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There are many pleasures and rewards that go along with keeping a small herd of cattle.

Working with fewer animals can be easier than a large herd, and in a small herd, you get to know each cow personally. Some, especially bottle babies or difficult births, can reach pet status. Many small herds are a wonderful mix of animals, like a bag of skittles, while others focus on just one breed.

Small herds can bring a unique set of challenges to the farm. Large equipment expenses are harder to justify, and deciding on which cows stay or leave may cause more heart ache. Having enough pasture space to separate the bull from the cows when his job is done for the season can be a struggle, as is keeping young heifers separate from a bull until they are old enough to breed.

Two weeks later …

This time, I brought Pippie and the two young heifers into the corral the night before auction day.  With a full round bale of hay, a trough of water and Sundance’s run-in for shelter, all three were happy with the accommodations.

At 6am the following day, with the weather rainy but cool, Pippie moved relatively easily into the working pen.  By 6:30am, she was loaded on the trailer and we were heading off to the auction.

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Saying good-bye to Pippie was sad, but she had lots of other cows to keep her company.  And the auction was being held later in the day, so she did not have to spend a night waiting.  The circle of life on a farm can be difficult, but with a cow in Pippie’s condition, better to be moving on now rather than risk a difficult calving.

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Pippie’s Reprieve

Pippie’s day to leave the farm arrived on the morning before the cull cow auction at the local cattle company.  At daybreak, Bill helped me separate Pippie from her small herd of Annie and Rose’.  With a bucket of grain to entice her, I walked Pippie across the lane and into the corral.

The daytime high temperature was forecast to be 90 degrees, and the air was already humid and thick at 7am.  Bill was headed out for a golf outing, so the plan was to load Pippie that afternoon when he returned.  I set up Pippie with extra grain, mineral and a trough of fresh water.  In addition, there was the shade structure and Sundance’s run-in for her to shelter from the sun and heat.

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No sooner had Bill left than Pippie started pacing, moo’ing and generally acting  unsettled.  She knew something was up, and was not at all happy about being away from her small herd of three.  By 8:30am, with the heat of the day was already setting in, I decided to load Pippie as soon as possible instead of waiting until the afternoon.  I called TA and asked if he would stop by and lend a hand.

While waiting for TA, I moved Pippie to the working side of the corral and with Hugo in tow, grabbed the keys to the Superduty pickup truck.  Click … click was all I heard as I turned the key to start the truck.  Sigh, dead battery.  Hugo and I headed back to the house to get the keys to my little blue truck, and then walked back to the shop.  As I hitched the stock trailer to the blue truck, I realized that the wiring harness was different and wouldn’t fit.  I would be traveling without tail lights on the trailer.  Hearing Pippie still moo’ing and pacing, I googled the directions along the back roads to the auction.

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Hitching the trailer to the truck was easy, I have done that alone many times.  But backing up the trailer to the head gate by myself took a few tries.  Especially since the blue truck is two wheel drive and I had to take care not to spin the tires.

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After a number attempts and with Hugo sitting on my lap for encouragement, I had everything lined up and in place.  Just in time, as TA was coming down the lane.  I was sure the morning would now proceed smoothly,  Pippie would be at the cattle barn within an hour where she would have the company of other cows, or so I thought.

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As soon as I joined Pippie in the working pen, I knew that she clearly had other plans.  Pippie adamantly refused to move anywhere near the alleyway.  For more than 20 minutes, I tried buckets of grain, gentle tail twists, foot prodding with the cow stick, verbal pleading and actually pushing her on the butt, all of which just made Pippie laugh.  She would take couple of steps and then circle back to the shade.

I thought maybe bringing in Hugo would get her moving.  With the schnauzer on a long lead,  I brought him into the corral.  Hugo barked and danced at the back of Pippie’s feet, doing his best to annoy her into motion.  More laughing from the cow as she calmly walked back into the shade of the run-in.  Giving up, I took Hugo out of the working area through the two panels next to the truck.

