Making the Best of What You Do Have

All this rain we’re having in East Tennessee has been causing a great deal of trouble with our circumstances.  We’re not able to get out and get the hay field cross-fenced for rotational grazing.  We’re not able to get out there and plant our garden.  And all our cattle are as fed up as we are with the rain and mud.

Grass everywhere.  But you can’t mow.  Mud everywhere.  Can’t get to the grass.  Ohhhh, but wait a minute….

We have portable hotwire fencing and…

Perfect for 2  Chondro Positive Dexter Gals!

Perfect for 2 Chondro Positive Dexter Gals!


Bea and Helena are more than happy to help out!  Just perfect for our little Chondro Positive Dexter Heifers!  Feels so funny to look out of the french doors and see them grazing so close!

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God’s Will Leads Us With Surprises

That would be Hotwire covered in ice with icicles.  Photo taken 2-17-2015.

That would be Hotwire covered in ice with icicles. Photo taken 2-17-2015.

Shortly after my last posting – we had a serious Winter Ice Storm that came through to rattle everyone.  I was so close to surviving that one.  Only days away from the warmer temps arriving with sunshine.  I’d finished up with feeding in all the paddocks.  Only 2 feed buckets to put away in the tack room.  I get to the barn door – and down I go.

I still don’t remember much.  But I ended up trashing the entire left side of my body – which is a really bad thing when there are only 2 people in this picture.  We’re both left-handed.  And half the workforce was taken out.  I sprained my left wrist – which scared the fool out of me – worrying about damage after the Carpal Tunnel Surgery.  I tore the Rotator Cuff in my left shoulder.  And the impact set in serious inflammation through my spine and legs – no thanks to the injuries I have in my spine and hips.

I had x-rays.  And then I had to go for an MRI.  Next came a visit to the Orthopedic Surgeon.  I was shooting for no surgery…”Please!?!”  Compromise came after being ganged up on by 2 men – the doctor and Dwayne.  And I survived a Cortisone Injection into my shoulder joint.  I’m going through Physical Therapy twice a week now.  And the Therapist tells me there’s an issue with a nerve in my left arm.  I’m praying we get that resolved before I go back to see the Ortho Surgeon in May.

April on her 3rd Birthday, due to calve on 4-14-2015.  Photo taken 4-1-2015.

April on her 3rd Birthday, due to calve on 4-14-2015. Photo taken 4-1-2015.

In the meantime – April had her calf on her due date of April 14, 2015 – at 3:58pm.  I was already having mixed feelings – almost wishing for another bull calf.  Her aggressive bullish behaviors began kicking in as soon as she went into hard labor.  I had already decided last year.  I would pull the calf from her 3 days after birth – giving the calf time to gain the colostrum.

Ever since last year – I’ve been telling Dwayne – “If we can just get a Heifer out of her.”  We’d take the Heifer and try bottle feeding to see if time works in our favor with saving the Heifer from becoming just like April.”

During the whole time April was in labor – My head was spinning – coming up with Plans B, C, D… anything that might work!!  The brain was already working around all the ‘what ifs’ – way before she dropped that calf – getting settled for the ‘what is’ to show up.  And there’s one reason why my head works this way.  I submit to God’s Will.

We’ve only had bull calves born on our property since the first one that came in 2013.  I had to go back inside the house and get a flashlight.  The calf was jet black.

But this time –  We had a Girl!!!

Artist and April produce the very first Heifer at our place!  Photo taken 4-17-2015.

Artist and April produce the very first Heifer at our place! Photo taken 4-17-2015.

She’s a tiny little thing!  Her little head can fit through the slats on the stall door – up to her temples!

There were 3 things different that I noticed.  The calf stood up and I noticed how the back-end looked different.  The backside reminded me of that bulge that hangs out of the cows when they’re laying down – days before they calve.  It protruded out further than I’d seen on the other calves.

When the calf turned sideways to me – I only saw 1 little mound hanging from its belly – where the naval cord hung down.  There was nothing else there.  And then she flicked her tail.  I caught sight of a little tuft of hair hanging out just under her tail.  I knew about little girls being born in other species – even humans – where the vulva is swollen at birth and shrinks down to normal shortly afterward.

When she turned around with her backside to me – legs were too close together – definitely nothing hanging down.  And just as I said, “It’s a Girl,” – she starting peeing!

April’s demeanor had more than doubled what we were challenged with last year.   It was 10pm at night – and took 3 of us hanging in there with one hell of a fight – to get April out of that stall so we could give vaccines to that baby girl on time.  It – literally – took climbing all over that barn to get her ugly self out of that stall.

Prodding through the wall from outside with a show stick – while I’m rattling a shovel handle through the holes on cattle panel.  Having to separate her from the calf in the alley of the barn – Me keeping her attention from Cora’s stall – while Dwayne snatched the calf back into the alley area of her stall.  Her going crazy enough to run out of the barn and around to the side of the barn – giving that moment for Ronie to sneak in through the gate of the little yard and kick the barn door shut.

Getting a break while we gave the calf her meds.  Settling for laying a thick layer of fresh hay down – dropping April’s evening ration into the mounted feed bowl in her stall.

And then we had to get her back inside the stall.  Easy peasy – right?  Not when the calf comes waltzing out into the alley.

I managed to get the gate to the divider in the alley shut – confining April and her calf in the alley area in front of her stall.  The guys climbed the hay elevator to get up in the hay loft.  Couldn’t reach April.  I remembered the cane poles for Crappie fishing in the basement of the house.  Dwayne went for those and came back.  Nobody budging.  Baby laid down.

