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TurkeyCrest Farm is our platform for outdoor living. The primary activity on the farm is raising a herd of beef cattle. We restored the 1799 vernacular farmhouse and continuously work to improve the surrounding pastures and woodlands.
Before we drove the posts for the fence project, one huge walnut tree stump had to be removed. Mowing around it was such a chore and removing all of the weeds nearly impossible so we decided to dig it up before installing the new fence.. Next to the stump was a wood shed we had built to hold wood for the fire pit. I knew there were a couple of groundhog holes around the shed and stump but had not seen any activity this spring.
After a few minutes of stump digging, the wood shed was clearly in the way and had to be moved. At about this moment, Bill mentioned that he had seen something run out from under the woodshed towards the herb garden. We proceeded to load the pile of wood from the shed into the tractor bucket and move it to the tobacco barn. After 4 trips, the wood pile was almost gone when I noticed sometime behind the few remaining logs. I poked at the small furry ball and out ran a young groundhog. Her mama was what had caught Bill’s attention running from the shed when the digging began.
Looking for a place to hide, the little groundhog buried her head under a random piece of wood left lying in the grass. Apparently believing that if she couldn’t see me, then I couldn’t see her. LOL!
As I reached toward the small critter, she peeked out curiously from behind the piece of wood. I just love groundhogs, with their bottle brush tails and piggy ears.
The best nickname that I have ever heard for a groundhog is Whistle Pig. Just give a whistle to these brown, furry pigs grazing in a field and they pop up to listen.
Tired of my company, off she ran to look for her Mama and a more secure place to hide.
I was amazed at how this groundhog blended in with the dirt, stone and roots, perfectly camouflaged. She is standing at about 11:0, close to the center of the photo. No doubt, this cute little critter has reunited with her Mama and they have found a new home somewhere in our backyard field.
The fencing project that I have been looking forward to getting done finally began this past week.
Over the winter, we used the drone to help plan the project. Using aerial views over the backyard, we planned where to run the high tensile wire fence and the best spots for placing gates. The aerial view of the cattle working facility was especially useful in deciding how to enlarge the crowding pen for the cattle. After printing a photo of each location, I recorded the distances between the straight runs of fence after we measured the perimeters. From this, we calculated the necessary number of fence posts, gates posts and braces for the project.
On July 1, MWP (our local wood store), delivered the piles of posts and boards:
45 – 7ft 5-6inch posts for the high tensile fencing around the back yard field and to redesign the cattle working area
29 – 8ft 5-6inch faced posts to replace the corral fence
5 – 8ft 6-7inch posts for five new gates
50 – 16ft pine fence boards
Of course, no project on the farm is at all straightforward. Before any fencing could begin, all of the old board fence and posts from around the corral had to be removed. As each board and post came down, every nail had to be pulled out. No nails sticking out of wood is a good safety precaution but also if we decide to burn the boards, nothing in the burn pile will be an issue for tires or hooves. This chore took a couple of days to complete and interfered mostly with Sundance’s living quarters. For the duration of the corral work, I set up Sundance with a suitable arrangement in the barn and front field.
Another pre-job job was removing a gigantic walnut tree stump that was along the new fence line in the back yard. Once the fence was in place, the stump would be impossible to remove. This one stump took almost two days to completely dig up. Bill filled and smoothed the area under the fence line. Later this month, I will use the smaller tractor to grade the remaining debris and dirt.
We decided to rent the post hole pounder for just one day, so spent the day before measuring and marking the position of each post with marking paint and then laying out each post in position. When we fenced the Mountain Field, we also marked post locations but used the hopper on the machine to carry a load of posts. Given the tight quarters and terrain of this job along with having only one day to complete, I felt laying out the posts ahead of time made sense. The effort involved to lift a post out of the hopper or to lift one up from the ground is similar … exhausting either way.
As soon as MWP opened their doors, we picked up Post Hole Pounder #4, the same one we used last year. We started the day working on the corral, putting in the faced 3/4 posts. Because this would be a board fence and the perimeter size unchanged, these posts were set in the same holes where the old ones had been. Immediately we struggled with getting the posts pounded in vertically, keeping the faced sides flat to the inside of the corral. Most of the posts wanted to twist. Towards the end of setting the 29 corral posts, we decided to stop using Pounder #4 and set the remaining 6 by hand. We were both frustrated and ready to move on to the round posts waiting for us in the backyard field. From a timing standpoint, I was pleased that we finished most of the corral by noon and then happy day … our friend and farm sitter showed up with lunch for us! Wonderful friends like her make life so sweet.
