Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Diary of a Snow Day


*Blogger’s note: This was written yesterday afternoon, and consistent with the day…wasn’t uploaded until this morning, thanks to the distraction that comes with a snow day! Happy Wednesday!


Diary of a Snow Day

5:00 AM Rise to consider meeting my running partner in town. Become coherent enough to hear the wind howling and roll over to go back to sleep.

5:45 AM Farmer Joe’s alarm goes off, reports to a now deep sleeping me that there is no snow on the ground, but the radar and Facebook status exclamations say otherwise.

6:30 AM All rise, breakfast served, snow starts…vertical snow, howling wind, ice pellets hitting the windows. Joe and I devastate our girls by declaring today a snow day whether the school cancels or not. Direct quote from Anna, “But Dad, my perfect attendance record will be RUINED!!” Yes, we raise nerdy school-loving children.

6:45 AM Girls still in protest over not going to school, Joe in protest of going out in the elements to do chores, Emily in protest of not being able to clean in peace this afternoon…Jack proceeds to dump his Cheerios on the floor. Text from Mom and Dad, en route to the Commodity Classic in Orlando…stuck at the airport indefinitely.

7:00 AM Official call from the school cancelling school. Praise the Lord, the perfect attendance record still stands!

7:25 AM Joe embarks as Nanook of the North, layering and topping with rain gear, thanks to the lovely slushy snow, to check and feed. We pray that there are no calves born out in the elements.

9:30 AM Crafts in full gear, laundry started, no beds made, no kids dressed, me starting on our pulled pork for dinner (because who doesn’t want to smell chili powder and garlic at 8:30 AM?), and Joe returns, drips all the way through the house, in desperate search of coffee. Emily nearly sighs herself into hyperventilation.

11:30 AM Laundry still going, two baths given, all toys out, children beginning to fight…

and I proclaim, “I WISH YOU HAD SCHOOL!!”

1:00 PM Jack asleep, all children out doing chores and playing in the snow with Dad, Mom has a date with Shaun T and his Insanity workout, and all is well in the world. Text from Mom, all clear and boarding!

Right now: Wii dancing, a little arguing, Dad choring, Jack still snoring…me in the office, door shut, trying to complete a witty thought for your reading pleasure. Just checked the radar, and there's a chance for more weather tonight.

Sigh.

Diary of a Snow Day


*Blogger’s note: This was written yesterday afternoon, and consistent with the day…wasn’t uploaded until this morning, thanks to the distraction that comes with a snow day! Happy Wednesday!


Diary of a Snow Day

5:00 AM Rise to consider meeting my running partner in town. Become coherent enough to hear the wind howling and roll over to go back to sleep.

5:45 AM Farmer Joe’s alarm goes off, reports to a now deep sleeping me that there is no snow on the ground, but the radar and Facebook status exclamations say otherwise.

6:30 AM All rise, breakfast served, snow starts…vertical snow, howling wind, ice pellets hitting the windows. Joe and I devastate our girls by declaring today a snow day whether the school cancels or not. Direct quote from Anna, “But Dad, my perfect attendance record will be RUINED!!” Yes, we raise nerdy school-loving children.

6:45 AM Girls still in protest over not going to school, Joe in protest of going out in the elements to do chores, Emily in protest of not being able to clean in peace this afternoon…Jack proceeds to dump his Cheerios on the floor. Text from Mom and Dad, en route to the Commodity Classic in Orlando…stuck at the airport indefinitely.

7:00 AM Official call from the school cancelling school. Praise the Lord, the perfect attendance record still stands!

7:25 AM Joe embarks as Nanook of the North, layering and topping with rain gear, thanks to the lovely slushy snow, to check and feed. We pray that there are no calves born out in the elements.

9:30 AM Crafts in full gear, laundry started, no beds made, no kids dressed, me starting on our pulled pork for dinner (because who doesn’t want to smell chili powder and garlic at 8:30 AM?), and Joe returns, drips all the way through the house, in desperate search of coffee. Emily nearly sighs herself into hyperventilation.