I knew April had to be hungry by then.  I went for the cookies.  “Ape – you want cookies?”  I started reaching through the cattle panel of the wall and tossing those into the feed bowl – knowing she could hear them land.  “Aren’t you hungry?  Daddy put your nummy-nums in your bowl.”

I got what I was looking for.  The ears perked forward.  The wrinkles on the forehead.  Licking her chops.  I kept at it – pointing to her feed bowl – throwing another cookie now and then.  Dwayne’s spanking her with the cane pole from up in the hay loft – while he’s laying over cross-timbers  and holding on to a beam with his free arm.  She starts trying to make the calf stand up.  Dwayne starts gently poking at the calf.  April gives up and walks into the stall and starts eating.

Finally – The calf stands up.  I start telling April to call her into the bedroom.  The calf finally makes it in there while Dwayne prods her with that cane pole and me coaxing April to call the calf.  Just as we get the calf to step inside the stall – Ronie sneaks down the ladder in the alley for the hay loft and kicks the stall door shut.  By then – I’m back in Cora’s stall where I manage to slide the latch closed.

We’ve been sliding her feed in a rubber bowl under the stall door.  We’ve had to climb the ladder to the hay loft and slide flakes of hay through the space Dwayne left between the loft floor and the walls of the stalls.  We’re able to slide flakes through the space over the wall that divides the 2 stalls, as well.

Cora is about ready to drop her calf.  I can’t risk putting April out in the paddock with Anna, Cora and their calves.  She has shown me enough to know that we can expect her bullish behavior to double when she gets around those calves.  She was terrible last year – trying to claim Cora’s calf – charging anyone that came into that paddock – no matter how far away they were all grazing.  And we have to pass through that paddock to get to Artist.

I have to think about the safety of all the other cattle.  God has known what I’ve been saying – all along.  This Heifer’s birth at this time – was God speaking to us.  This is how God has always spoken to me.

We have an appointment for taking April to our Butcher this coming week.  We do not sell problems to folks.  We correct problems – one way or another – before selling anything to anyone.  And we have a coworker that will be taking half of April home – after she’s become much gentler in her demeanor.  ;)

I’ll bottle feed – if we can’t get Cora to take on fostering.  We’re hoping Cora will drop her calf a bit early, give or take a day around taking April to slaughter.  She seems very interested in the calf.  And she produces a milk supply that can handle 2 calves.

I have to see if I can avoid those negative behaviors of April’s being imprinted and embedded in the calf.  If those behaviors show up after the efforts I’m planning – it will be considered negative traits in genetics that April has taken and passed on to this calf.  And we’ll be putting this calf in the freezer when the proper time comes.

In the meantime – we are facing the challenge of all this rain – the mud – the lack of grass because of the mud.  We’re setting up temporary hotwire fencing for our cattle during the day – so they can graze on grass.  We’re waiting on Cora’s calf – so we can get her back into the paddock with Anna and the Littles.  Pretty soon – we’ll get all the girls on the same clock set for breeding at the same time.

We’ve had quite a bit going on around here since my last posting.  The challenges just continue coming along.  We keep putting one foot in front of the other.  And we’ll continue doing so.  As long as we can look down and see toes in front of us – with something different underneath – nothing will defeat us.

The one thing I need this year mostly – no surgery.

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Nope. It’s NOT Depression.

Sometimes Winter can become valuable as an assistant to helping me sort myself.  Some would tend to claim it is depression I’m going through.  But I know too differently.  It is a series of events that has me in the place where I am at this day.  And the sorting has it all making so much sense.

Turning 50 became a major mile marker in my life.  I gained a sense of inner-strength that I have now found very necessary. And quite enjoyable…at times. ;)  (shhhh….!)  I’ve lived half a century.  Actually – I turn 56 this year.  It’s time for the world to accept the fact as much as I have.  I have earned my right to the following.

I have earned my right to be as honest as I want… no matter how uncomfortable it may feel to others.  I have earned my right to preach common sense.  I don’t have to take ugly crap from anything…or anyone.  I don’t have to settle for less.  I don’t have to choose crumbs.  I don’t have to be last.  And I don’t have to hold someone else’s problems in my lap when they try forcing them upon me… trying to make me own them.

I’m not your mother!  Go find her.  If she’s not willing and/or able… God is your Father.  I KNOW He’s around.

Age is like a car.  High mileage requires maintenance and occasional overhauls.  Lately… half the brain says it wants to get up and take care of the list.  The other half says, “Screw you.

And there’s several reasons.  One of them being the fact that I’ve not been able to get my family doctor to prescribe a Thyroid assistant… despite the complete Abdominal Hysterectomy… Menopause… extreme fluctuation in weight gain and loss… as well as a few other significant red flags… and some minor things that can be considered ‘normal wear and tear’.

I managed to get around that by taking a supplement called Tri-Iodine.  And within a couple weeks I was feeling so much better.  I had vigor back.  I had that ‘get up and go’ return inside my whole being.  The memory was feeling healthy, again.  I was losing weight.  The chronic pain throughout my body felt relief.  Handling the cattle by myself became much easier… despite the landscape around this place.

But the last three attempts have failed when Dwayne has checked at the only local health food store where we’ve been able to find the supplement.  For some reason… they just don’t appear to pay close attention to re-stocking their inventory.

However… I must admit… Buyer’s Regret over choosing this place for living and raising Dexters embedded itself very strongly back in 2010.  I’m so irritated and fed up with living here.  It has become so obvious to us that we will not be able to grow here.  We need more land.  We need more facilities for our animals.  And we need more appropriate facilities to house all our animals when necessary.