TA and I decided to give it one more attempt.  I managed to get Pippie out of the run-in, and as she took a few steps along the panels, I looked over her back and realized that I had left the two panels ajar after taking Hugo out.  Before I could formulate a thought, that darn cow saw the opening too.  And then Pippie, who was too hot to move 10 minutes ago, pivoted on a dime and with the grace of a ballerina, twisted her 1200lb body through the small opening, taking a hard left turn between the truck and panels, and danced with freedom out of the corral.

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TA and I followed her across the yard but getting that cow to even look towards the corral was impossible.  The only place Pippie would agree to go was back into the South Field to rejoin her herd of three.  I gave up and opened the gate.

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She laughed at us all the way to the field.

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Final score

Old Cow – 1          TA and Cowgirl – 0

 

Summer Rotation

The herd has been on the first summer time pasture for a week now. The difference between the used field on the left and the fresh field on the right is striking. Eighteen cows, one bull and nine calves have mowed down acres of spring grass in a mere seven days. So we pulled up the line and moved everyone to the greener pasture, beginning the summer rotation.

As with all herd activity, Bella is at the head of the parade while Shane brings up the rear, plodding along, taking his own sweet time.

Once on the fresh field, the air is filled with the sounds of munching. I take some time to walk through and inspect the herd, looking at each cow and calf for soundness, clear eyes or anything out of the ordinary.

Thankfully, everyone looks great! Lucy’s infected back hoof is sound and regrowing, and the rest of her feet look wonderful. The twins are growing well, a bit skinnier than the single calves, but sturdy and healthy. Peggy’s broken leg has completely healed and she runs with the other calves with ease.

Welcome summer!

Lucy’s Limp

This past October, Lucy came up limping. I was able to walk her from the Mountain field all of the way back to the working area and administer a dose of LA300 antibiotic. Her limp cleared up after a few days, she went back to the herd and all was well. Until last Friday morning when I fed the cows grain to check on everyone, again in the Mountain field.

Lucy stayed behind in the woods which is always telltale sign something is wrong. I went to find her and she struggled to stand, her limp was back, much worse than before. As I took a closer look at Lucy’s feet, her back hooves were long, crossing over each other and she was putting her weight on the back edge of her foot. To make the situation even more complex, she had a 6 week old calf at her side, an age that is too old to be easy and too young to be on her own for long.

The next day, we used the dart gun to administer 16cc of Draxxin in the hopes of getting Lucy stable enough to walk to the working facility. Two days later, she could walk, although slowly and still with a pronounced limp. After calling the vet to schedule a farm visit, we moved the whole herd back to the South field to facilitate separating out Lucy and her calf. Then we moved the pair through the Backyard field and finally up and into the corral. Poor Lucy was ready for a rest after the hike.

I was very worried about this cow’s prognosis. Her hooves were obviously longer than normal and curled, but the limp had developed very quickly. One day she was fine and the next day, she could hardly move. If Lucy’s case was terminal, I had no idea how I was going to raise her 6 week old heifer.

Dr Pat Comyn arrived with his son Daniel, a student in Virgina Tech’s veterinary program, trailering the bovine tilt table. What a lucky young man, on the job training with hands-on experience to supplement this spring’s online university classes.

Before I had even moved Lucy into the alleyway, Pat took one look at her feet and said, “She has corkscrew claw.”. He explained that Corkscrew Claw is a genetic trait that causes hooves to curl and grow down and around the bottom of the hoof. This condition can contribute to a variety of other foot issues such as foundering, abscesses and lameness. There is no permanent cure, but with care and maintenance, Lucy would be able continue as a herd cow.

With Lucy inside the unit, Pat and Daniel strapped her to the table and tilt it up. Then they chain all four hooves down to immobilize her.

The look on Lucy’s face as she found herself lying on her side, strapped to the table with all four feet dangling in mid air was priceless.

