It may seem strange, but I have been involved with dairy cows all my life. My parents said that they kept me in a pen in the barn as a toddler, so I wouldn’t fall in the manure gutter or get kicked by a cow while they milked or fed the herd. I’m sure I was there as an infant too. I grew up helping them with milking, feeding and tending to the calves.
We have many challenges when the temps are this low, especially when wind chills are minus 50 degrees. With their heavy hair coats, the cows and pregnant heifers seem to do just fine, as long as they are kept dry. Click the image to read the entire story.
Winter preparations for the livestock begin about mid October. The water supply to the pastures must be turned off early enough so the cows empty the tanks on the last rotation through the paddocks. Click the image to read the entire story…
With the shorter days of Autumn, the morning milking crew gets to sleep in a little longer, as the cows don’t have to walk far to get to the milking parlor. A dark colored cow is very difficult to see on a moonless morning long before daybreak. We try to keep a good supply of flashlight batteries on hand. Click the image to read the entire blog entry.
Dave’s mother and father, Georgina Alice Simon and Valentine Jaroslav Minar were married in St. Wenceslaus Catholic Church in New Prague on October 17, 1938. Click the image to read an excerpt from Jean’s memoir, and learn what life was like during the early days of Cedar Summit Farm.
Sweet corn season always brings back a memorable childhood experience. In the late 1940′s my father grew a large field of sweet corn under contract for the Green Giant Company, on a farm that he owned on the edge of New Prague. My mother’s brother, Uncle Henry, was a field supervisor for Green Giant at the time. His job included scheduling the planting and harvesting of sweet corn fields.
Before the advent of sweet corn harvesters, Green Giant hired large groups of Jamaican seasonal migrant workers to hand harvest the corn. The workers were housed and fed in a housing unit that was provided at company headquarters in Montgomery.
Uncle Henry suggested to my parents that if they prepared a nice noon meal for the migrant workers that they would be very well paid with an excellent job of corn picking even in the afternoon heat. My Mother prepared a fried chicken dinner with all the trimmings including gallons of ice-cold real lemonade. I remember the 12 men napping under our trees after our noon dinner. Mother cleaned 15 chickens for the occasion and there were no leftovers.
What really sticks in my mind was their singing. It was the up-beat Caribbean-style music, like what we heard Harry Belafonte sing years later. Florence and I had traveled to the East Caribbean in subsequent years and heard their steel drums and singing. It brought back memories of that summer in the 40′s, and of the 12 migrant workers and their beautiful singing.
I remember Dad being impressed. There was not an ear of corn that they missed or left lying on the ground. Every ear found it’s way into the truck.
Yesterday was another one of those days that could be added to a list of “Strange Farm Happenings”. I was in the house frying up some burger for dinner, because Florence was working at the Creamery until six. My cell phone rang. It was John (our herd manager) frantically calling…
Hopefully the folks coming to Milkapalooza 2013 will see a smile on this old farmer’s face. It’s easy to smile in June with all the grass lush and green. Read more
Sure is nice to see that the snow is all melted (except where I piled it up with the tractor loader the last few months)! Seemed like a long brutal winter. Especially when I see the woodpile gone and not much hay left for the animals. We all hope for a nice warm rain to get the grass to grow. Read more
Was it a sign of an early spring? I hoped that the cardinal’s spring song I heard at daybreak outside our window was just that. The thermometer registered 1 degree below zero on that morning this past week and it was still February. One can only hope!
One of the first signs of spring at Cedar Summit Farm is the birth of new calves. A walk through the dry cow and heifer group showed many 2 year old heifers in bloom. There are many eminent birth signs to look for, one of them is that their udders are beginning to fill. Read more