We can handle what we have.  But it is such a challenge with the charming… yet… antiquated means for our goal.  The hardest part is having only 2 people aged 50 and over… with 1 taking off every 4 days… to go work a 12-hour shift… 2 counties away.

We’ve been pouring every penny into these cattle… one way or another.  We’ve purchased the last female we intend for the herd… until we get relocated.  I’m at the point where I want anything born with a pair here… going in the freezer…. Cut/banded or not.

I’m forever hearing all the fear factor about butchering bulls.  We had to butcher a 17-month-old bull in 2013.  We were so amazed by the cuts of beef we ended up with in our freezer.  Enough that we’ve decided we will be butchering whole sides of 16-month-old bulls for our freezer.  All the Dexter Beef we’ve butchered for our freezer has been wonderful.  But the finish on that bull… along with the difference in muscle structure from the natural hormones being left intact… wow.

I get the issue about ease with raising steers instead… for the beef.  But we’re willing and able.  Lucky for us… we have a Butcher that lets us bring our animals later in the afternoons on the day prior to slaughter.  It gives the animal opportunity to calm down and relax… which aides in tenderness of the beef.

We will continue to band a few others that are slaughtered.  But that’s because we keep horns on steers for guarding our babies.  Somebody was stupid enough to try stealing Aon during the night last year… while he was left wearing a combo halter around the clock for training.

Just because Irish Dexter Cattle are smaller than the standard breeds does not mean they’re any weaker.  And I hope those that tried taking Aon learned that lesson.

They thought they’d get lucky by going through the gate of our back paddock that accesses our hay field.  Dwayne had taken down fencing around the hay field to set up new fencing for rotational grazing.  Apparently… they were shockingly surprised… by the protectiveness that comes out of Dexter Steers with horns.  And that coincides right along with the noise they can all make to alarm us.

I found Aon huddled between Storm and Dodger.  And he was more than willing to let me take him back to his mother!

Trying to take on selling offspring at this time is too much for me.  I handle everything around here… 7 days a week.  I get some help every 4 days.  But I also have the job of… Homemaker.  Such title is found in the Dictionary.  Therefore, such title is chosen for acknowledgement by the outside Corporate World… without any serious contemplation pertaining to the entire job description.

I prefer the job title of… Domestic Diva.  Either way… the Corporate World sees that job as holding no value because I do not receive financial income.

Of course… we’ve all seen the value… on several sides… for which the Corporate World has found more value in… Prostitution.  Makes me feel I missed my calling… at times.  But that’s another blog posting.  (“Cows or Cash?  Eat… or… Take their money?!”)

Anyway… for now… I’m gonna hop over to today… and cave in to that shipping charge.  I really need that Tri-Iodine.  A few clones wouldn’t hurt.  Maybe another 12 hours in each day.

Extra help is definitely on the list for the new place.

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There’s Always That One Brat in The Classroom!

Amos just has that look of a Rebel.  I think he's gonna be a handful!  Photo taken 2-7-2015.

Amos just has that look of a Rebel. I think he’s gonna be a handful! Photo taken 2-7-2015.

Dwayne chose the name for Anna’s little bull calf.    We call him ‘ Amos’.  I don’t think he realizes an apparent fetish that seems to be developing around here with names beginning with the letter ‘A’.

Artist – April – Anna – Aon – Amos….

We’re still not sure what we’re gonna do with this little guy.  We are gonna have him fully tested… before making that final decision.  He’s already started school!  And already… I can tell that he’s a very independent little fart with wonderful… selective hearing.

And all the cows say… “But Mama ALWAYS wins!

We'll be pulling tail hairs to have Amos fully tested in a couple weeks.  Curious about his short legs.  Photo taken 2-7-2015.

We’ll be pulling tail hairs to have Amos fully tested in a couple weeks. Curious about his short legs. Photo taken 2-7-2015.

He’s only had Mama’s milk.  He has not… yet… had the pleasure of… Granny’s cookies.  ;)  But I do have to give Amos praise for the ‘good stuff’ that he has picked up.  When he’s laying down… I can walk right up to him and put the little lamb’s combo halter/lead on him without him even flinching.

We started from sitting in the alley of the barn.  He likes the blue canvas of my lawn chair… for some reason.  He likes to rub on it… same as he does with Anna.  We continue a routine of starting from there every morning.  And now we’ve had a few days of making our way out to the little yard for more training.

Yesterday was much better than the first couple days.  He didn’t go running out and threatening to flop around like a flounder.  And I give credit to the exercises we’ve done for developing trust.  I think he’s figured out that it doesn’t matter if we walk out with the halter on.  He’s been learning that I’ll take it off when he stands calmly out in the little yard… after we’re finished.  This little fart’s not as calm as Seamus was at that age.  And that just means that Amos isn’t the only one learning stuff here.  ;)

But the one cool thing I’ve figured out is this.  Amos wasted no time speaking to this world within minutes after he was born!  And he goes through bouts of hollering at everybody when he gets to running around and throwing his hind legs in the air… playing around.  Yet… not one single peep during his training sessions.  He’s had the attention of all the other boys and girls on the property while he’s in school.  And it’s been so relaxing for me… seeing how calm all the others have been while they watch.

I am very well aware… their eyes are on me… more than Amos.  ;)

Amos is already trying to grow up too fast!  Loves mimicking his Mama!  Photo taken 2-8-2015.

Amos is already trying to grow up too fast! Loves mimicking his Mama! Photo taken 2-8-2015.

