For Our Troops......

For Our Troops......

Welcome!

Either you're searching for some information and stumbled across here, or already know me and are interested in what I/we do. :)

The dairy cow doesn’t ask for much, but she asks every day.
People who are creating wealth with a cow either are hardworking and reliable or get that way in a hurry. This is the way it has been for a very long time.
--Joann Grohman (Author of Keeping a Family Cow)


There are three kinds of people in this world:
Those who watch things happen,
Those who Make things happen,
or you can wonder what the hell happened.
--Captain Phil Harris (RIP)



A few of words of wisdom I have come across:


Choose not to just live within your means, but live within your needs.


If you don't want to be responsible for or defend yourself, please don't expect others to do it for you.

(My translation: Buck up and learn some skills!)


Prepare for the worst, hope for the best!

"Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the AmericanGovernment take care of him; better take a closer look at the American Indian."--Henry Ford

**~*~**Spread the word!**~*~**

Small Family Farms need our help when ludicrous charges have come up against them. Maybe someday it could be one of us on this "make an example out of you" chopping block.

Pushing back (via donations, interviews, getting the word out, etc) and standing up for what we believe in will send a clear message that we refuse to just roll over and give up!

When we know what we're fighting for, we fight harder--Sgt . Gary Stein (USMC)

THANK YOU!!!



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Saturday, March 30, 2013

Meet Lil' Red


 Lil' Red was born sometime during the wee hours of Monday morning.  He was still wet, but nursing when I went out at 3:30 am (I had to work that morning).  Daisy was working on the afterbirth, so I gave her some goodies (Probiotics in her feed, a flake of alfalfa, and warm molasses water brew with CMPK liquid), checked her teats and udder, checked both over and knew all was well, so went on to work. 

I milked her out after work, then on Tuesday got Red a nursemate.....named Fillet.   Fillet was supposed to be a boy; ummm, nope, he is a she!  And she's older than I thought.  She still has a dry umbilical cord, but she was eating hay, and went to the tank and got a drink of water.  (Now my truck smells like cow--I held her while Pat drove us home!) :)

Red was 55 pounds when born, Fillet is 100 pounds.  And between the two of them....they are taking all the milk already!  So I will have to get my milk first and then let the monsters nurse. But that is good--we have to pick up Kyle in a couple of weeks and I won't be so worried about Daisy not getting milked out. 
Daisy has (for the most part) accepted Fillet as her own, but Red still gets the most licking/attention.  Daisy has been a really good girl at accepting everything as normal routine.  I wish all milk cows were like that!


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