With Lucy securely on the table and somewhat calm, Dr Comyn was able to take a closer look. She had been favoring her right rear leg the most and just above her hoof line, Pat saw an abscess. An abscess can develop quickly and is terribly painful which is why poor Lucy went from feeling fine to barely being able to move in a day’s time.

Abscess just above the hoof line

Her two front hooves needed trimmed and shaped, but were not as in bad condition as the rear hooves. Daniel started work on the front feet using a hoof trimmer and an electric grinder to clean out the crevices and remove excess hoof material.

Lucy’s back hooves were in terrible shape, long, curled and folding from the sides down and underneath the hoof. Dr Comyn worked on these with grinders, knives and nippers. Pieces of hoof were flying everywhere!

All the while that Lucy was getting her feet worked on, her little heifer waited patiently in the working area. She is a beautiful calf, dark red coat and very spunky.

After a lot of work, Lucy’s feet were steadily beginning to resemble a normal cow’s hoof again instead of the pointed elf feet.

Dr Comyn turned his attention to the abscess, which had blown out of at the top of Lucy’s hoof. The spot was still seeping and soft to the touch compared to the rest of her hoof.

After reshaping the hooves but before cleaning the abscess, Pat fit a protective pad to the good half of Lucy’s back right foot. He filled the pad with epoxy, warmed it with a heat gun and then stuck it on to the inner hoof. The pad raises Lucy’s foot off of the ground enough to let the side with the access heal before Lucy fully walks on it.

As Pat cut away the hoof, the path of the abscess was exposed. He opened the path up enough to completely drain the infection, ease the pressure and also promote healing by preventing the area from closing and becoming reinfected.

Soon, all four of Lucy’s feet were beautifully trimmed, tapered downward, smooth on the bottom and ready to support a 1400lb cow. Lucy will need an annual trim to keep the corkscrew growth from returning and to hopefully prevent any further abscesses.

Because the condition is hereditary, Dr Comyn suggested genomic testing for our herd for corkscrew claw. Knowing which of my girls have the gene will enable me to make an informed decision about which heifers to keep or sell. In addition, using bulls with good foot structure will help keep the condition from being passed along to the calves. Thankfully, Shane’s feet seem to be fine.

In spite of the short trim and green slipper on her back foot, Lucy looked amazingly more comfortable as soon as she regained her composure after the exiting the tilt table. Her gait was nearly normal, the limp almost gone and her calf very happy to be reunited with mama.

I will keep the pair in the Backyard field for a few days to make sure all is well before returning them to the main herd. So nice to see a happy, flat-footed Lucy!

Happy Mother’s Day

Today, as part of our traditional Mother’s Day weekend, Shane returned to the farm. The ladies and his group of babies from this spring, all gathered to welcome him home.

While the cows and Shane were getting reacquainted, I put some sweet feed in the creep feeder trough. Scarlet’s twins are doing well but seem to be a bit thinner than the single calves. We set up a area in the field to allow the smaller calves access to supplemental feed. Obviously, all of the little calves have figured out the entrance and are hooked on the sweet grain. Pearl, who is 14 months old, looks on longingly from the outside. By design, she and the other older heifers are too big to fit through the doorway.

Of course, there is always that one steer in the crowd who takes advantage of the situation by standing on everyone else’s food.

I just love how the baldy babies look so much like their mama’s!

Happy Mother’s Day!!

Catching a swarm

My two bee hives came through the mild winter very strong. Over the past two weeks, they have started swarming, with three of the swarms landing on fence posts near my apiary. We managed to notice and catch all three swarms.

During today’s swarm and capture, I took some videos because the whole process happened while we were watching. The first part of the video shows the group of swarming bees coming out of the hive and gathering around the opening. Then the bees leave the hive and gather on a nearby post. Somewhere in the middle of the worker bees is the queen. As the bees wait on the post, surrounding and protecting the queen, scout bees are sent out to look for a new home.

