I Asked Her To Let Him Live

Two days before Easter, I found myself crouched down in a make shift pen beside a very pregnant and very sick Jersey cow.

“Your too late,” my brother had told me. Another momma cow had given birth the night before to a bull calf. They were both healthy and well in a birthing pen on the other side of the barn. But this Jersey cow had laid down a few weeks ago and despite the advice of the vet and the medications to keep her from getting pneumonia, I could hear the gurgle in her breath.

I can’t say I blame her. Had I gotten that big, I think I’d lay down too and get so heavy I couldn’t stand up on my own. Of course, over the stretch of weeks my brother had lifted her to her feet, but she refused to stand.

Now, on what many people call “Good Friday” I ran my hand down over this cow’s cheek and messaged one of her ears.

Easter is a story of life. It’s the celebration of Jesus’s resurrection. Yet, many of us forget it all started with his death.

As I moved closer to this momma cow, I ran my hand down her neck and pressed my hand into her bulging stomach. It pressed back. There was a little life inside this Jersey cow waiting to enter this world. What would happen if this momma died before her baby was born?

So I asked her, “For the sake of the life inside you, please let him live before you die.”

I guess it’s pretty silly talking to cows. No more sillier then a horse whisperer talking to a horse. If they can whisper to horses, I can talk to cows.

Whether it was the words I’d spoken to her, or the fact the next morning marked this calf’s due date, I’ll never know. What I do know is when I heard the alarm and the coffee pot perk in the morning I was ready to stay in bed. Then I changed my mind. Not living as close to the farm anymore, I knew my opportunity to go back down the farm may not come later that day and so I hauled my butt out of bed and jumped in the truck with my dad to go down to the farm.

It was one of the coldest days’ we’ve had since the last snow.

Before I even got into the door of the milk house, my brother was there. “You’ll need to grab some gloves and go deliver a calf. That is unless you want to milk the cows while I do it.”

I grabbed some gloves.

Her water had broken and tiny hooves were pressing out. Momma cow was trying, but she needed a little help.

I won’t go into the birthing details, as I know some of you are a little faint of heart. I don’t blame you. There are some things that gross me out, too.

So here he is.

celebration of life

I didn’t know it would be a “him” until after he was born.

For now, all that matters is that he lives.

To be continued…

 

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 Sometimes the price of saving a life is worth yesterday’s sorrows.

I was fourteen when my dad bought me my first horse. Even girls growing up around cows dream of having their own horse. My horse is one of the best memories I have as a teenager and even now when I am back on the farm, I recall those memories and a pang comes from my heart for what’s no longer there.

I traded my horses for a husband.

I’ll never admit to whether it was a fair trade or not. I did get three great kiddos as a bonus I suppose.

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Cow vs Price of Milk

When milk prices drop shouldn’t the price of what’s producing it?

Simple economics tells us that when we have a surplus, prices can drop, and when we have a demand greater than the supply the product becomes more valuable and increases.

So what does that have to do with the prices of cows?

Let’s think of it like a shopper, shall we?

I go to the store. I buy milk. I buy cheese and grab that pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. I may even grumble at paying $3.59 for my gallon of milk.

The factory should just produce more milk, right?

Go tell it to the cow!

It’s never a good idea to assume. So, we’ll say ‘most’ people know milk comes from cows.

Now, let’s think of it as a farmer (or the farmer’s wife, or daughter… you choose).

If the price of milk drops. It drops for the farmer. Hence, the pay check just got smaller.

So lower milk prices means the farmer needs to ship more milk in order to get a bigger pay check.

The farmer most likely has a family that needs fed, too.

It’s not like he can go out to the cows in the barn and say, “My dearest cows, I know your doing the best you can to help fill the tank, but could you eat a little more and produce more milk this week? Little Joe needs a new pair of glasses.”

While cows are known to respond to some commands, a pep talk isn’t one of them.

Which leaves the dairy farmer with a choice:

1. Buy more cows

2. Cut back on the feed bill (in the barn and in the house)

What do you think the farmer chooses?

What would you choose?

My guess is, the farmer buys more cows.

Seeing that the price of milk  has fallen for all the milk producers, and not just the farmer, there are going to be many farmers looking to add a few more cows to their herd.