We’re doing various tidbits of training on the lead-rope.  I don’t stress on focusing on any strict line-up of commands or expectations right now.  More than anything… I’m training more for familiarity.  But I pay very close attention to Amos’ reactions.

I spend a good deal of time compromising… offering lots of time with no tension on the lead-rope… allowing him to choose this and that.  And it’s me who is learning more at this point.  Amos is showing me how much he needs from me for developing trust between the two of us.

Right off the bat… typical boy… con jobs for rebellion!  I noticed him beginning to run to the teat for escape.  He figured out that I would back off if he went to nurse.  Well… I stand there… keeping the lead-rope loose.  And we’ve reached a compromise.  He’s learned that it doesn’t get my goat when he does that.  So… his hopes fail.  He’s not gonna stand there forever.  Ya’ know?!  He’s learning about my boundaries.  And he’s learned that I become assertive once he rubs his head on Anna’s belly.  That’s become my que from him.  And we move on to another exercise.

When we’re finished for the day… Amos has already learned to stand beside me when he hears, “Are you ready?”  Once he calms down… I grab the halter portion to loosen it up… saying, “Gentle.”  If he begins twisting his head and throwing a fit… we have to start over with calming down and preparing for taking off the combo.

That first photo with Amos gettin' that tongue up the nose.  LOL!  We all catch 'em, sooner or later!  Photo taken 2-7-2015.

That first photo with Amos gettin’ that tongue up the nose. LOL! We all catch ’em, sooner or later! Photo taken 2-7-2015.

We’re at the point where we’re still working on getting him to stand still as I remove the halter portion.  It’ll just take baby steps… expecting a little more from him each time.

However… Amos has reached the point where he just stands there with me after I do remove the combo.  He seems to enjoy that last bit of petting he gets from Granny before he’s cut loose to go crazy in the little yard for the whole day!

I can say Amos has championed one really big accomplishment!  He stayed consistent on all 4 quarters of Anna’s udder for the first 4 days or so… until that entire udder came on down!  Everything’s looking great!

Anna’s producing more milk than April did at this time.  Aon ended up snatching milk from Cora for the last few weeks before weaning.  We’re hoping April’s udder will do some gaining this year.  But Anna’s udder is looking really good… for a first-time Heifer!

Very happy with the Girl!

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A New “Moo” Goin’ On Around Here

I think I must have been a bear in a past life.  When it comes to Winter… all I wanna do is dig a hole – make a nest – crawl inside – and wait it out!

It’s been a life here at our place.  Stuff happens.  And you have to get ready and be prepared months in advance.  And this is one of the big events we’ve had on our list!

Meet Amos!

Amos is so funny!  He arrived raring and ready to wrap his little head around this world!

Amos is so funny! He arrived raring and ready to wrap his little head around this world!

He was born on January 28th, around 3:05pm.  He came a few days early.  He is sired by our Bull – FF Freedom’s Artist.  His Dam is N40’s Anna Maria.  Both Dam and Sire are tested and certified for A2/A2 milk – which makes this little guy obligate A2/A2 beta-casein protein in milk.

This has been another batch of those ‘firsts’ for us.  This is our first experience with winter calving.  I’ve already learned that I’m not such a fan.  But then – I’d bet I can count the number of any happy fans of winter calving on one hand.

Anna is a First-Time Heifer.  There is always that moment when you have no choice but to find out if you have an Angel – or – one of Satan’s Wives for a Cow that’s just had a calf.  We got so lucky.  To begin with – she had a ‘daytime baby’ for us.

But Anna has been absolutely – Wonderful!  She’s had no problem with allowing us to handle Amos.  We’re able to come inside her stall to do whatever.  We had no trouble getting her to come out of the stall for Alfalfa cubes – while we went inside to give the calf his vaccines and such.  She even allows us to come in and love on him while he’s laying down.

The only trouble we have had – was when the winds picked up near 20mph after they’d been outside for about an hour.  Dwayne was able to pick up the calf and carry him into the barn.  I had to go get a lead-rope to get her to go back inside the barn.  But I think she’ll do better next time!

Her udder has had our attention.  Every Heifer / Cow is different.  Every pregnancy will be different – in one way or another.  Udders will show up and develop at their own unique window of time and fashion.  Naturally – there are certain critical points of construction you must expect.

But no cow is bred into a perfect Popsicle mold.  Okay?  And no… Anna’s udder has not shown up on stage – on cue – and costumed like some perfect Debutante.  Her udder did not actually begin to fill up until after the calf was here.


Amos is having to learn that she wants him to eat from all 4 quarters.  We’ve been watching her rear left quarter.  It’s behaving like the runt in the litter.  But he’s been after the teat on that quarter.  And I’m seeing a lot of improvement already.  I believe all 4 quarters will become 4 Late Bloomers that will glow with beauty – in no time at all.  I’m not worried.

We must all remember – Mom and Calf are newbies.  The ‘equipment‘ is all brand new.  And Baby isn’t requiring The Full Monte at this time.  But considering his personality – his alertness – his immediate vocal talents – and his racing to stand up and jump on that first teat within 10 minutes after being born…  I’d say that udder shall be beaming within a month!

I know one thing – for a fact.  The A2/A2 beta-casein protein coming from those teats – I’m sure the butter and the whipped cream will taste just as delicious as it would coming from what others like to shove in your face as being a picture-perfect udder!  The udder does not have that appearance of having something tied around the top of it with intentions of pinching it off the Dam!  The attachments are well intact and very strong.  ;)

I am not worried.  And I am not gonna worry!

Anna was beginning to wear those droopy, sad eyes that beg for gettin' it over with!  She was so huge!