After a 30 minute break for lunch, we turned our focus to the 45 round posts along the Backyard field. The majority of these went in smoothly and predictably, only a couple missed vertical because of hitting rocks. We ended the day by setting the gate and brace post to fence in the barnyard. The day was a long one but we powered through, pounding in that last post at 7pm. Done!!
Every spring, we bring the whole herd to the front field so the cows can be worked through the alleyway and squeeze chute in the corral. Each cow receives a multi-purpose vaccination, fly spray, a deworming pour-on and an eye check for pink eye. Everything proceeds a lot smoother when the process is well planned because the cows usually create some type of chaos on their own. This spring, in addition to the 17 cows, we had to deal with Shane the bull and 7 calves.
The day began around 6:30am, mostly because of the hot, humid weather and looming rain clouds, although I generally believe that cattle move easier in the mornings. The first task is to complete setting up the corral by moving 6 panels in place, creating a crowding pen on one side of the head gate and a release area on the other. We greased the levers, sliding door and gathered the vaccinations, pour-on, gloves, disinfectant, cattle prods, ear tags, and buckets of sweet feed. Bella heard us and knew something was happening, so soon the whole herd was standing by the gate, moo’ing in anticipation. I opened the gate from the front field to the corral, and led the cows in with a bucket of feed. All of the cows and calves came running, except for three cows and Shane. Gilley and the 2 Braunvieh heifers balked at the gate, turned and ran back to the field. Shane, who never runs anywhere, meandered with his slow, deliberate pace into the corral. We tried a couple of times to get three stragglers to follow without any luck, finally deciding to proceed without them. Inside the corral, I used another bucket of feed and a cow stick to gently guide Shane back the the front field so he would be out of the way. Nothing is worse than working cows with a bull hanging around just getting in the way.
Bev, my friend and neighbor, agreed to lend a hand this morning. A few seasons ago, I created a spreadsheet to track the tasks and details of the working sessions. Bev’s job was to make sure everything was done for each particular cow in the chute, and then to check off each item on the chart. She would also be very helpful in sorting the cows, calves and managing gates. I told her we would just need her help for about an hour.
I made sure the vaccinations, sprays, disinfectant, pens, gloves and checklist were all setup on a table next to the head gate and the reviewed through the pre-job planning one last time. Before working cows, I always remind myself of a piece of advice told to me by a good friend who helped us with our first cattle, “If you want to work cows fast, work them slow”. Already annoyed that two cows and a calf were left in the Mountain field, and 1 old cow and two heifers were hanging out in the Front field, I took a breath and focused on being in the moment.
Separating out 2-3 at a time, I moved cows and calves from the crowding pen into the bud box, down the alleyway and into the head gate. All of the adult cows have been through this many times and know the drill, some a little too well. Bella in particular, is much too opinionated with the whole procedure. Being part Charolais and as tame as a dog, she is nearly impossible to move through until she decides to go. At least three time, Bella pushed me with her head, with enough intent to get me scrambling up the wall just in case she was serious. When most of the other cows were done, Bella finally agreed to get moving and went into the head gate.
The calves are a whole other experience all together. This group of babies ranged in age from 4 weeks to 5 days old, and this was their first time through the process. I adjusted the alleyway so no one could turn around and run back into the bud box. To keep a calf moving, I stuck close behind them with my hands on their back and their back legs touching to me as I guided them through the alleyway. Being close prevents any kicking from hurting me too much. This group did well, everyone stayed fairly orderly and calm. When the time came to work on Annie, Pippies’ 5 day old heifer, Bill and I just went into the bud box and held her against the boards. She was much too little to go through the head gate.
This month old little bull voiced his displeasure with the whole process. Funny, but he does not realize that his next trip through the head gate will not be so pleasant. We will make steers out of these little bulls later this summer.
Two of the spring calves missed getting their respiratory immunization within a day or so of birth so I gave each their dose. This is an easy one, just a little liquid in each nostril.
Bill took a course where he learned and practiced giving injections to cattle and has been certified under the Beef Quality Assurance program. Taking the course is on my to-do list, but for now there is no rush. Bill gives all of our cows and calves their injections, and is very good at it.
As much as I would love to keep everything single cow (except Crazy Heidi), our herd has a maximum size based on the amount of pastures on the farm, and choices have to be made. I was fortunate to find a neighboring family who was starting their own cattle herd and sold them Patty, Josie and their calves. I bought Patty as a year old heifer and Josie was my first calf born at TurkeyCrest. I will miss these ladies but they will live on a great farm and will be well cared for by these folks.