I scoop up handfuls of the docile bees and drop them into the hive box but the only bee that matters is the queen. If I get her into the box, then the workers will follow. And once the workers go into the hive box, the scouts will return and go inside too. Then the whole group will decide that the hive box is a good new home, so they will stay. The queen will start laying eggs and the workers will go out to gather pollen and store honey.

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Spring Cattle Day

Monday was the day we worked our entire cattle herd, 20 cows and 9 calves. The perfect timing for this event is four weeks after the last calf is born and two weeks before the bull arrives. This year I was close, our youngest calf was born 12 days ago and Shane will arrive on Mother’s Day. Nothing like a big, red bull to make Mother’s Day special for my ladies. There is always a lot to accomplish ahead of cattle day, beginning with scheduling a farm call with Dr Amanda and creating my spreadsheet.

The cows that had calves this spring needed two vaccinations, one for respiratory disease protection and Alpha-7 to protect against a variety of diseases including blackleg. The five oldest heifers would be given pregnancy checks after spending 6 weeks with Shane last fall, an Alpha-7 shot and a respiratory vaccination that is safe for bred cows. Our four youngest heifers would receive the same vaccinations as the cows. All nine calves would get ear tags, a respiratory vaccine, covexin-8, a pour-on dewormer and finally, the three bull calves would become steers.

These following pics are from last year but they show the setup of our corral, crowding area and working pens. Below is the corral, the green gate at the bottom right is where the cows come in from the Front field. About 30 minutes before the vet arrives, we drag in the trough with sweet feed to bring all of the cattle into the corral.

Then we begin moving them into the crowding area, separating the first group to be worked into the working pens. The green gate to two small working pens is on the right side.

The crowding area and gate to the working pens.

As I gather cattle in the smaller pens, I use the gates and wood walls to flow the cattle around, separating them as needed. When we built this facility, Bill and I added a person gate for convenience and as an escape route. Things can get dicey with multiple large cows, a difficult cow or a set of rambunctious calves in such a small space.

The large green gate to the working pens and on the left side, the small grey escape gate.

After a couple of rainy days, the morning was cool and breezy but thankfully dry. The crowding pen was a mud pit, complete with puddles and standing water in the hoof prints. Everyone would have to take extra care not to slip and fall.

Wet and muddy crowding area the morning we worked the cattle.

Dr Amanda was scheduled to arrive 9am and there was much to get done before she arrived. I configured the gates for moving the cattle while Bill greased the headgate and chute doors. The cows, particularly Bella, noticed the activity especially when I drove the mule to the Mountain field to gather a second trough. When TA arrived around 8:30, the whole herd was gathered by the gate, moo’ing with anticipation.

Before starting the process, the three of us reviewed the plan and our roles. The whole herd would be brought into the main part of the corral. Then we would attempt to move the 9 calves into the working pen so we could start the day with them. With the calves separated, we would move the cows and heifers into the crowding area. The five bred heifers would be worked after the calves and followed by the cows.

My role is to move and sort the cattle in the crowding area and working pens, and I put the ear tags on the calves. Bill and TA help move the cows around the crowding area, especially when a certain one has to be sorted out. Bill is in charge of the head gate and squeeze panel while TA moves the animals through the alleyway and is the tailsman, he holds up the tails of the bulls during castration so they don’t kick Dr Amanda.

We opened the gate to the field and the cattle rush into the corral began. As I poured the grain in the trough, out of the corner of my eye I noticed Willow walking into the front yard. Wait…What? Oh no, the large gate to the front yard was open. I had forgotten to hook the latch after bringing in the second trough. Images of 29 cows running wild all across the property flashed through my mind. Thankfully, TA closed the gate keeping the other cows in the corral while I grabbed a bucket of feed. Willow, still as tame as a dog, followed me around the yard to the smaller gate and calmly walked back inside the corral. By now, Bill was calling from the front field where four of the girls had balked at the gate into the corral. TA headed out the back of the barn to come up behind them while I refilled the grain bucket, again. With just five minutes to spare, we finally had the whole herd inside the corral.