Anna was beginning to wear those droopy, sad eyes that beg for gettin’ it over with! She was so huge!

Anna welcomed me into the stall to brush her down and clean her tail last night.  I think she was so ready for that.  She really enjoyed her brushings during the last few weeks of her pregnancy.

We were a bit worried and kept watch of her backside – due to the high tail-base in her composition.  I made sure to keep all the discharge and trash combed and washed out of her tail on a daily basis.  I trimmed her tail as soon as she had her first day of discharge.  If you have a small herd – you can never go overboard with doing your best to prevent bacterial infections that can afflict both Dam and Calf.  The high position of her tail base is cause for a little extra care.

The Angel we’ve been blessed to have in our lives is well worth every bit of it!  Some wouldn’t bother.  Some would just throw her into a freezer – primarily because so many people won’t spend their money on canned vegetables with dents in the cans.  (Ya’ get that?)  I’m just much deeper than that.

I’ve got the time.  I’m gonna take the time to handle it.  I will keep this sweetheart in our herd – before I keep a cookie-cutter perfect Debutante with the personality of one of The Devil’s Wives!

Besides… take a look at this baby.  His tail is just fine!  Oh… and btw… we figured out the funny standing that Anna’s doing in this video.  She’s giving him room to reach the teats!

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Pulling Everybody’s Hair!

Dwayne and I have family and friends that seem to become a bit – ahem – uptight about the fact that we have no time for visiting – or – leaving our place to do anything outside of a few hours in any given day.  Two people raising cattle – become owned by those cattle.  Ask any cattle rancher.  There’s a reason why they have large families – or – hire help.


You can’t throw ‘em on a pasture and disappear for a few days.  That holds true right now – especially.

We have some idiots in this country that seem to think it’s perfectly okay to snatch somebody else’s cattle.  With the price of everything climbing insanely to the sky – for no legitimate reason beyond passing the buck when it comes to blame – cattle rustling continues.  And it’s a lot easier today – with the help of wheels.  For this reason – Dwayne and I have started taking on additional chores to secure our herd.

But first – we went picking in everybody’s ears the other day.  Tattooing does not stay forever.  Apparently.  Who knows?  Who cares.  It wasn’t there.  So – we took care of it.

I knew there was a reason to wait before washing!

I knew there was a reason to wait before washing!

This was my reward.  I have become Aon’s replacement for a security blanket – now that he’s been weaned.  He loves his Granny!  And Granny loves him!  Even so – Granny was not too happy about finding this on her barn coat.  But that was not Aon’s fault.


The temps are expected to hit back up into the 50’s today.  I’m hoping and praying my ‘back-up’ works on removing the tattoo ink.


But we were told this gets the ink off your hands.  And it works!!

One of those new chores consists of pulling tail hairs off of – everybody.  No matter if they’ve already had tail hairs sent in to the labs for testing.  No matter if the previous breeders/owners already took care of that detail.  No matter if the animal is headed to the freezer.  We dispose of the sample after we have taken an animal to be processed.


We’ve been pulling tail hairs – and more tail hairs – off of everybody – to keep on file at our place.  A lot of people with large herds would dispute our reason for doing so in case of theft – with a falling back excuse of having too many animals and not enough time.  “Tracking would end up leading to a carcass at the end.  So – why bother?

That’s why the rustling continues.  And they would be the ones experiencing the greatest losses – despite the fact that a lot of idiots hit on small herds to save time for making a fast buck.  Well.  That’s the math the crooks have done in their head – anyway.

So far – I’ve heard that most of them getting busted are standing at their livestock trailer.  But that’s because a responsible cattle owner had taken the time to keep very good identification records.  They also had the brains to jump in front of the train and contact every processing and auction house they could locate – and get the word down the pipeline.

Collecting the tail hairs tends to be one of those little daunting tasks that causes new cattle owners to stiffen up.  I think the fact that so much stress on making sure to pull the follicle sounds more intimidating than it is – really.  And then – there is the thought of how it feels to have our own hair pulled out – that crosses all our minds.  C’mon.  You know you think about it!

Think about this.  They kick each other in the head.  And you worry about pulling a few hairs out of their tail?

Here’s a video that I really like.  I love the kits they use in Oz!  Wish we had ‘em here.  We settle for paper towels – or – Ziploc bags – and #10 envelopes.  Only one thing different than the example shown in the video that we found to help much easier.  We pull the hairs upward – to 12noon on the clock.  We get a much higher count of the follicles.  Dwayne’s able to get the approximate 30 hairs that are always requested on the first pull – almost every time.

You just wanna make sure your hands are clean.  I use a folded paper towel – to keep the follicles in a sterile confinement – as much as possible.  Remember – you are dealing with DNA here.

If you get a good – full wrap of the tail hairs around your finger before you pull – you’re good to go.  But remember – you wanna wrap safely enough away from the follicle end of the hairs – to keep any from touching your hand.

Clinching the fist after pulling helps.  From there – you can lay the follicle end onto the paper towel while you unwrap the hairs from your finger.  Close up the paper towel.  I place the paper towel inside the envelope tagged for each animal – without sealing the envelope.

Once I get back to the house – I get out the cellophane tape and ink pen.  I wash my hands.  Carefully – I remove the paper towel from the envelope.  Dwayne usually washes his hands and helps.  He holds a piece of tape ready.  I grab hold of the lock of hair – about 2 inches from the follicles.  I get it all situated into a nice and neat clump – handling hairs below where I’ve grabbed – if needed.