11:30 AM Laundry still going, two baths given, all toys out, children beginning to fight…

and I proclaim, “I WISH YOU HAD SCHOOL!!”

1:00 PM Jack asleep, all children out doing chores and playing in the snow with Dad, Mom has a date with Shaun T and his Insanity workout, and all is well in the world. Text from Mom, all clear and boarding!

Right now: Wii dancing, a little arguing, Dad choring, Jack still snoring…me in the office, door shut, trying to complete a witty thought for your reading pleasure. Just checked the radar, and there's a chance for more weather tonight.

Sigh.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

A Farmer's Birthday

I may have mentioned in post or two or three...or four...that birthdays are a big deal around here. With little kids, it's a no brainer. Parties and presents and fun and excitement are always surrounding our kids' birthdays. My birthday...no exception, I believe that I should have the whole day devoted to me.

Am I right?

Joe, on the other hand, is a little less birthday nutty. He's happy to have a dessert of his choice and a nice card, but no fancy dinners, big presents, parades in his honor are necessary.

However, he is married to me, and, have I mentioned: BIRTHDAYS ARE A BIG DEAL.

So, today, we're starting our celebration early. Joe met me at the door this morning as I came back from the gym, all bundled up and ready to check heifers. He's spending his early birthday morning hours enjoying God's glory that is making the earth light up, even though the emerging sun won't help the sub zero wind chills. He's spending time with the cows before the girls get up and on the bus so that he can have a tax appointment as well as a crop insurance appointment today. He's coming home in between times to grab a hot cinnamon roll (thank you, Pioneer Woman), but will be back at it before seven this morning because that's what you do during this time of the year, even if you're celebrating your 38th year.

Joe is a driven, hard working, and loving husband and father. He's a loyal friend, strong leader in our church, and tries always to be the calm one when his crazy wife gets worked up over things that are generally not really that big of a deal. He is a person who deserves a vacation, day off, night off, but will never take one, but won't complain about it, either (see his wife and this blog for the complaints!!).

I'm hopeful that a warm cinnamon roll and a present, which, ironically, is too heavy for me to carry in from the garage, so the surprise is more work for Joe!!!, will show Joe how much we appreciate his hard work and constant love and caring...even if his wife is a little fired up at times!

Happy birthday, Farmer Joe! And many more!!!

Friday, February 15, 2013

My Funny Valentine

I know, I know...

It's the day after Valentine's Day, but if you haven't noticed, this blog has taken a back seat to laundry, sleep, and paying attention to my little ones.

However, I have to give my valentine, my Farmer Joe, props for this year. He's not a guy who speaks the gift love language (unfortunately, he is married to someone who does...), so all holidays and giving me a gift give him hives. Plus, you add in the fact that he rarely goes anywhere that has anything more than a WalMart in town, so his choices for gift purchasing are limited. I have also come to realize that all holidays seem to fall on times that are busy for Joe, because, as a livestock farmer, when isn't there a busy time?

Valentine's Day, no exception.

Right now, it's calving time, specifically, heifer (first time mom) calving time, and that makes Joe nervous and preoccupied. So, if you factor in an already stressful time for guys, i.e. Valentine's Day, this wife realizes that fancy gifts, dinners out, and long, sappy love poems are not in the cards, literally.

Not that I expect diamonds on Valentine's Day anyway...

but a girl can hope, right?

Anyway, my Valentine is crafty, though, and always seems to be able so sneak away and procure a funny card (always with an animal husband/wife combo...which I love, because, who doesn't like to be compared to a squirrel??) and flowers.

Always.

I love that.

I love that even though Joe is busy, hates buying things that seem just unnecessary and will, in fact, die in a few days, he still gets it for me.

He understands that I appreciate the fact that he took time out of his hectic and muddy birthing schedule to clean up, go to town, and think of me.

Some day, we'll be able to actually go out for Valentine's Day, without the babysitting, without the food cutting, and without the chaos, but until then, I'll take the squirrel card and roses.