There’s that economics thing again. Demand = higher price.

Cows are a lot like Apple products ( I mention this due to the new release of Apple’s smart watch). Remember when the iphone came out and everyone stood in line and Apple ran out? There isn’t always enough of a product to go around.

Cows are God’s creation. They cost about three to four times more than a smart watch or even an iphone for that matter.

This is good news for those selling cows, bad news for the dairy farmers, and has nothing to do with the price of milk in the store.

But it will.

Anyone want to forecast the economics on that in the future?

Washing Milk Claws

milk claws

Found these beauties in the top of the barn. Stored for a rainy day – or should they be needed. An auction find that got put aside in the box. It wouldn’t surprise me if they’ve been tucked away for a few years now. Yeah, that long.

They’ve obviously haven’t been very useful in the box.

There are three sets. Universal milk claws with shells and a few inflations. These are the older model, and I think the better ones. They have glass milk chambers marking them antique.

Today the milk chambers are plastic.

However, before anything, these pieces of milk equipment need a good washing.

So, I brought them home and headed for the sink.

washing milk clawsMy first thought was to go ahead and toss them in the dish washer. They’re stainless steel and glass, so they’d be dishwasher safe, right?

I’m one of those people who lean to the cautious side. So I hand washed them.

milker shellsI used a little Dawn dish liquid and hot water. Bye, bye grime.

Seeing that the current milking equipment in the parlor is functioning fine an these haven’t been needed.

I’ve placed the three sets up on ebay. I’ve already sold one set, but these two are left. You can click on these two links or please share them if you know a farmer who might be looking for a spare or to replace some milking equipment.

Dairy Milker Set #1

Dairy Milker Set #2

Now, to get back to cleaning. You never know when an inspection may occur. Or you never know when I might come across another treasure hidden in the barn. How about you, found something lately that you’d forgotten you had?

 

 

 

Springing Ahead

Having turned our clocks ahead an hour this week, I’ve come to realize that time really does fly.

It’s been month, I know. A lot has happened, so I’ll give the short of it.

We moved back to our old home before Thanksgiving. While I now am greeted by the sounds of traffic and a city bus in front of the house every morning instead of a work horse and Amish neighbors, I know, it too, is only temporary. We need to wait till we sell a house to buy a house. There aren’t many places near the farm, but I know we’ll find a place out of town, not any further away then we are now, and maybe a farm of our own.

 

The winter has been hard.

In town, the kids walk to school. Back in the country, they just cancel school. The kiddos will get out for the summer a week before their cousins.

I have seen the grass now, the snow is melting and I hear the call of spring whispering that it is near.

grassI’m looking forward to getting out of the house more, getting back to the farm, and doing some major spring cleaning.

I’m not sure how often I’ll post here, but I’ll share as often as I can. If you miss me, I encourage you all to hop over to my author site at www.susanlower.com. My first full-length novel was just released here in February. You can check it out here.

Life has a way of springing ahead on us, doesn’t it. Hold on to the hands of time, cherish the moment, you never know when you’ll get to return to it.

Are you preparing for spring? What’s the first thing you do when the snow is gone?

 

My First Story on Kindle!

Today I’m happy to share with you all that my short story Emma’s Dilemma is now available on Kindle.

The back cover (if you consider one coming from a Kindle)

There’s only one thing that could disrupt Emma’s date with Tim — her horse going into labor. Only Emma doesn’t know what to do when the horse is born breech and her boyfriend would rather be at the drive-in. How will Emma decide between the horse she loves and a boy she likes?

It’s a great lunch time or before bed read. You can download it here.

Would love to hear what you all think of it!

 

Next Generation of Barn Cats

Look what I found in the barn.

barn kittensThey were hiding amongst the hay in the top of the barn.

You hear them before you see them.

And like most little kitty’s these ones are curious, too.

I’m in love with the calico one. See her orange and black and white fur.

She’s just in fashion for this fall and while timid warms up really fast to being cuddled.

kittens

kittenThen this little kitty wanted to come too,  when I left them to snuggle up in the warm nook their mother had left them in to go hunting.

Their mother is the oldest cat on the farm. She’s had too many litters to keep count, but by the end of the week I’m sure all these cuties will have names.

What do you think, what would you name them?