Archive for December, 2017

Thursday, Dec. 29th 2017

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Today at Woodcrest started like most days – a bunch of cows to milk, and we got right to it before we froze to death.  The weather took a dip into the freezer so it motivated us to get the chores done quickly.  Once chores and breakfast were done, Jason and I tackled the abandoned cars at East.  The Nissan was still loaded from yesterday’s futile trip to the transmission shop (my confusion, I guess) so all we had to do was get a new battery for it and transport it.  That done, we managed to load the Blazer onto the trailer, find a scrap yard, transport it, and unload it.  Easier said than done, but both vehicles are off the premises.  Now I just have to resolve the Nissan repair, title, and disposition, but at least its underway.

After milking tonight, Jas, Susanne, Chris, and I went to dinner at Applebees.  Food OK, not great, but a nice relaxing time with people we love.  And that’s the word from Woodcrest.

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Tuesday, Dec. 26th, 2017

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The 2d day of Christmas my true love gave to me …. well, not two turtle doves.  We dragged ourselves out of bed at 8, milked the cows, and got the chores done.  ate breakfast, and so forth.  Jason and Susan came over and we got down to the real business of the day – hanging out.  Noah and I split some wood, milked again at 5:00, and had a good dinner with Diane.

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Thursday, December 21st, 2017

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Today was a special day because Willa was here with Grandma and Grandpa all day.  She helped me feed the cows during milking, helped Grandma label milk by pasting the date stickers on the jars, helped Daddy feed the dogs.  As for me, I gave Noah an introduction to milking the new mothers Freddie and Lulu.  Freddie has severe edema (still) and is a little touchy. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful.  We are slowly tying up Christmas loose ends and getting ready to say good-bye to Dan, Liza, and Willa who are going to be going north to Ben and Julie’s.   God bless us, every one.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

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It was  kind of an exciting Tuesday here at Woodcrest.  I was still arranging for coffee in the house when Kent walked in to ask when  Lulu had calved.  I thought he was confused – Freddie had a calf on Saturday, and I thought he was talking about her.  But he was right – Lulu had a little heifer early this morning.   New calves mean several days of swollen udders, collecting colostrum, antsy cows, and frequent milkings.  We are into it in spades.   Freddie’s udder is so swollen she resists milking (read: tries to kick the milker, me), but her only relief is to get milked, completely, at least twice a day.  Oh and yes, we separate the calves from their moms as early as possible.  As heartless as this sounds, its much better for both cow and calf if we are making sure the cow gets milked completely, and the calf gets a full ration.  Less chance for mastitis, infections, and uneven nursing, less chance for the calf to get attached to the mom and resist learning to use a bottle, and bottle-fed calves are much friendlier their whole lives.  But it makes for a long day.

Other doings: Dan spent time in the forge, Grandma and Willa made cookies, and I was getting an evaluation for cataract surgery in January.  So, a busy, good day.

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Saturday, 12/16/2017

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Today was a good day at Woodcrest.  We milked cows, fed pigs, chickens, rabbits, and goats, and kept the farm safe.  We held a birthday party for Anna Lou Wesley(?), where the kids had a great time and actually made some blacksmithing items.  The cows gave over 3 gallons this evening.

But today will stay in my memory as the day we said Goodbye to Patrick.  He has become a member of our family, and realistically, I will probably never see him again in this life.  It was still a good day, a day where love won, and lives moved ahead in God’s plan, and children had a party.  But I will miss Patrick forever.


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