Better

My back's a lot better. It got better a little bit each day since Monday. I'm about 80% back to normal now.
Yesterday Opal gave us 1 gallon of milk! Her milk is yellowish from all the good grass she's eating, all that beta carotene, and Ed and I think it must be about 5% butter fat based on the cream layer that rises to the top.

For breakfast I have eggs from our chickens and milk from Opal. I feel like Heidi. She was one of my favorite characters when I grew up. I always liked reading about her granfather's hut on top of the mountain, with fir trees surrounding it, and a view of the valley below. I've always wanted to go to Switzerland because of Heidi, to see the mountains for myself. Have's been there yet, but I do see them in my dreams at night, and I see beautiful meadows too, full of flowers...
Today I'm making Feta. Monday the CSA begins. We're ready for it.

Sun-Grass-Cow-Milk

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Pretty stiff

I threw out my back pretty badly. A couple of weeks ago, I thinned some carrots for two hours straight, and didn't stretch or anything, and my back was tight afterwards for a few days. But then it started to feel better. But last week was very stressful, and I could feel my back tightening again. Got a little worse every day until yesterday, I was trying to open up the greenhouse, and thinking "why is this so hard", and then my back locked right up. I've never had anything like this before, where it's so painful to do anything. I lay in bed the rest of the day yesterday, trying not to breathe too deeply... Today I can walk around and sit, and am generally feeling better, but still tight and painful. Sneezing or coughing are the worst. I guess I'd better start taking care of myself a little more. Have not been doing anything other than working and worrying lately. Lots of stuff needing attention - the farm, the cows, and the family, and I'm caught in the middle of it all.

My good friend S. came over today and she said that life is not supposed to be easy and pleasant all the time. She said our generation has been sold a lie as to how we're supposed to be happy all the time. She made me laugh (which was painful on my back), and I am grateful to her for reminding me of that.

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Milk!

We got two and a half liters (quarts) of milk from Opal yesterday. Her milk is good and beautiful with a thick layer of pale yellow cream on top. I am very grateful to her. Drinking her milk makes me more aware of the amazing process through which sunlight is converted to grass, which is eaten by a cow and converted to milk, which then nourishes our bodies. It seems like a few simple steps: sunlight-cow-human, and I see this process happen right in front of my eyes, and yet, it is amazing verging on the miraculous, and I doubt I’ll ever understand.

Yesterday I was feeling quite fragile. Ed and I had had a hard time the night before, and it affected me emotionally and physically. I had a busy day harvesting and selling, all the while feeling shaky. At night I had supper alone, while Ed and the girls were at karate. I could see the cows grazing and playing outside. At one point, Olive, the calf, started running and jumping from one end of the pasture to the other. It looked like she was having so much fun, she’d just run as fast as she could, bucking once in a while. Her mother, Opal, grazed and watched, and Jasmine, who’s still a calf herself, joined in running with Olive once in a while. It struck me that whatever it is that makes Olive run so joyfully, that’s the stuff that we need to reconnect with inside ourselves. She was just running for pure joy, and it gave me hope to see her that and realize that we all have that spark inside of us.

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Olive

Opal had her calf last Monday night around 8pm. She had a little heifer we named Olive. The birth went very well, quick and easy. The excitement really started afterwards, because she gave birth in the open pasture and we had to move her and the calf to the barn. As soon as she gave birth, Opal’s instincts kicked in as if a switch had been activated. She became super vigilant, and being out on pasture, exposed, she was very anxious about the smallest movemets. The cats were driving her crazy moving through the tall grass, and they were drawn to the birth site and kept coming towards her. The other problem was that the when the baby stood and started walking around, she didn’t know anything about the electric fence and kept walking into it getting zapped. At one point she got on the other side of it and Opal was getting frantic. In addition, Ed and I had not seen the baby nurse, and we had read that it was best if she got colostrum in the first 2 hours after birth, so we were worried that with all the stress of the open pasture, the cats, and the electric fence, it was making it harder for both mother and calf to nurse.

So at around midnight, we decided to move everyone into the barns at the other end of the field. We moved Jasmine first with no problem. She had been with Opal throughout the birth, and we knew that they’d get stressed if separated. When we got to moving Opal, Ed picked up the calf and we thought about putting the lead rope on Opal, but then we decided not to, thinking that she’d just follow wherever her calf was being taken. This is not how it happened.

We took a few steps and Opal walked nicely with us. Then she bolted and all we could see was her behind, running surprisingly fast for one who’s just given birth, between the carrot beds and the apple trees, udder swinging from side to side. Ed said that things were going from bad to worse, here we were in the pitch dark, with a newborn calf and a loose cow frantically running across the fields, possibly getting hurt. Fortunately we did not panic for too long, because we walked to the barn with Olive still in Ed’s arms, and there was Opal waiting at the barn door.