Willow’s escape gate to the front yard..

The three of us took a minute to catch our breath, before moving on to the next task, separating the calves from the herd. Using the natural tendency of cows to turn and walk away from a person, we filtered the calves around the corral and into the crowding area. Our calves are all about two months old, and at this age will sprint ahead of their mama’s with youthful joy and curiosity. All 9 calves moved into the crowding pen along with just two cows. Willow, who was already there and Lucy, who was sticking tight to her 12 day old heifer.

9 calves with Willow and Lucy in the crowding area.

I opened the gate to the working pen while Bill and TA flowed the group in and closed the interior gates. Willow was kind enough to stay behind, but Lucy was still adamant about sticking close to her calf. She is such a wonderful mama!

9 calves and Lucy in the working pen.

Now, we were able to move the rest of the cows into the crowding area. Twenty full size cows and heifers made the crowding area seem, well, crowded. Our timing was good, the vet was just pulling down the lane.

A very crowded crowding area.

And so the cattle working began. I moved the calves into the alleyway one at a time, otherwise the one waiting always tries to turn around or squish through the bars. TA gently encouraged each calf into the chute where Bill caught them in the head gate. Then Dr Amanda vaccinates each one, castrates the bulls, and I give them each an ear tag. The spreadsheet is updated and the calf is let loose back into the corral.

Bull to steer – Bill at the headgate, TA as the tailsman and Dr Amanda performing the procedure.
Front view, the calves look so little in the chute.

All went smoothly until we got Bella’s little heifer moving into the chute, only to see her pop straight out of the head gate! I ran after her, got her turned around and headed back to the space beside the alleyway. Bill unlatched one panel from the side while TA, Amanda and I blocked her from escaping. With the side swung open, we shooed her back into the alley and this time, caught her in the head gate. Figures that Bella’s heifer was the rowdy one.

On the other side of the corral, the finished crew waits and watches while each calf goes through the process. Blue ear tags are the boys, green are the girls.

After the calves, I wanted to separate the five bred heifers into the working pen so Dr Amanda could check them for pregnancy. Four of the heifers went right in, but Reba balked. I let her wait until the first four were worked, then I tried again and finally got her into the working pen. All heifers are bred, 5 of 5! Shane is so conscientious with his work. In the midst of singing praises to Shane, Bill opened the head gate and Reba ran out, completely unvaccinated. Dang, our first fail. There was no way I could get her back into the chute. A 2 year old heifer is much different than a 10 week old heifer. We would have to vaccinate Reba with the dart gun or wait until fall.

When the herd of 20 cows took their turns, I had to make sure three were kept in the crowding pen and worked last. Two heifers, Annie and Rose’, are too young to be with the bull so they will stay in the Backyard field for the summer. And then there is Pippie, one of my “pet” cows who loves pats and scratches. Despite all of my efforts to heal Pippie, her condition has not improved at all. She has been on an anti-inflammatory for the last month, which has helped her mobility but hasn’t improved her body condition at all. Asking her to carry and raise another calf wouldn’t be right, she might not even survive the birthing process. So I will take my Pippie to auction some time in June and no doubt, I will cry.

On the left, Pippie and Rose’ (wearing her weaning ring) and on the right, Annie.

Annie, Pippie’s calf from last May was fathered by the old bull and is Pippie’s only daughter, all of her other calves were bulls. Annie will be stay a member of our herd and Pippie’s blood line will continue for generations. The circle of life on the farm.

The cows, who are used to this process, flowed through the working area easily until Bella and Hazel. Bella is notorious for not going into the alleyway. She is way too familiar with me, and turns to face me instead of walking in the opposite direction when I approach her. I don’t fear Bella but neither do I completely trust her. Today, Bella happily followed a feed bucket as I led her through the alleyway. As soon as she committed, I quickly hopped over the panel because a bossy 1200lb cow can move faster than one might expect.

