Tag Archive: Cattle

The view from our front yard.  Lightened it  so the mailbox can be seen

                           The view from our front yard. Lightened it so the mailbox can be seen

This evening I sit on our farm’s podium stand which spans over the fence and allows me to step up and over the fence without catching on the barbwire. I sit down. It is immediately calming.  I take a deep sigh of contentment.

The heat of the day has cooled, twilight has begun, melding the reds, oranges, and blues into indigo quickly from the clouds covering the west sky from storms ensuing in Western Kansas. Tranquility takes the place of blustering of the wind to a  breeze to ruffle the hair, causing the prairie grass and windmill weeds to dance as I gaze over the pasture with our cattle grazing in the distance.

Fall breathes in the air.  It is in the heaviness of the pregnant momma cows soon to birth their babies. Some for the first time and others, seasoned veterans,  browsing for a last bite of grass before sleep.  A two-month-old calf makes a breakneck run with the coolness of the evening. The ripening fullness of the apples, pears, and the wooden props to hold the various arrays of flavor awaiting picking to be turned into jams, jellies, and lovely spiced apple pie filling.  Other non-edibles put out their “fruit” or seeds, the feathery foxtails, windmill grass, sticktight weeds which speckle the dogs’ fur as they rest on top of the hay bales watching and guarding the cattle in the field.

Annie and Oakley watching over the cattle in the field

Annie and Oakley watching over the cattle in the field


My mind is still running even though my body is relaxing.  An adult child moving to Hawaii, another far away in North Carolina.  Too far from me, because I still see them as my sweet babies.  Two in college in a close town, but not close enough to the farm.  A baby shower cake for next week, 8 bushels of apples to prepare this weekend,  instrument music night for the school,  a husband feeling ill, a children’ book dream, PRN (as needed) nursing night shifts when not working the orchestra.  All the things that can roll through your mind trying to shut out the calmness from the field.  I have to shut the mind down to enjoy the moment or it will distract me.

It is isolated out here away from my friends and family.  Too far for most people to come out and see me and I can’t just pick up and pop in within few minutes and run over to see them. No barn parties, no bonfires, no hayrack rides with people coming out to enjoy life here as we do.  Nine years has still produced an isolationism especially with all the children gone from the home.  So I take solace in the cattle, in the sweetness of the farm cats curling around my lap, wanting to be pet and coddled, and the company of the girls.  I am blessed, though I feel lonely tonight or at least seemingly alone in my perspective.  I know the Lord is sitting here beside me, using nature to comfort and remind me of His creation.  It does give me peace knowing this.

Today is the last day before this blog is to expire and there is much of a struggle too.  As much as I want to continue, I have been negligent to keep it up.  Life gets so busy I can’t sit down and take the time to think.  To bake and take pictures, post recipes that I would to, and share the farm life with you.  I don’t know what the blog will be or where it will be or if it is to be no more.  I guess we will see tomorrow.  But for right now, I share my photos of the beauty I have here.  I am still amazed that my phone camera does such a very good job of taking photos.  But you can’t improve on God’s handiwork, can you?

Evening on the dairy farm

                          Evening at Faye Farms Dairy


Wooden fence with grapes ready to be ripened

Wooden fence with grapes to be ripened

In love with blackberries

Love in the Blackberries




Seeking and searching for hidden treasures under the grape leaves

Seeking and searching for hidden treasures under  the grape leaves






Friend's fence and field where I am gleaning

                       Trumpet Vines and Grapes on a Friend’s fence and field where I am gleaning


New calves

What is this new little thing in the Field?

What is this new little thing in the Field?

New calves.  They are so sweet, and even sweeter when it is warm when they are born.  In the last few years we have been regular in having our calves in the fall.  Twin bulls in September, which is unusual.   And they were so cute!  It is always interesting to see what they look like especially if  both parents are black Angus and we have a red Angus heifer born.  She is mine, and her name is Ginger. (She is my reward for taking care of the cattle during my husband’s knee replacement.  But personally I know it is because she is red, not black.  It doesn’t fit with his black scheme of things) This is where my college science regarding recessive genes come in.  Horns or no horns?  Hold it, your parents didn’t have horns, how come you are growing buds?  Sigh…….

Bossy checking baby out to see if all is there

Bossy checking baby out to see if all is there

We have a caramel coloured bull, oops, now steer. This occurs very quickly to keep from having to do it when older, which is not so lovely, and trust me, my husband’s first time done, with a multi-use sharpened Swiss Army knife gave me the willies as a nurse.  “Are you sure I can’t run home and get the surgical knife, it would be a lot easier.”  Nope.  Poor steer couldn’t walk straight for many a day.  Learned the lesson to get them while they are young.  He is doing well now.  He is the one who JD couldn’t dehorn and do so much psychological damage in one day to the poor baby.  His twin brother was spared the trauma by being sold before he was neutered and dehorned. Our new little bull’s mother is a Dairy mixture and his father was an Angus.His name is Spunky because within 10 minutes he was trying to get up and do a lil kick in the process.  He still turned out just as cute as a bug in a rug.  His sister is the white face in the photo above, but everyone has to be in the picture after the new one has arrived.