As we sorted the cattle this morning, I kept Patty, Josie and their two calves in the crowding pen so they could hang out in the corral after going through the chute. Later in the day, we loaded them into the trailer and they were off to join their new herd.
After all of the other cows were finished, we opened the gate and let the herd return to the Front Field. The three hold outs and Shane were happy to see them again. Of course, Bella and her heifer, Pearl were last to leave. Those Charolais cows are so opinionated.
My one hour estimate that I gave to Bev was a bit optimistic. We finally finished a solid three hours after first bring the herd into the corral. And poor Bev had cow manure splatter all over her, the same as me and Bill. Good thing she is a cowgirl at heart.
Taking Bev’s hand-written sheet from the morning’s work, I filled in the boxes for each cow and calf. Except those cows with the X’s in their row, the spring working day went well. No one was injured, all of the cooperating cattle have refresh immunization and the 2019 calves have their first calf-sized ear tags. Job well done.
In preparation for working the cows, which is somewhat comparable to a semi-annual inspection and tune-up, this past Sunday we enlisted the help of two friends to move our herd from the Mountain field to the South field. The preparation began with an hour of setting up a temporary alley between the two fields using step-in posts and polywire. Then I hooked up the feed trough to the hitch on the Kawasaki Mule, to entice Shane and the ladies with sweet feed. All was proceeding smoothly until I realized that Patty and her 5 day old calf were not with the herd gathering at the gate. Setting out on foot to search the 20 acre field, I finally found them in the shade of a group of trees at the complete other end of the pasture, ugh. The calf jumped up and decided to have a meal. When he finished nursing, I started the slow walk back to the gate with Patty and her little bundle of joy leading the way.
By the time I reached the rest of the herd near the gate, Crazy Heidi and her side kick Billie, were growing antsy and wary. Sure enough, as soon as the gate was opened to start the procession to the South Field, Heidi took off in the opposite direction with Billie and Billie’s calf in tow. There was nothing to do except continue moving the majority of the herd through the alley way. After getting 17 cows, 6 calves and one bull safely to the South Field, we returned to the Mountain Field to try and convince Crazy Heidi and Billie and the calf to follow the herd.
Fast forward 2.5 hours. Four adult humans were completely exhausted and three cows were (again) running down the length of the field. The weather was hot and humid and after so much chasing, I worried the calf was being pushed too hard. To the relief of everyone involved, we decided to throw in the flag. These three bovines were going to stay in the Mountain Field until being reunited with the herd in a few days.
Originally, the plan was to work the herd in about a week. But my quarter horse Sundance was coming back to the farm over the weekend. Sundance’s run-in is located at one end of the corral where the cattle working area is as well. I wanted to get the cattle out of his corral and returned to the Dixon Fields as soon as possible. So yesterday, we continued toward the goal of working the cattle by again moving the herd, this time to the Front Field, which borders the corral.. As with the all of our pasture moves, step one is to set up temporary posts and polywire to connect the two fields.
The cows hear the click, click, squeal of the polywire being unrolled and gather excitedly by the gate, waiting to move to greener pastures. The flies are just tormenting poor Patty and Gilley, our black angus cows. One primary reason we work the cows this time of year is to administer a pour-on wormer, wipe their faces and spray them with fly repellent. I tried fly ear tags a number of years ago and was not a fan of them. Besides not keeping down the number of flies, the cows are always batting their eyes with their ears, and those medicated tags would hit their eyes. I haven’t used them since.
I opened the gate, pulled the trough through the alleyway and the whole herd followed, cows and calves and Shane the bull.
Halfway across the alleyway, Josie realizes that she has lost track of her calf. She stops, looks around for her, lets out a “follow me” moo, then continues to the new field.
And along comes Josie’s little white-faced heifer.
The original part of the farm house on TurkeyCrest dates to the late 1700’s, with later additions in the early and mid 1800’s. We have renovated/restored the house over the past ten years, and have finally begun work on the final phase of landscaping. Around both sides of the house were stone “walls”. Piles of stones, centuries ago cleared from the adjoining fields, formed two informal low walls, each about 3 ft high and 40 ft long. The randomness of the stones made lawn mowing treacherous, gave too nice a home for snakes and by mid-summer was covered with weeds. This final project began with using the piles of stone collected by previous generations of farmers to build proper walls around the back sides of the house. Using the existing stones to rebuild the walls had the added benefit that the walls matched the stone chimneys of the house.
On the south side of the house, every shovel of dirt and loose stone that was overturned seemed to expose a bit of history. Long ago, there must have been a structure in this spot, maybe an outhouse or shed where broken items were thrown.
