We rock.

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Motley Crue

It was a normal Thursday night for this farmin' family.  The Dairy Farmer in his kerchief and I in my cap, had just settled in for a long winter's nap....or, something along those lines.  More like we were just settling in to watch American Idol. 

I heard The DF open the front door and someone say "you have cows out."  Nothing...and I repeat nothing, can get that man moving faster than a speeding bullet like those three little words.....cows are out.   In farm terms, that is a code red, high level, emergency of the first degree.  You never know how many, which ones or where they are heading. 

Normally- if one or two get out, they tend to hang tight to the others still inside.  If big mommas get out, they tend to wander around aimlessly....looking for some good eats and every now and again, they may kick up their heals, but they don't really go too far.  It's hard to run when you have a ginormous udder swinging between your legs. 

If the heifers get out....well, look out.  It's like girls gone wild.  They are tricky, they are fast and they enjoy the wide open spaces. 

When the call is sounded-----years of experience have taught me to stay put until I am called into action.  I knew it wasn't good this time, because it was 7:30 at night, already dark and they are black and white...not the easiest to see in the dark, and they were already on the road.   We live on a fairly busy road here in the Ville.  The speed limit has been lowered to 45mph.....but darn near everyone still flies by at 55-60mph.  We also live on a straight stretch with a passing zone....so you can image that The DF's heart was racing a bit trying to get these cows back in.    We certainly pray that no one hits a cow at 55mph!  That is not good on all accounts.

As I was waiting to hear what was going on.....Farm Boy Jr. Edition came in and said "suit up, woman!  Get off your lazy beehind!  Your husband needs you!  We can't continue on without you and your cow expertise!"   Not really, he just said "c'mon mom."   Which in my head....I knew was not good.   That probably meant we had heifers out....and lots of em.

I tore open the shutters and threw up the sash and what to my wondering eyes should appear.......but this.......standing in my front yard:

Ok.....a couple things here.   I knew in this time of crisis, that grabbing my camera was not going to make The Dairy Farmer happy, so you are seeing pics "post emergency." 

And, I have been on this farm long enough to know.....these ain't our cows.   We have Holstein dairy cattle.....and this motley crue of fat, furry suckers are most certainly not dairy.  This here....is a couple thousand dollars worth of beef.  

Regardless of who they are.....they needed to be off the road and in a safe place until someone can claim them.  (I'm not gonna lie.....we did have thoughts of New York strip, fillet mignon and prime rib floating around in our heads.) Some of us may have been drooling. 

Together with my father in law, his wife, our employee from across the street, my 2 punks, The Dairy Farmer, myself and 2 dogs barking frantically out the window....we corralled these super slow, fairly friendly cows into our barn.  It was not an easy task. 

Our girls are not super friendly....while they are cool with being handled, they have a little skittish streak...so when you try to heard them somewhere- a wave of the hand and a "c'mon girls" gets them moving in the right direction.   These things...well they didn't move fast- they wanted petted and scratched and I am pretty sure that The DF pushed them by hand down our driveway.  He was a bit sweaty and out of breath when I arrived on the scene. 


Because we don't know them.  We can't have them co-mingling with our ladies.  We don't want to spread any disease and it's a huge disruption to the girls who love law and order (mostly criminal intent...not SVU....I don't let them watch it, it makes them have bad dreams).   Plus, we could see as we were pushing them into the barn, these guys weren't fixed.  So, we sure don't want them to have a sleepover with our lovely holsteins!  

After they were in the barn, we then loaded them on our stock trailer to spend the night until we could find their owner.   We gave them some food and water and tucked them in tight.   See you in the morning, travelers, we'll find your daddy soon.

  And then, we stood around in our driveway with my in laws- visiting.....and reliving our super exciting Thursday night.  Then we all dispersed and went in the house to finish watching American Idol.....speaking of which....how good is that Jessica Sanchez?  She did Whitney proud. 



 
I wondered how on earth we were going to find the owner.  I suggested contacting the radio station, but The Dairy Farmer always knows best.  He made one phone call, which lasted about 2 seconds....dairy farmers always keep it short and sweet.   About 15 minutes later, the phone rang, the owner was located and within 10 minutes, The DF returned the cows.....shattering our hopes and dreams of having a big neighborhood Bar B Que. 