Our newbies are so sweet, but not in 27 degree weather.  Our momma, A/C (awesome cow) was preparing for her second calf, her first for us was D/C (darn cute) although she is a pro at having babies.  Yes, A/C D/C which was so conveniently decided by a contest on my facebook.  My friend Michelle decided the names after remembering the band had a band member named Angus.  This all should be conglomeration and coagulating as to why the names. Wind, cold and no sun shining makes for a cold and possible dangerous delivery.  Even with her cleaning, it was cold for a newborn.  I watched her for 2 hours while she labored and finally brought forth a beautiful dark calf.  Unknown sex but with a field cow you don’t just walk up and say, “can I peek at your baby’s bum?”

New bull and family all together here

New bull and family all together here

The challenge as with any calf, is to get to the calf, if need be in a dire circumstances, without getting ran over by a hormone challenged momma cow.  If you have their calf, they will not hurt you.  But when you put the calf down or let go of the baby, all is fair game.  Needless to say, I was charged at after JD put our new baby down in the hay. HEY, I didn’t pick up your baby and drag him here! You might have a little more gratefulness since it was my idea to put your baby here so he wouldn’t freeze, thank you very much.  But like most mommas, and she is no exception, they are very protective of her baby.  After a “feel” my husband determined that it was a “he” and at this rate, I hope we don’t use the same Rent-a-Bull we did before.  He has only given us males so far.  If the next two are males,  we may not want to use him if we would like to have a few more females in the herd.    But he is too cute even at this stage of the  game.  So begins the name game.

Warming up nicely

Warming up nicely

Hey, I am in the hay, not the hay to be eaten

Hey, I am in the hay, not the ha.y to be eaten

But in this weather, this woman has to be smarter than the elements.  The water barrel was frozen and I went to break the ice when one of the cows, Angelina, kept staring at me through the fence as if to say, “what are you going to do with this water here?” I was busy on birth watch.  I picked up the pitchfork and using the end of the pitchfork (not the pointy end) to break the ice in the water trough.  Very foolishly while I adjusted the pitchfork to lean farther, I felt a sharp prick to my face and very quickly felt what I thought was a salty tear, because I was mad at the ice not breaking, thus breaking into tears.  But sad to say the taste was a salty iron not just salt and gingerly touching my face and seeing blood, I grabbed a kleenex and headed back to the car. Examining myself in the mirror of the car, I found the pitchfork and I had a disagreement on its usage and I lost.  I had three marks on the face, one just missing my right eye.  Not smart.  Glad I have had my tetanus shot.  So much for helping the cattle, esp in heels and Sunday dress. Before you say anything, I didn’t want to miss this birth since I was always late on the others, plus I was in the car with the heater on, a blanket and my Texas ranger leather coat.

God watches over fools and children. Praise the Lord He was watching over me today.  My face hurts like crazy but I didn’t lose my eyesight, and He gave me the sight and delight of seeing new life come into this world.  It is lovely.  Ecclesiastes 3:11  He makes all things beautiful in its time.


We have a new addition to the cattle family.  We have a range of 12-16 cattle at a time.  My husband, JD was at the cattle auction on Wed, July 17th and bought a new momma cow with a calf, heifer, that appears to be about one week old. This momma cow was too young to be bred.  For those who don’t know, heifers should be about two years old before they have their first calf.  She is about 18 months old, so she wasn’t very old, and it can be more difficult for them.   I haven’t really seen her, and plan to go out to see her today, if at all possible.  My cattle came running, even though they haven’t been around me in a week and a half.  But I went out and called, and knowing I have cow treats, or actually horse treats, they come “a runnin'”.  I didn’t know I could find such pleasure in the cattle and with my one heifer, D/C, whose mother is A/C.  Not after the band A/C D/C, , mind you, but a friend named them from this since they are angus cattle.   A/C:  Awesome cow, and D/C:  darn cute calf.  D/C is going to be a momma for the first time, and she still comes up to me to have her head scratched and gently rubbed under her chin and behind her ears. The only problem is when I stop, she bumps me and she has too much weight for me not to press back and hold.  Having her more domesticated is another story, but just watching them calms me.  I can’t wait until I meet this new momma cow and her baby.  Now, to come up with a name….

The photo is of D/C and my husband, having a scratch session.  I have spoiled her rotten.

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