Sunday morning on the farm |
Since the broilers got our attention last week, it seems only
fair that the sheep dominated this week’s news cycle. Although, unfortunately,
it wasn’t all good coverage.
this one isn't sick just stuck in the fence |
First thing Monday morning, we had to deal with a dying
lamb. Seriously not the best way to start the week.
The heat and humidity are not kind to the lambs. They are
stressed by the heat and the damp conditions allow the parasites in the soil to
flourish. Grazing exposes the sheep to ingesting these microscopic organisms.
Once inside, the parasites rob their hosts of crucial nutrients. Small lambs
just do not have the body mass to withstand the anemia (and other problems) caused
by parasitic overload. One of the reasons we feed the lambs is so that we have
close contact with them on a regular basis and can be aware of any health
issues. One lamb seemed a little “off” at afternoon chores, but ate with the
others. Since there were no specific symptoms, I made a mental note to check
her in the morning. However, by that point, she was literally breathing her last breath. Yes, it
happens that quickly. And, that’s another reason that we generally don’t like
to have late season lambs. I left the
unpleasant job of disposal to the Boss and headed into town for an abbreviated
feed-food trip.
I say abbreviated because we needed to hurry to get on our way. The priority job for Monday was a trip
up to the processor’s to pick up the first batch of retail cuts for the season.
This is always an eagerly anticipated trip since demand for many of the cuts
far exceeds supply. We had customers waiting anxiously and meat sales promised
to be brisk. In addition, we had just received a new selection of lamb recipes
from the American Lamb Board.
fresh inventory and recipes |
We pay a small fee to the Lamb Board for each lamb that goes
to the processor or through the stockyard. Payment of this fee entitles us to
use the publications put out by the Lamb Board. This year the recipes have a
global theme and utilize some interesting spices that aren’t real common in our
Valley of the Shenandoah, so I’m rather excited. I like having these resources
for our customers, but I really like trying new things for our table as well.
rainy interstate travel |
No sooner had we gotten on the interstate to head home home,
we got caught in the middle of a torrential downpour. The words torrential and
downpour are not used lightly. It was nearly impossible to see anything,
despite the fact that the brand-new windshield wipers were flipping away on
high speed. And, then as quickly as it started, it was over. We encountered no
other delays and got the lamb safely stowed in the freezer ready for Market.
sick lamb |
Back on the hill, it became obvious that the parasite
problem had not been limited to the one small lamb. The other small lambs were
looking a bit poorly. And, one of the bigger ones had serious case of bottlejaw.
It was quite possible that we were going to lose a few more if we didn’t do
something immediately. Time to de-worm the whole bunch! We have been concerned
that this season was going to be bad since it has been so hot and humid. (it’s
looking like we were right) Closer observation was going to be required.
bottle-jaw |
While I think we’re finally beyond the crisis and it’s safe
to say that the rest of the lambs indeed survive and thrive, it is only because
we took charge of the situation and treated the problem. There are times when
animals need to be medicated (just like humans) or they will die. To do
anything less is actually inhumane treatment and bad husbandry. However, I know
consumers are concerned. You can rest assured than any medications have cleared
the animal before processing (processing facilities actually test for
residues). So, ALL meat is indeed “anti-biotic free” when it is consumed. It
aggravates me that this has become a “thing” despite the fact that few
consumers truly understand the subject. However, I guess that little rant
should be a post for another day.
looking healthy once more although they need to gain back the weight they lost |
headin' to the hay barn |
In what proved to be one of the bigger challenges of the
season, we finally managed to coordinate schedules and the weather in order to
get the winter supply of hay. The Boss
and I headed out early and picked up the first wagonload. Then the “best hay
unloaders ever” worked incredibly quickly and the barn was filled to the
rafters before lunchtime. The Boss, Josh, and Blondie are an awesome team.
Now, the sheep are set for winter.
Thanks,
y’all!
I just realized it was a good thing that MrB was here to keep us all headed in the right direction.
directing mommy |
more directing |
directing Uncle |
helping grandpa |
hay helpers |
hay piled high |
The rest of the week was taken up with more of the same old,
same old…including more rain.
another rainy day |
you know what they say about a red sky at morning |
the grapes are looking good under the netting |
winter squash recovered from the varmint attack |
broccoli ready for harvest |
it's wet! |
wet rosebud |
With eyes on Tropical Storm Cindy, we started making
preparations for Saturday Market. Early in the week, it looked as if the Market
would be a wash-out. This was a little concerning as downtown Staunton had
flooding last week and all the rain led to a sink-hole out on the interstate. To say that the ground is saturated is
no understatement. But, thankfully, the storm skirted our area and the weather
for the Market was gorgeous.
ready for business 6-24 |
It was a great market morning. More than one customer commented that our vegetable stand
was finally looking like they’ve come to expect. Sales were
brisk and we finally hit that total that we’ve come to expect that has eluded
us all season. It's been a long, hard struggle, but maybe we can finally put the rocky start to the season behind
us. Here’s hopin’!
we had a little "help" with Saturday's Market |
It seems fitting for the last post of June (which is Dairy
month) to note that I looked out across the way and spotted a herd of Jersey cows grazing along the ridge. In
an area where black beef critters far out-number any other breed (heck, there
are even more Angus cows than there are people in our “neighborhood”!)
something different is newsworthy. In case you don’t know, Jerseys are pretty,
brown DAIRY cows.
Jersey girls across the road |
While some of the neighbors speculate as to how the new
owners of the farm down the road can possibly make a go of a start-up dairy
operation in today’s somewhat tumultuous agricultural market, I was thinking
other thoughts. The sight of those brown-eyed beauties left me sadly nostalgic
and doing a lot of “over-existentializin’ “(I realize that is not even a word.
I borrowed it from a Kenny Chesney song and believe me, it fits)
When we moved to the hill and the Boss got me my first Jersey cow, it was the realization of a lifelong dream. At the time, I thought I’d have my Jersey
girls forever. You can read about my long love affair here. Or here.
But, time moves on…things change.
While the decision to sell that last cow, to leave
home-dairying behind and move on to other things was ultimately mine (and it
was indeed sensible, logical and the absolutely right thing to do), not a day
goes by that I don’t miss those old girls and the way of life they represented.
Honestly, I haven’t been able to look across the way all week without feeling a little
sad.
My nostalgic over-thinking may have been precipitated by the
fact that we are rapidly approaching our twentieth anniversary here on the
hill. That’s a milestone that almost demands some sort of analysis and
recognition. (which I’ll get to writing about soon)
Twenty years is a long time to do the same thing…and finding
a way to keep the sense of enthusiasm and creativity to continue sometimes
proves difficult.
Here’s to re-charging and refocusing and pressing onward.
Happy
Sunday!
new day, new possibilities |
Thanks for stopping by. Come “visit” again real soon!
Don’t miss your chance to virtually visit the Staunton
Farmers’ Market. Here’s the link to the Boss’ weekly photo post.
I always enjoy your diary of the week's events so much Barbara, being here on a farm myself. We went out of dairying in 2001 when we had Foot and \Mouth and our whole herd had to be destroyed - a devastating time for us.
ReplyDeleteNow that I have lost my beloved farmer I am having to move off the farm as it has been sold. I shall miss the life too - but things don;t last for ever - carry on and enjoy every moment. And thank you again.