Sunday, February 10, 2013

Guest Post: A Method to the Madness



 Today's post is brought to you by the man himself, Farmer Joe! He'll offer a little insight to the craziness that is his calving season!

Happy Reading!


This time of year, I’m amazed at how fascinated people are with the logistics of my cattle operation.  I have conversations with friends at church, at the high school basketball game, and out with friends that are usually started when I explain that I have to leave to go home and check on the heifers.  Last week, when the windchill was at -20 degrees, I offered an agritourism opportunity for people to have an on-farm experience helping me check the heifers at 2 am.  I had several volunteers, none of whom were really serious about joining me in this venture!  The question I get regularly is “Why in the world are your cows calving NOW?”
The biological reason is that now is when they are supposed to calve based on when the bull was turned in with the heifers.  Romance filled the air, and 283 days later, there you go…..  But there IS most definitely a plan playing out as to why the heifers are calving now.


First of all, the majority of my herd (95 cows) starts calving about March 1 and will last 60 days, but 2/3 of the calves should come within the first three weeks. This is the older herd that has already had a calf at least once before.  I like calving on March 1 for a few reasons:

1.  Calves reach their peak demand for milk about 6 weeks after they are born.   On April 15th, we should have the best pasture conditions ready to turn the cows into.  The pastures will enter the “summer slump” period around the end of July, first of August.  At that time, the calves are ready to wean and can be fed a low-cost ration and graze the summer annual grasses- Pearl Millet, Sudangrass, etc. that I’ll plant for them, while the cows will have their lowest nutritional requirements of the year once the calves are weaned off, so the pastures will sustain them just fine until time to graze cornstalk fields after harvest.

2.  I want to be done calving before it is time for spring planting, and I want to wean calves before fall harvest.  All four times are labor intensive, so I can spread out my work when I have time to do it.

3.  I want to sell 750 lb. calves before Thanksgiving.  The buyer can go on to feed them and put nutritious beef on your dinner table just in time for the next summer grilling season.


So, that is the March 1 group, but this is February!  Well, February is reserved for the heifers- 26 first time mommas that have never had a calf before.  They require a great deal more attention, so I breed them a month earlier so that:

1.  I can give them my undivided attention.  They often require a little “training” on how to pay attention to their calf after it’s born, so I like to shut them together for at least 12 hours-  once the cow figures out what she’s got, she’s pretty good with it.  You just don’t want her walking away from the calf as soon as it’s born.  So I check them basically every three hours every day so I know when one is about to be born so I can shut them in the barn.  Sometimes the momma requires some assistance in delivering the calf, and I am ready to jump in and help when needed.  With 26 heifers to focus on, I have enough room in the barns to make sure all of them can have the needed shelter that is necessary in the type of weather that February can bring.  It is extremely rare to have more than 2 or 3 calves born on the same day, so the work is spread out pretty nicely.  When the “big herd” gets started, I’ll have days of 6-8 calves born per day, potentially 25-30 per week for the first few weeks, so that’s why I want to calve heifers first, so nothing gets overlooked.

2.  They get an extra month to recuperate and will be more likely to re-breed for the next year on time.  Cows that don’t get re-bred on time are very costly to cattle producers.  The cows’ feed bill is the same as everyone else’s, but if she weans a calf that is 200 lbs lighter than the earlier calves, she didn’t “pay her way” that year.

3.  I hate the mud.  Most of the time, the ground is still frozen in February, but the days usually get to the mid-30’s during the day.  A cold day is not a problem when the pens are bedded appropriately and I keep them clean.  When calves are born in the mud, they get wet and cold, and if momma doesn’t get them dried off quickly, as is sometimes the case with first time cows, they get chilled and can get sick.  Calves in the mud can also get worn out trying to get up and give up.  Have I mentioned I hate the mud?  That’s why I like February utilizing the set-up I have.

