Good Medicine

So – there was this Due Date of April 14, 2015 around here.  Too bad we weren’t able to put any money down on the odds at Cal-Neva.  It actually happened.

 

Our Molly - Born 4-14-2015.  Photo taken 4-28-2015.

Our Molly – Born 4-14-2015. Photo taken 4-28-2015.

Meet Molly!  I love Netflix.  They introduced me to the series, “Monarch of The Glen” – where there’s the wonderful Matriarch named Molly!  Adored her sense of humor and her sneaky personality!  I could not resist naming this precious angel in the honor of that character.  Besides – I’m a fan of Susan Hampshire!

Our Molly is already learning to answer to anything – almost.  Molly Moo – Moo – Moll – Baby Girl!!

Having her here has been good medicine for me.  And so far – imprinting a lovable sense of being has been working.  At any given moment – this little princess will come strolling up and just wrap herself around my legs – press against me and just wait for me to love her back!

Getting her to accept bottle nursing was a nightmare for both of us during the first couple of days.  We. Tried. EVERYTHING.  She is the tiniest calf born on this property.  And those standard calf nursing bottles were more than twice the size of her entire head.  The nipples would have suffocated her.

We were so desperate.  One of the guys at Dwayne’s job told him they used glass bottles.  I’m thinking the old-fashioned Coke bottles.  Ya’ know?  The original size bottles.  The REAL ones!  Nowhere to be found.

Finally – while racing to run errands – we stopped at a Weigels for a soda and snack.  And to much of my surprise – I found Perfection that could kill 2 birds with 1 stone.

 

Sometimes... Ya' just gotta go with whatever works!

Sometimes… Ya’ just gotta go with whatever works!

Oh, yes – My cartoon imagination went into full color.  And I love the Watermelon Mimosa!  Never had tried them before.  So, Dear Smirnoff – You gained a new customer through desperation to feed a newborn calf!  And yes – we did wait to get home before opening the bottles!

That very moment – when the light goes off.  She got a taste of the milk replacer.  Instantly – there was NO vacuum cleaner on this planet that had a thing on this girl.  She went nuts.  And it was beyond being clear fact.  This baby girl was starving!  She’d been hanging on by a thread for a couple days.  The only milk she’d been getting was what we managed to squeeze into her mouth from the nipple.  No wonder she was drinking so much water!

Took a few minutes before the shock switched over to uncontrollable giggling!  This baby girl was scarfing down the milk replacer.  And I knew she’d demand more.  But I also knew it was better to let her tummy adjust.

Within a week later – that moment came.  She managed to yank that nipple off the bottle.  Imagine – if you will – chasing a tiny calf around a stall to get the pacifier out of her mouth!  She was frantic!  Running around searching for the milk – thinking she’ll find it if she just keeps sucking on that nipple.  She’s getting nothing but air – and getting pissed!  I’ve never considered the vision of a calf turning a bottle nipple into a new version of the ‘Whoopi cushion.’  Mini farts from the stall grabbing attention from Cora – who was drinking water from the trough in the other stall!

 

Molly's great at making upside down mustaches!  Photo taken 5-8-2015.

Molly’s great at making upside down mustaches! Photo taken 5-8-2015.

Yeah.  It was Graduation Day.  We moved on to the standard calf nursing bottles.  Within a week – she went to a full bottle twice each day.  And everyone that’s ever had to stock Milk Replacer knows the price of that stuff.  Outrageous for the amount used on a daily basis.

But we got lucky!  Cora’s right quarters began threatening.  Her new calf was just too little to handle those teats on that side.  Dwayne calls ‘em Cora’s Firehose Nozzles.  “You were calling her a School Bus, last month.  Now she’s a Fire Truck?”

Who cares?  There was beauty to be found in those 6+ quarts of fresh milk we were stocking in the fridge!  Saving grace on the wallet.  Best nutrition for Molly!  And the Milk Replacer is now a fill-in for the 2 quarts going into her bottles that she’s now takes 3 times each day.

However – It won’t be long before the supply goes down.  Buddy is growing and beginning to take in more milk from his Mama.  This means we’ll be using more of the Milk Replacer before weaning at 3 months.  Thanking God – we’ll be able to wean both calves at the same time.

It’s become more than obvious that both calves are benefitting from Cora’s milk.  For those of you that have not seen the video I caught the other day – Here ya’ go!  Molly’s wearing red.  Buddy’s wearing blue.