So, that....my farm following friends....is what happened on Thursday night.  It's always nice to shake things up a bit.
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Sleeping Beauties

I was downloading pictures from Jr's camera the other day, and I found this.....







 He had just received it for Christmas and was anxious to take it to Grandma's house on Christmas day.  Here is the very first picture from his brand new camera....and I'm the one who took it.  As we were pulling out of the driveway, we looked to our right and saw that everyone was down for the count....this NEVER happens.  Usually, one remains on all four's to watch over the other ones.  It's usually Rocky, my 40 something buckskin. 

He has arthritis so bad, he doesn't usually lay down, because, it's hard on the old joints.   He doesn't have a Life Alert necklace.  He can't just push the button to tell me he's fallen and he can't get up. 

This day though, this beautiful PA Christmas Day was too much...the weather was perfect, the sun was a shining and he decided- if ya can't beat em, join em and they all took a nice nap.  

You would be surprised how many times people driving by stop to tell me my horse is dead.  I guess people just like to be the bearer of bad news, be the first to see me cry, be the first to break my heart.  At least a few times a year, some passerby stops to let me know.  Thanks....I appreciate it.  But, dude is like a Timex...takes a lickin' and keeps on tickin'.  He is 40...it will happen some day, but for future reference...horses do lay down.  They like to cat nap in the sun.....it doesn't always mean they are dead.   If he dies....you'll be the first to know.

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The Dairy Farmer Weighs In

We, at Brechland Farms, feel it is our responsibility to consumers to help you understand what we do and why we do it.  As you likely know, we, personally, do not support the raw milk "movement".  As most of you also know, our area has had an outbreak of sickness that many believe is from drinking local raw milk.  We pray that those that are ill will recover fully without any long term side effects.  In light of this outbreak....our industry will suffer negatively from this, so we wanted weigh in.  We have heard that the milk has tested positive and negative in varying reports, so we are not here to say that contaminated milk is the cause. 

It has long been our position that raw milk consumption has too many risks for the public.  Basically, raw milk is straight from the cow.  It is filtered (like through a thick coffee filter) and placed into a bulk tank where it's cooled.   That is all that is done to it.

Here on our farm, we do not drink our milk.  We don't even feed unpasteurized milk to our calves.  There is a very slight chance that it could contain E. Coli, Camplyobactor, Salmonella, Listeria etc.....all forms of bacteria.  Even though the milk is tested monthly and safe practices are used, there is always a slight chance and we choose not to take the risk with our kids or our calves.   We prefer not to have stomach cramps and bloody diarrhea.   

 Pasteurization of milk has been around for well over 100 years and has been a common practice in milk processing for 60-70 years.  Pasteurization kills bacteria and has made milk one of the safest foods to consume.  Less than 1% of food and waterborne illnesses are caused by milk and milk products. 

There are varying opinions on why raw milk is "better" or "healthier" .....during pasteurization, enzymes in milk that help aid in digestion are destroyed so people that have milk sensitivity or lactose intolerance may be able to digest raw milk better.  Many believe that raw is always better for you.....but from a safety aspect for the entire populace, this is not the best choice.   For the general public, drinking pasteurized milk is the safest.  As always, we are a country of choices and we do support every one's right to choose.   What we want is to inform you that when consuming raw milk....there is a chance of it containing a bacteria that can cause health issues.  Know your product. 

Farms that sell raw milk  are inspected and tested monthly to make sure that their sanitation and hygiene of the cows and facilities are kept up.  But this alone doesn't ensure safe milk 100% percent of the time.  A cow could develop a mastitis (a mammary gland infection) without the farmer knowing it.  A few infections are sub clinical meaning that the udder and milk don't show signs of infection.  Sometimes the cow can fight the infection on her own and the farmer never even knew that she had it.  So basically a cow could shed dangerous  bacteria in her milk one day and not the next.  My guess is that this is what happened to the farmer's cow in our area. 

I know the dairyman that is involved and trust me he is a good farmer.  So if it could happen on his farm it could happen on any farm that sells raw milk to the public.

We hope that this has helped enlighten you a bit on what is happening locally-  if these folks are ill because of milk...remember.....it is because it was raw milk.  Pasteurizing kills any trace of harmful bacteria....so don't let this turn you off of dairy.  You may rest assured that the milk you are purchasing in the store is 100% safe.
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