Things got much better once everyone was in the barn. Opal and Olive settled in one stall, and Jasmine in the other. We still did not see Olive nurse, and Ed we tried putting her on the teat, which didn’t work, and eventually we went to bed exhausted, but at least knowing that everyone was safe in the barn.

It was around 1:30 when we went back to the house, and I slept until next morning at 6:30, but Ed heard the wind pick up during the night, and it was blowing strong at around 3:30am, so he got up to tie the chicken coops to the ground so that they would not be blown away (happened in the past).

The next day, we still had not seen Olive nurse, so we ended up milking a little colostrum from Opal and giving it to Olive in a bottle. This was not easy. Opal was very cooperative, but Olive was not. She did not want to drink and the whole thing was a struggle. I was not too worried because Olive looked good and perky. Ed and I called some people more experienced with cows that we are, and they said that Olive is probably nursing when we are not there, otherwise she’d be bleating and looking weak. Finally, that night, while I was out voting at a town meeting, Ed saw Olive nurse, and after that we were much relieved.

Now, we’ve been trying to milk Opal since Friday. At first we tried in the stanchion and it was a mess, she was trying to get out and was very stressed about her baby who was in and out of sight. Her eyes were rolled up in her head – not an ideal state for milking. Later, we tried milking in the open pasture, which went much better as far as Opal being comfortable. But we barely got any milk. We milked again yesterday and got maybe 1.5cups in all. Today a friend is coming to show us how he milks. We’ll see how much he gets. It feels like Opal has a lot, but I think maybe our milking technique is not good, and maybe she’s not letting down for us. Or maybe it’s too early to expect a lot, like, 1 quart, for example? We’re on the step part of the learning curve, obviously.

The vegetables are mostly doing well. But the flea beetles are bad this year, and I’m worried about the kale. They’re on it, and on the collards, and making a mess of both of them. I have a second planting of kale which I will put in a different part of the field. And I ordered a special cover which is supposed to protect against flea beetles, and I plan to put it on the kale. I do hope it works because it was very expensive. I feel that we need to do all we can to save the kale, since its popularity has increased dramatically in the past two years, and now everyone wants it.

The flea beetles are beginning to go on the eggplants too, but we’ll cover them after we transplant them this week, and hopefully that will stop any damage.

Carrots, beets, chard, peas, strawberries, lettuces, spinach and tomatoes are all looking good.

Here are some pictures:
First time we saw Olive nurse, a great relief.

 Olive and Opal

Aiyana with one of Cutiepie's chicks

 Sena and Aiyana homeschooling

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New chicks

Sena and Aiyana have 3 hens and a rooster which they’ve saved from the soup pot, and are now fully responsible for. This spring, they let one of the hens, Cutiepie, sit on eggs, and this week, 3 out of 7 eggs hatched. The first chick died because he somehow fell out of the nest and could not get back under his mother. But the other two are doing well, and Sena and Aiyana are very excited. They check on the hen and her chicks many times during the day, making sure that they have all they need, and that nobody falls out. We built up their nest too, so it’s a little safer, and so far so good. Here's Cutiepie with one of her new chicks:

The cows are now in a pasture close to the house, and I can see them from the kitchen window. I love taking a peek at them every once in a while as work in the kitchen. Before this, they were on a pasture towards the back of the property, where we could not see them from the house. I like it much better now.

My cheddar came out really well. I aged it for 4 weeks and then tasted it, and we all agreed that it was too bland. I put it back in the “cave”, which is actually my root cellar, and let it age another two weeks. When I took it out, my expectations were pretty low, but the girls loved it, and ed and I agreed that it tasted like “cascaval”, a tasty cheese they make in Romania. I had to add a little salt, because the recipe called for too little, but other than that I am very happy with my cheddar. I am in the process of making another wheel, this time three times larger. Sena and Aiyana are pretty picky about cheddar. We’ve tried a lot of different types from the grocery store, and the one they like is Cabot, which I agree tastes good, but it’s not organic and I don’t trust their practices and the integrity of the ingredients that go into the cheese. So I am relieved that they like my cheddar even better, and that we won’t have to buy Cabot anymore. I thought the chances of that happening were pretty low…

Everything outside looks beautiful. Spring is a magical time of transformation that takes place right before our eyes. Everything is fertile and new life and growth are everywhere. Right now there are tiny bright green leaves on the trees, and the apples and peaches blossoms are about to open. The grass is growing quickly, which makes the cows happy. Many different birds call from morning till night, and bees and butterflies fly all over the field. When I can stop and pay attention to all this, and for a moment get over myself with my worries and fatigue, it feels so beautiful and real and mysterious that it’s almost too much to bear.

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