 

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Culling Hope and a Lot of Investment of Self

I’ve known for a while now… this would be a difficult posting for me to accomplish.  Grief is heavy.  None of us ever feel up to facing it.  I can’t think of anyone ever enjoying all the crying and hurting inside.  But there’s no getting around it – if you want to reach that horizon and being able to move on enough in ways that keep you from folding for good.

And so you just – dive in and get it over with.

PF No Foolin' April - Born 4-1-2012.  Photo taken 9-23-2012.

PF No Foolin’ April – Born 4-1-2012. Photo taken 9-23-2012.

Found a particular little Heifer alongside a Cow-Calf Pair I came across during one of my hunts – back in 2012.  I remember the very first moment I imagined all the possibilities!  I had cows on my mind.  But a Heifer with a Cow came as a surprise!

Yes – Two Brood Cows were coming.  But so was this little Heifer!  And I was determined to spend days walking her around the open area of our place – letting her enjoy grazing all the clover and thick grasses.

PF No Foolin’ April.  She’d been beside her Dam for almost 7 months by the time she arrived at our place.  April’s Dam wasted no time introducing us to her wild disposition when she arrived here.  Clearly – she was the Alpha of the bunch.  But we had people with growing up experience telling us she was just flat crazy.  Despite the view – I could not see giving up hope for being able to help April learn the good reasons for behaving differently.

April going through some lead rope training on 4-14-2013.

April going through some lead rope training on 4-14-2013.

I had gone through so much of investing myself into giving all I could to training some negatives out of her.  Kicking was an issue that we knocked down to about 10 percent.

Slamming her head and neck into me became her way of saying she loved me – when I’d stand beside her.  She learned to do it gently.  Still – she kept the ace in her pocket – and used it when she was pissed – or – not getting her way.  But – “Mama always wins!”  I’d take something from her – be it cookies – or – “going out to eat clover” – if she didn’t square up.  Her response would be to swing in gently with her love.

That was the line drawn for compromise.  It was a feeling no different than sleeping with one eye open.  But it was fair enough.

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I lost such a huge part of my girl when she dropped that first calf.  And it was frightening.  I had just spent an afternoon walking all around our place with her.  She was taking the stroll very slowly and carefully.  Carrying all that extra weight was something she just wasn’t used to.  She was tired and ready to dump the load.

April got what she wanted.  She dropped that load in the middle of that night.  Come that very next morning – Dwayne and I walked into the barn discovering my girl had disappeared.

And the Wife of Satan had moved in.  It was horrible.  Dwayne tried going inside her stall to pick up manure.  You’d think she would have appreciated it.  Hell no.  She tossed him up in the air and against the wall.

She had gone nuts – just like her Dam.  We had to have help come in – just to get her out of the stall – so we could give the calf vaccines and ear tag.

When we let April and her calf out into the paddock with the others a few days later – Satan’s Wife decided to stick around.  She became bullish.  Cora was able to keep her in check for the most part.  But anytime we stepped inside the paddock – she charged us.  It didn’t even matter if everybody was grazing at the far corner.

We were so relieved when Weaning Time came.

We could not be sure if the meanness was embedded during the months she spent with her Dam in the brood herd.  There was a possibility that disposition came through the bloodline.  You really never know until you have a few lines come into the world and spend enough time in your sight.

And it’s no reflection on the previous owners.  Behavior in animals comes from genetics and instincts.  There’s nothing wrong with allowing a herd of cows to exist in brood fashion – especially if you never plan on competing in shows and you’re only raising for selling the meat.  Or – if you just don’t wish to have so much hands-on interface for whatever reason.

By this year April had been with us long enough with extensive time in training to know what was expected of her behavior around us.  I have no problem with a cow being protective of her calf.  But not at the expense of tossing my husband around in the stall – especially when he’s only trying to do you a favor of making sure you lay down on a clean bed.

Decisions were made and signed in concrete – as far as I was concerned.  Before we’d even pulled the calf for weaning – I’d told Dwayne, “If she pulls this crap next time – she gets the calf long enough for the calf to gain the colostrum.  I’m pulling the calf and I’ll bottle feed.  If we can ever get a Heifer out of her from Artist – she’s gone.”

April on her 3rd Birthday, only 13 days before calving Molly.

April on her 3rd Birthday, only 13 days before calving Molly.

This year – there was absolutely no hesitation in getting the message across.  The Wife of Satan returned.  She arrived with nastiness in 3-fold.  And that was just inside the stall.

God speaks to me through my gut feeling.  And everything inside me said it would be even worse with 3 babies out in the pasture around her.  Did I want to chance that?  Of course not.  But I didn’t even have to make that decision.