Once I’ve got ‘em situated – I pick up the lock of hair.  Dwayne wraps the tape under my fingers that are holding the lock of hair.  I grab the taped portion and trim hairs below to make the sample all nice and neat – before setting it back onto the paper towel while I label the envelope with all the information that the lab requests.  And then I pick up the taped portion to set the sample inside the envelope before sealing.

I do each sample one at a time – getting each sample sealed in the #10 envelope and ready for the lab to open before moving on to the next sample.  Very dangerous to try doing too many at once – leaving samples sitting on paper towels – scattered on your work area.  Don’t do that!!!

Believe me – it happens.  It’s another reason why we go ahead and test all our animals.  Yeah – it’s expensive as all get-out.  But we like sleeping like a baby.  Raising cattle is not cheap.  But we have learned to pick our battles.  As much as we would love to be able to travel to all the different livestock shows to compete – we prefer spending the last of our pennies on verifying genetics of our animals.

I’m glad we’re in the habit of doing this.  I don’t care how many go to the processor.  I don’t care how many are born into the herd each year.  I don’t care how many more we purchase for adding to our herd.  We will continue doing whatever we can to protect our animals from theft.

Nobody else has any right to come sneaking up here and stealing our investment.  And we’re taking every measure to verify and protect our animals.  And I mean – every – measure.

Granted.  The effort may lead to only a carcass at the end of the day.  But if you think I won’t show up in that  courtroom to make sure somebody goes to jail for a while…  And if you think there won’t be a Civil lawsuit to follow – that will go as far as placing liens on whatever they own that we can tag…  

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My Yardly Pet Peeve


These are my Waders.  They carry more common sense, just standing on their own, compared to so many 2-legged brains that have entertained my cartoon sense of humor – while I have listened.

It amazes me – the fact that so many city people just cringe at the thought of going out to a farm owned by relatives – for fear of stepping into – Cow Poop.  Yet – those same 2-legged brains will buy homes in the city with little back yards – and own 5 dogs.


Did I show you my waders?

I live out here on our acreage.  Besides our Irish Dexter Cattle – we have 2 dogs and a cat.  This year – we had 23 Hens and a Rooster – until I twisted up all the tendons and ligaments in my left foot – back in August.  While they were here – they were let out of their coop every permissible morning – to run amuck – and destroy all our beautiful landscaping we accomplished in 2013.


I don’t miss the chickens.  I will never buy more than 5 hens – ever again.  And I won’t care how pissed off they get about being confined to the choice of 2 different yards either.


Take a look at my waders! I just couldn’t live without these things!


I clean cow poop inside barns and shelters every day – twice each day.  Depending on several oddball situations – there might be two or three more times.  I can step in Cow Poop all day long.  And it doesn’t bother me one least bit.

But you have NEVER seen a case of Road Rage that compares to my fury – after stepping in dog poop – with my waders.

The difference in the ‘stink’ is divided by mountains.  Any water hose can testify on behalf of Cow Poop – how much easier it washes off anything – compared to that damned dog poop.  It’s like washing off dried dirt – versus – wet clay.  And the scent of Cow Poop washes away.  But that dog poop will have you gagging like a maggot on a meat wagon – even after you’ve found – something – to scrape it off as much as you can – until the water hose succeeds.  You can walk away – and still smell that crap!  And it’ll be there tomorrow!!


Christmas is coming.  Many of you City People are preparing to get out there and join the madness in traffic – to do your Christmas shopping.  If you are a family member that has never gone out to spend time on your Relative’s farm – buy yourself a pair of Waders.  Buy a pair for everybody in your own family!


See mine!  You can find ‘em just about anywhere!  I go through a pair every year.  I don’t buy those expensive ones.  I buy the ones that cost around $25.00.  Tractor Supply – Walmart – works just fine.  The only thing I spend $100.00 or more on – for my feet – is a pair of boots that I can wear on those rare occasions when I get to escape and go be among the masses of 2-legged brains in the city.

I challenge you City People – to go out to your Relative’s farm and walk around in your own Waders!  If you refuse to do so – your Relative will have been handed every right to call you a Chicken – a Lazy Chicken at that rate.

Because at that point – they can also assume your other Phobia would be the fear of them putting you to work.  And they probably would put you to work!  But I’d bet they’d make sure you didn’t go home empty handed.  ;)

You have no idea what you are missing when you’re somebody blessed to have family that lives their life everyday raising livestock – without your presence ever being seen out there – experiencing all that they are accomplishing.

Afraid you’re gonna get dirty?


Well.  That’s what they make these for!  And for washing dogs and cats.  But – anyway.  If you’re that much worried – just bring an extra set of clothes with ya’!

Worried you might get a little grease on your jeans or shirt?


Here’s my secret!  This will even remove grass stains.  I keep this down in my cabinet for the laundry area.  I keep one under the sinks in our kitchen and in our bathrooms – with old toothbrushes that I collect when I change ours out.


It’s Goop.  Mechanic’s Hand Cleaner.  And noooo – the Orange crap won’t work.  Any Mechanic will know what I’m talking about.  But you can find Goop in the Automotive Department of any store carrying one.  If nothing else – hit an Auto Parts store.

I haven’t tried it for removing dog poop.  But I haven’t tried it for removing Cow Poop either.  Water hose works just fine for Cow Poop! ;)


See what I mean?


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When Farming Steps on The Respect You’ve Given

I am so far from being any fan of PETA.  And I have always done my best to sit back and learn from the large farming community.  But I have also watched what’s happened to my body, despite sticking to preparing only simple – cut and dry – meat and vegetables purchased from grocery stores.

Granted.  I’m nowhere near as so many others.  But enough that I am unhappy with my situation.  And that’s enough for a reason to be pissed.