Different cattlemen and women have different systems and calving dates.  I know a lot of experienced producers that don’t want to calve until April and May because they may not have the facilities to calve in the barns, or they don’t want to mess with calving in the cold, and I completely understand that.  My dad uses a Fall Calving timetable, and his are born in September and October, before it gets cold.  This is what works for me, and this is why I do it this way!  We welcome any visitors to the farm to check out the babies this time of year.  Especially if you want to check them at 2 am for me.

Technical Difficulties

You know that commercial that has the lady sitting in her beautiful lodge-like house, deep in the country talking about the spotty internet service she has?

Well, minus the lodge-like house, that's us.

The Internet is the death of me.

Well, kind of.

I have been experiencing not only actual technical difficulties, but creative difficulties. Time difficulties...trying-to-figure-out-how-to-get-it-all-done difficulties.

That being said, I have had a great week, professionally...we're in the midst of an office overhaul (and for those of you who know me, only second to the Internet, our home office KILLS me!! However, my new job requires a space at home, and we have the furniture...the rug is down, the 90s plaid couch is outta here, and now I'm just fielding comments from my daughter about how I'm "prettying up the office!").

That being said, I have a great support system, and my husband, knowing that I am kind of freaking out about this blog, has written a guest post for us.

So, happy Sunday, and happy reading, and bear with me as I figure out how to do it all!!

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

January? Nope. April? Maybe. No...

It doesn't take a degree in meteorology to realize that this weather is crazy.

I love Facebook posts about the weather as much as I like writing about the weather...translation: I loathe them, and would love to comment once in awhile along the lines of, "Thank you Mr. or Mrs. Obvious."

I guess my snarkiness in regards to the weather is because for us it isn't just an inconvenience for us. The weather affects every decision, aspect, plans: day-to-day, long-term, social, meal time, etc., of our lives. We are at the mercy of the weather always. Period.

Especially now.

It's calving season, and while we have had success despite sub-zero temps, 65 degree temperatures, now muck and mud, and soon to be frozen snow and ice, the weather and its ups and downs can create challenges much more great than just for my hair and shoe choices (I did love wearing flats with no socks yesterday, by the way).

Take today, for instance. Joe has mamas calving left and right. He has been checking them, shutting in the "heavy girls" (strike me down if he ever refers to me as that...actually HIT HIM!!!) who look like they're ready to pop. However, on a day like yesterday, while the rains were welcome for the water supply, calving in the muck and mud is hardly ideal. Now today, while it is still muck and muddy, it's now cold and getting colder and windier, thus creating an even less than opportune environment for calves to be born. Instead, days like today are especially stressful for Joe, as he is constantly hoping, thinking, checking those mams that are ready to birth, hoping they don't end up somewhere they shouldn't.

Joe is really good at keeping calving in less than comfortable circumstances at bay, however. Joe has prepped an area for prime calving conditions with skills that would rival a professional interior designer. While the conditions inside this area are prime, some times, some mamas are just...well...for the lack of a better term, not very intelligent. They are still not smart enough to get in to the area where Joe has spent countless hours re-strawing, checking, fixing, and then shutting them into this fenced, sheltered area in order to stay safe and healthy.

Thus, our life is now a series of stops and starts, as he goes out every few hours to check and recheck, shut in, restraw, feed, etc. While a typical work day during our non-calving season is pretty predictable: chores in the morning, and a flexible, although labor intensive day, and then in for the evening, during calving season, we see each other and enjoy events in small, short bursts. Tonight, in order to get away for a work event, Joe has scheduled his day to the milli-second, and we will not tarry at the end of the festivities...we will need to be home by 9:00 in order to do checks, possibly in dress pants and rubber boots on the way home to save a trip.

Ahhh...the life, huh?

Regardless, this is an exciting time. The kids are pumped about the new babies around here. Even Jack got in on the checking last night. While it may affect my social life and dinner times, this is the time when Joe gets to see the fruits of his planning and breeding schedule.

So, if you want to get together with us, good luck...give us a two hour time frame and a babysitter, and don't mind the smell of manure and straw if you want to ride with us.