After Bella, came my baby Willow who is now old enough for a date with Shane. Willow walks through life at a leisurely pace, stopping to smell the roses on her way. She is a leader in the herd, and loves me to scratch her head and back. She is sweet, beautiful and my #1 heifer!

The last cow of the day was Hazel, one of our Braunvieh-Angus crosses. Hazel has always been a bit fearful of changing fields, flowing into the corral or turning into the alleyway. In the last pen, Hazel seized up and refused to turn down the alleyway. She balked every time I got her headed towards the opening. She did not try anything mean, but I was pushing her fairly hard to move and I ended up using the escape gate a couple of times. TA came in to lend a hand, then Bill joined and finally Dr Amanda was reaching in to give her tail a twist. Hazel kept balking, a 1200lb cow in very confined space with three humans kept my mind focused on safety. Then TA and Bill gathered a 8ft gate and used it to inch her toward the alleyway. She stood there, facing backwards until finally, after at least 5 more minutes of lots of coercing, Hazel spun around and headed into the chute. I fed her grain as Dr Amanda vaccinated her, hopefully giving Hazel enough good experience that next time will be easier. Dang cow!

Pretty but stubborn Hazel. She made Dr Amamda laugh!

With all of the mama’s reunited with their babies, the moo’ing subsided and the herd gathered next to the gate leading back to the Front field, knowing grass, water and peace are just an open gate away. Pippie, Annie and Rose’ headed in the opposite direction to the Backyard field, to form their own small herd.

Cows and calves finished with their vaccinations and waiting to be released to the Front field.

Our spring cattle working has been completed and I am satisfied with the success of the day. With the exception of Reba, my spreadsheet is filled with check marks, including late August delivery times for five bred heifers. And there are three newly minted steers in the Front field.

After working cattle through the chute and headgate, I always take the time to power wash the facility. Removing the caked on mud and manure from the metal makes everything last longer, there is enough normal wear and tear with just moving cows through. Honestly, if I were a cow, having a fresh chute for working day would make the event more pleasant.

Seemed like social distancing suddenly became important during the clean-up phase. My selfie with the sparkling clean head chute.

Rainy Sunday

My Dad and I have always shared an interest in researching and documenting his family’s history. With his help, I created a family tree for a highschool class project, documenting ancestors back to Germany and England in the early 1700’s. When my Dad downsized to an assisted living facility last year, I became the curator of his many bins of paper, photographs and books documenting our family history. Photographs are abundant in our family, going back many generations, including tin daguerreotypes. Over the past months on rainy days, I have worked on creating an improved family tree based on the extensive collection of photographs. One outcome is that my daughters will inherit the photographs in organized boxes by family surname. But also, working on this project has provided me many reasons to call and chat with my Dad, with questions about the ancestors, their homes and events as he is now the sole owner of these memories. I cherish each and every one of these phone calls.

On this rainy Sunday morning, I decided to go through my collection of old bibles and photo books.

One of the largest bibles has a section in the back featuring pages of black and white sketches, similar to an encyclopedia. I imagine in some families long ago, a large family bible was the only book was owned. These pages were probably used to add realism to the words and stories.

A small number of pages in these heavy books are colored and protected by a preceding page of tissue paper. Even after more than 100 years, the colors are still vibrant and in beautiful condition.

In one of the bibles, the center pages have been filled out in a beautiful, hand written script. The first page documents the young couple on their wedding day, my great-great grandparents on my Dad’s mother’s side. The following pages list some of the births and deaths within their lifetimes.

In addition to these family bibles, another old book handed down to me is a photograph book. Because of recently working on the family tree, I recognized a number of my ancestors in this photographs. But there are many more with no labels that will keep me busy trying to figure out their identities.

I have always been drawn to the photos of the children, all related to me in some manner. Looking on these young faces born so many years ago, I wonder about how their lives turned out, where they lived and what memories they made, all of which are now lost in time.