God made that decision for us.  He decided it was time to get this over with.  April calved a Heifer.  Tiniest little thing we’ve seen in our Dexter Journey – so far!

Matthew 5:37 has always been one of my favorite scriptures for strength.  “Let your Yes be Yes, No be No…”  Being wishy-washy and a yo-yo can be THE biggest waste of time.  And it burns all those around you.

All the brick walls we’ve had to chew through since moving here is killing us.  The more we end up having to meet the challenges by ourselves, in this community – the easier it becomes to make cut-and-dry decisions.  Banding every bull calf that falls on this property eases some of the weight from the tines of that fork in the Devil’s Hand – for now.

There’s been a LOT of screaming – Lots of cussing (which I refrain from around kids and out in public).  Lots of looking up and yelling.  I’ve come to the conclusion that God must be pretty damned busy these days.  Makes perfect sense to me – considering all the crap that’s going on in this country – alone.  But things seem to happen when I reach the point of standing in a barn – looking up – and just – screaming out a plea.

Cracks me up how so many are so busy judging me – concluding that I’m on my way to Hell.   I have to laugh!  Does it dawn on anyone – the fact that God is watching me, too?  He knows everything I say and do before they even see or hear it!  He sees everything that’s going on around me.  I don’t have to hide from Him.  He doesn’t expect me to be Man’s version of Perfection – for the benefit of Man nor Himself.  He sees everything that’s not going on around me – as well.  He knows what’s behind my verbal frustrations.  But most important – He DOES hear my prayers.

And He answers.  I don’t care what anybody around here thinks.  That’s their problem.  Not mine.  This planet is not my circus.  They are not my monkeys.  What DOES matter is the fact that God knows me better than anybody on this planet.  Pretty much all the time – God’s all that Dwayne and I have had in our pockets.

Having to shoot photos through cattle panel from next stall.  Molly with April.  Photo taken 4-17-2015.

Having to shoot photos through cattle panel from next stall. Molly with April. Photo taken 4-17-2015.

As soon as I knew we had a Heifer on the ground – it was easy for me to recognize God speaking to me.  I’ve always followed through.  He blessed me with the gift of Discernment.  And I will even rebel against my own husband to abide by God’s Will.  Before Dwayne came home from work that day – the appointment for taking April to butcher was on the calendar.  But we had to wait until the following Thursday.

We had 9 days to wait before Dwayne could take April to Decatur.  That’s enough time for anyone to go through a lot of yo-yo emotions and decision making.  Normally – I would be the worst.  But I asked God to give me whatever I needed to make it to the 9th day.

I knew that I would have to let myself cry – at some point.  April was my first Heifer.  She was My Girl.  Ask her if she wanted to go out for clover – she’d lift her head up over the stall door and turn her head for me to latch the lead rope to her control halter.  She’d stand and wait for doors to open and close – waiting so casually for commands.  Loved being brushed.  She’d even move around to show me where she wanted me to brush her.  She had  such a pleasing conformation.  But her good behavior would only set in for about 5 months out of a year.

I had to put my heart to the side.  I had to consider the safety of all the others in the herd.

I would not even look at her for 9 days.  Her feed was slipped under the stall door in a rubber bowl.  Made me think of somebody in jail.  Since cleaning the stall was impossible – Dwayne stood on a step-stool and shot flakes of hay through space above the wall dividing the 2 stalls and above the stall door.  We ended up tying the cattle panel cut for a creeper feeder to the top of the stall gate.  Made it possible for me to toss flakes of hay in there when Dwayne was at work.  That spunky little Heifer took care of spreading the hay for us.

I stayed blind and stone cold for 9 days.  I kept myself busy.  I poured myself into all the others.  And the path felt clear and smooth.  I knew I wasn’t walking alone.

By that 9th morning – Rob showed up around 5:30am to help Dwayne get April separated from Molly and into the trailer.  I just don’t know what we’d do without Rob’s help.  He is our Calvary.  We call him in when there’s absolutely no way we can handle something by ourselves.

Getting April into the trailer was a lot easier than anticipated.  By the time Dwayne made it to Decatur and opened the trailer door – April walked out of the trailer calmer than any of the other animals have when carried to butcher.  It was as if she’d conceded to accepting the fact that she’d crossed our line and created the uncertainty that was in front of her.

I do not regret culling her.  But that will never mean that my heart will ever stop paying the price for having to go that far.

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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!

Volunteers!!

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 Amazon.com 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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!!

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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!

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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?

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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?

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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.

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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! ;)

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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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