Story Time! About a week and a half ago I was kicked extremely hard in the thigh by one of the cows. I wasn't milking or doing anything to her; I walked by and bam! Wrong place, wrong time. It hurt like hell, I literally couldn't stand on it for a few minutes. It didn't bruise, at …
When I was in 8th grade, I got my first Holstein calf. Like many other unoriginal girls my age, I named her Oreo because, duh, she was black and white (she's pictured above). Over the years, we've gotten to be a little more creative with the names of our cattle, trying to stay away from …
As most of you reading this probably know, a couple of months back, we decided to make the leap and start selling raw milk. We've had cows for years; pretty much consistently since I was in 8th grade (1993... **cringe**) when I got my first calf, Oreo. Other than a few we might have kept …
There are many myths and old wives' tales that surround the full moon. Visions of werewolves, hectic emergency rooms, and strange behaviors may come to mind. Have one fall on Friday the 13th, like yesterday, and the stories will probably get even crazier. But is there any truth to the tales? The Full Moon and …
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Well, Spice is off to dryer, greener pastures today. No, wait, that sounds like she's dead. She's not; it was just drying off day for her. Spice calved last in November, and has helped us raise 5 healthy calves this lactation. She's due with her next calf in late October, so we thought it was …
I think I was born in the wrong time. I really wish we could go back to the simpler days of bartering for our necessities, but I don't think anyone today is going to take a live chicken in exchange for a new cell phone or some fresh produce to pay my electric bill. Alas, …
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