Almost every book in my collection has something tucked in amongst the pages. Going through the pages of the photograph book, I found pressed roses from a long ago event. Were they from a wedding or birthday or anniversary? The answer will never be known as no note was left on the enclosing paper.

Between the pages of one of the smaller small bibles was the program from a high school commencement in May, 19891. One of my great-great uncles, who was then 18 years old and most likely part of the graduation class, recited “The Soldier Of The Future”. Sadly, he died 4 years later. So there is another question for my father during our next chat, he will most likely remember the story of this uncle.

A morning well spent, reflecting on long ago family history and preserving the collection for my daughters and grandchildren.

Bill and I are working the entire cattle herd tomorrow, and I have many items still on my list to get done in preparation. Enough of the past, time to move forward to the present day. My great-great aunt Carrie, sister of the uncle above, would understand and be proud. She moved to Arizona as a young woman and lived her life running a cattle ranch.

Springtime

With the grass growing in leaps and bounds, we decided to move the majority of the herd to the Mountain field. Our cows love to change fields, especially this time of year. As they walked along the path from the south field, the mountain field came into view and the cows almost danced with joy. Spring was here! The daily feedings of hay had ended and the weekly field rotations through glorious grassy fields were beginning.

Left behind in the Backyard field were Pippie and Lucy. Pippie is still struggling with poor body condition and possible arthritis. I have her on pain medication which has made a tremendous improvement in her mobility. Hopefully, her physical condition will improve as well.

Lucy was still expecting her calf. Last year, she was the poor mama who’s calf got tangled up in the polywire and died. I still have nightmares of that morning. Lucy was so depressed last spring that she didn’t breed until late in the season. I waited and waited and waited for this last spring calf. Every day I walked out to the field to check on her progress, and everyday was disappointed.

And then last Wednesday morning, I sensed things were finally happening for Lucy. I watched her all day, sure that labor had started. By evening, just as the rain storm started, her water broke. With the temperature in the forties and the rain pouring down, I headed out every 45 minutes, flashlight in hand, to check on her. Finally at 10:30pm, the calf was safely on the ground. I had grabbed a calf coat and towels in case the baby was too cold to thrive, but was so relieved when just 20 minutes after birth, the calf was up and nursing. No doubt, Lucy had herself a little heifer.

Eight hours later, Lucy’s heifer was still wet from the rain but lively and nursing frequently. By the next day, she was fuzzy and happy, warmed by a sunny, spring morning.

With the last calf born, I scheduled our spring vet day to vaccinate the cows and calves, castrate the little bulls and give the calves their ear tags. I decided to spend a couple of hours on the computer updating my cattle records and generating the spreadsheet in preparation for working the herd. Suddenly, Bill came into the kitchen and announced, “We have a swarm! It’s large and on a fence post, close to the hives”. I gathered Hugo and headed to the garden shed. We haven’t captured a swarm in a few years, so I was excited. I put together a deep hive body box with 10 frames, a base, inner cover and telescoping cover. Because the swarm was hanging around a fence post, I also brought along a couple of bee brushes.

With Hugo tied to the mule, within view of the hives but a safe distance away, we positioned the hive box on the ground next to the post. And then, thankfully, Bill remembered to turn off the power to the electric fence. Trying to guess where the queen was, I used the bee brushes and my hands (with bee gloves on) to scoop up as many bees as possible and drop them into the box.

There were so many bees in the swarm, that even after I put thousands into the box, more remained on the post and in the air. However, when I stood back to watch their behavior, many of the bees were flying around and into the box, so I felt the queen was successfully and safely captured.

I checked back a couple of hours later to find no bees on the post and normal bee activity in and out of the new hive box. Success! I will check the frames in a few days to make sure the bees have built out the frames and the queen is busy laying eggs.

Nothing is more like spring on the farm than new calves and honey bee swarms!