I was surprised at how clearly visible even the small pieces of pottery and china were after being buried in dirt for so long. The regular shape of the metal items helped them stand out from the randomness of the rocks. Trying to match the larger pieces of pottery into their original crock shapes will make good winter day puzzles!
Yesterday I had a full day scheduled, beginning with exercising my horse, returning borrowed toddler cots to a friend, getting to an appointment at 9am in a neighboring town, taking a riding lesson at 1pm and then mowing fence lines before the day ended. Getting an early start, at a little before 7am, I headed out to the mountain field with one bucket of medicated mineral and one of sweet grain for the main herd. This year, I had decided to try to manage the flies through the cow’s mineral supplements and wanted to get them started on it. Hearing the sound of my 4-wheel mule, the herd came running to the troughs, moo’ing with excitement at the prospect of sweet grain, also known as cracker jack.
As the cows jostled for position around the troughs, I heard a distant moo’ing coming from a far corner of the field. Instantly I realized that Pippie, who had been close to having her calf, was in labor. She had seen the other cows running, heard the cracker jack hit the trough and was moo’ing forlornly at being stuck in the corner of the field birthing a calf. My carefully scheduled day was in shambles.
Checking on Pippie, I found her in full labor with one hoof already presented. I guessed the calf would be on the ground within 30-45 minutes.
Since I had some time, I decided to head back to the barn, feed the other animals and let Sundance out to graze – exercising him would not happen today. After about 20 minutes, I was back to the Mountain field to be with Pippie. This time, I parked the mule outside of the fence and walked in so the other cows would not get excited, thinking I was back with more cracker jack. Pippie had not progressed as far as I expected, just that one hoof was still showing. Crossing my fingers, and saying a few prayers to the cattle gods, I had to wait almost ten more minutes before seeing the beautiful sight of a second hoof, pad down. Pippie started to alternate laying down, then standing up, each time the calf would present a little farther.
Then in a quick woosh, the calf was safely on the ground!
As all good cow mama’s will do, Pippie immediately jumped up and began licking her calf to dry it off and stimulate it to breathe and move.
Having watched many calves being born, to me the most endearing part is the soft moo’ing sounds that the cows make when cleaning their freshly born babies. A lot of this moo’ing also helps create the strong bond between the mama and her calf.
Typically, I let the pair have some time together so the calf can stand and nurse before bothering them to checking the calf’s gender, but today I had things to do. Pippie is one of the cows that I can touch, so as soon as she cleaned up the baby, I stepped in to check. Pippie gave me a moo and a look, but I whispered, “Just checking on what you had” and patted the side of her face. She stepped back, I lifted the calf’s leg … a heifer! Pippie’s first girl and another keeper since her father is not Shane.
I managed to barely get to my appointment on time, and accomplished everything on my list except for the mowing. Around noon, I checked on the calf again and found her standing and nursing, a strong, healthy little heifer. As with all of our newborns, I gave her an intranasal dose of Inforce3 vaccine to prevent respiratory disease.
Early last evening, we went back to the Mountain field so Bill could see the calf and to check on the pair one more time. Pippie’s little heifer was all curled up and napping in the tall, soft grass. Witnessing the amazing process of welcoming a new calf to the herd will never get old for me, each birth is a miracle of nature.
Yesterday, our pure bred, red angus bull named Shane came back to the farm. Shane is 7 years old, not too big, mostly calm and very reliable. And like any bull, Shane likes to do two things, eat grass and date the ladies. Some farmers leave their bulls in with the cows year round, but then calving can occur randomly. I prefer to give Shane a couple of months with the cows, then move him out, so my ladies will all be expecting within a 2-3 month window. This fall, three of my young heifers will be old enough to breed so I will put them with Shane later this year. For the first time, next year I will have both spring and fall calving seasons.
All of this coordination can be difficult to track, so I keep a farm calendar and journal to plan and document farm events including bull arrival/departure, calf births, vaccinations, pasture rotations, etc. Especially with the heifers, knowing the dates when their calves are expected is important. This year, I plan to have Shane with the cows during these months:
May 12 – Bull arrives and is in with main herd
July 24 – Bull Out
November 1 – Bull In with heifers
December 21 – Bull Out and leaves for the other farm
In between his work assignments here on my farm, Shane needs somewhere to hang out. From July to November, he will rest in our front field with a bred cow or a couple of steers for company. During his off season from TurkeyCrest, I am fortunate to have an arrangement with a neighboring friend and cattle farmer who use Shane for their herd. From December to May, he is trailered back to their farm to spend spring with their ladies for fall calving. The cows are happy to see him, and of course, moving day is high on Shane’s list as one of the best days of the year.