I’ve sat back and observed every view that pops on televisions – photos shared on social sites – anything showing masses of people in public places.  “Look at all the fat people.”

We are everywhere.  And NONE of us got here on our own.  If being lazy and eating like there’s no tomorrow, or, even old age were the truth – not one retail business entity would have the need to restock anything.  NOTHING would be moving on this planet.

EVERYTHING IS connected – if you care enough to take the time to do the simple math.

My only help has been to eat NOTHING and drink nothing else but water for 4 days, just to lose weight.  And my 4-foot 11-inch short 55-year-old self cares for our cattle alone, in 4-day increments, getting  help every 4 days in between.  That includes stripping barn stalls – the barn alley – climbing the ladder up to and dropping hay from the loft and stacking in the tack room – hauling 50lb. bags of feed into the tack room and dumping into storage cans.  Even dragging water hoses all around the place – mowing during the spring and summer season.

And I won’t even go into the mess about keeping up OUR entire household.  I get my daily count of steps and stretches into every day – at the very least.

When it comes to the issue of the GMO’s… my common sense is just screaming.  What I SEE happening is screaming, alongside.  And as is the constant in history around this country… it will be DECADES before anyone confesses to the truth I’m watching happen NOW.

Anybody remember the denial that went on about the Manhattan Project being real? Anybody remember the denial that went on about there being an Area 51?  Anybody remember the denial about Agent Orange?  Anybody remember the incredible atrocity that shook this country at Love Canal?

Oh, I could go on and on.  I was especially interested in that bit about how the ‘Superfund’ was ‘funded’ back then, in that report about Love Canal.  Obviously, the intentions have had some ‘changes’ made.  But too few of us will pay enough attention to win any fight for political campaign funding reform. 

Before you call me a Conspiracy Theory Nutcase – especially if you’re under the age of 45… you better make a trip to your local library.  Bottom line – it happens all the time.  It happens all over this country.  It’s gone on forever.  It’s as if Capitalism has its very own incurable case of Syphilis.  And MUCH of it has been deleted from the curriculum they’re teaching in schools today.  Guilt is the Devil to – and Greed the arms of – Capitalism.

It is what it is.

The real truths about GMO’s IN OUR FOOD CROPS WILL BE one more of those damaging cover-ups that will push up from the ground decades from now.  And I encountered a GMO supporting statement from a farmer’s wife the other night that – simply – rocked me to the core – enough that I just haven’t bothered going back.

Her denial matched with her age group – matched the age group of those that denied things I remember seeing in the news when I was a teenager, feeding the medial and social argument about the Manhattan Project.

What that farmer’s wife said has changed my life forever – far from any good way.  It took walking away from my computer… needing time to sort out my own mind to get my thoughts together.  Because above all else – the lives of my husband and I depend on wise choices for proceeding in our own lives around this whole crappy nightmare.

Our garden will be doubled next year.  Our hay field will convert to pasture for our cattle.  We will be purchasing a Jersey cow.  And we will begin eating NOTHING but the food produced on our own property.  We may not be able to go 100% sustainable on our property.  But – By God – we’re gonna make a notable difference.

That final statement made by that farmer’s wife on Twitter was…. “It’s dangerous when we attach morality to Ag.”

Making such a statement out there on Twitterverse – was like a vision of her standing out in some cornfield – speaking on behalf of all farmers.  That told me – the true interest in Ag is the quantity of production… at the expense of the health of a world full of people.  And then they wonder why Corporate America won’t pay them what they’re worth.

Apparently, they don’t seem to be interested in observing the fact that Corporate America puts a price on quality before quantity.  Let me be clear about what I just said there.  They put a price on quality first.  They want it all – for almost nothing.  However much that farmer has to harvest – in order to take care of his own family – is HIS problem, in the eyes of Corporate America.  They couldn’t care less about the farmer.

And here is where you see some solid ‘trickle down’ effect.  The farmer now could not care less about the health of the world of people it feeds.  They just wanna harvest more so they can fill their penny jar.  Oh, they claim they’re concerned about feeding the world, too.  But then – everybody has their own kind of sales pitch.  I’ve learned lately – I’m not a human being.  I’m a carrot in a Farmer’s defense.  Bottom line fact is – they’ve caved in to the GMO’s.

The fact that Corporate America bucks paying farmers more only validates my common sense.  And I wonder if farmers ever research the investment portfolios of their purchasing clients.  Would not surprise me to find they’ve all invested huge chunks into the very entities that enable them to screw the farmer… those manufacturing GMO’s.

I’ve always carried a heart watching the backs of farmers.  But the statement made with that attitude by that farmer’s wife… continuing to support famers is no different than going bankrupt from bailing your best friend out of jail every weekend.

Her words broke my heart and left me feeling totally disappointed.

You wanna bite a hand?  Rage a campaign to defend harvesting what’s in the BEST INTEREST OF THE HEALTH OF HUMAN BEINGS.  Because Corporate America could not care less about either of us.  And at the end of the day – you need us more than you realize.

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Stocking More Than Soup for Winter

** I’m sharing a bunch of photos today.  So – they’re posted smaller than usual.  But you can click on each photo to view more easily!


A couple days ago – we had such a wonderful opportunity to enjoy one of the most gorgeous days of this Fall season!  It was almost like a fresh Spring day.  Were it not for the colors – you’d think time was arriving to prepare for all that summer fun!

My 'Spoiled Rotten' April!

My ‘Spoiled Rotten’ April!

But I knew – as did everyone else here in East Tennessee – such is not the case.  And I knew this would – most likely – be that very last gorgeous day that our Irish Dexters would get the chance to lay out and soak up while relaxing and enjoying content as they chewed their cud.

" Anna - Anna - Anna! "  She just eats that up!

” Anna – Anna – Anna! ” She just eats that up!

I had to catch them in the middle of their joy.  I had to have pictures.  So – I captured moments while they all had breakfast!


I even felt the need to catch the bits of the chaos that I take care of by myself – when Dwayne is working.  I’ll need these later – as winter embeds itself and its frigid temperament.


The work will only become more intense.  The mess will become more than doubled.

But the wonderful thing about it all…

Aon and Seamus

Aon and Seamus

The cattle.  They pay attention.  They know – all that we do is for them.


They know Winter is coming early.  We’ve watched Artist bulk up like crazy.  Their winter coats are coming on strong.

Helena and Beatrice

Helena and Beatrice

Helena and Beatrice get all the running around – head butting and playing around done as much as they can – while they can.


They’ll huddle in the barn and in their shelter – comforted by the layers of hay.


They’ll appreciate that tolerable 40* minimum temperature of their water.

Yes - We measure out our rations!

Yes – We measure out our rations!

They’ll feel the comfort of knowing we’ll see to it that they have plenty of all they’ll need for mustering up their own body heat – without the loss of body mass.

Our Beautiful Cora!  I love the way her winter coat brings these waves to her pretty face!

Our Beautiful Cora! I love the way her winter coat brings these waves to her pretty face!

But for this day – they relish that breakfast under the morning’s warm sun rays!

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We Know It’s Coming…

April - Cora - and Artist

April – Cora – and Artist

This morning, we’re waking up with our local news in East Tennessee giving us all a Heads Up – to get outside and soak up as much of this warm day as we all can.

Common sense.  You keep your eyes on the weather when you raise livestock.  In fact – I do my best to check on expectations for oncoming nights in our area – before I head out to take care of evening feeding.

We’ve been preparing.  All the stalls have been stripped and prepped.  All the water trough heaters are hooked up outside and inside the barn – ready to be plugged in.  Yes – even inside the barn.


The troughs inside the barn even froze when temps sank down into the teens last year.  That provoked an immediate investment in the heaters.  Talk about a Godsend!  We highly recommend those sanity savers.  It’s worth extending heavy-duty outdoor construction extension cords to hook those puppies up!

All the paddocks have been harrowed.  Dwayne had to replace hinges on one of the barn doors – after I found one of the pins had fallen out of the bottom hinge.  They just don’t make good hinges like they once did.  Nothing like those heavy-duty steel welded hinges.


I LOVE this old 1920 Tobacco Barn! The oak wood is ‘Artist Proof’!!

He took out the bottom bridge of that same door – pounding in anchors for support and using wood screws to secure them to the door frame for support.  That left a gape under the barn door – which he attached an apron for covering.  Otherwise – that barn will feel like it has a double window sitting wide open when those cold North Winds come to visit.


Tie rings that Dwayne had mounted inside stalls were moved to outside – in the alley.  Original placement was just wrong.  Lead ropes were being run through the water trough that sits through the wall between the stalls.  When you have a calf that’s been left with a lead rope clasped to their halter for training – running all around the paddock and then falling into the water they drink?


We don’t do that here.  If we’re not willing to drink it – our cows aren’t drinking it!  If there’s one thing we’re anal about here – it’s the water our cows drink.  I cannot deal with dirty water troughs and buckets!  And yeah – I know.  I’m very well aware of all the ‘other’ sources where cows are known to drink water.  Those are not my cows.  And I’m able to spoil mine.  Plenty of other ways around here for them to pick up other sources that can help build their immunity!

So far – weather reports for our area show that tomorrow evening will be the time to make sure everyone has their shelters bedded extra to hunker down and stay warm.  We’re expecting those cold north winds.  Anna – Beatrice – and Helena will be coming inside the barn to stay in stalls.  Aon and Seamus will be coming inside to stay in the barn alley.

This set-up has proven to make for an atmosphere for our cattle during winter that has become one more reason they all love coming into the barn.  We make it very comfortable for them.  They’re not exactly as tiny as mice.  The confines can begin to feel quite tight – after a while.

We’re picky about the weather scenarios when it comes to letting them outside during this time of the season.  They’re kept inside when temps are below 30* – unless there’s no wind and plenty of sunshine.  Otherwise – we keep them inside.

Cleaning up after them is just part of feeding them – morning and evening.  I go out a couple times more during the day to see if they’re standing and needing hay.  I pick up any manure piles I find at that time – as well.  No reason to buy a bigger mess later.

And of course – to break the monotony – I leave ‘em all guessing when I’ll be coming out to give everybody Alfalfa cubes – their favorite treat.

Once they’re all set to wait out this one – it’s all about getting ready to make the Chicken ‘n  Dumplin’s.  Make sure we have plenty of my personal concocted Cocoa Mix – and Milk.  Got all the ingredients for making fresh bread.  Batches of different soups and stews are already canned and frozen.


My ultimate goal is to get to do more sewing in the next week.  Cross your fingers for me.  In between morning and evening feedings and barn chores – there’s always Laundry – Prepping and cooking Supper.  I’ve got Animal Histories to burn onto CD’s – 2 dogs to bathe – bathrooms to clean – floors to vacuum and mop – laundry – and – of course – more studying.  Always more studying.  Somewhere in there – grocery shopping – and a trip to Costco in Knoxville.

Never a Day Off.  And sometimes – I wish I really could trade places with Dwayne.

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