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.
We are proud to have the only local 100% grass-fed drinkable yogurt on the market today, but we want to know what you think of it. Click the yogurt image and follow the link to our survey. Let your voice be heard!!
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.
We were happy to find 2 new calves when we arrived home from our trip to Great Britain at the end of August (more about our journey later). Our fall calving season begins about the first of September as we do not like to have new calves born in the heat of summer. Every calving season brings it’s own challenges and freshening new heifers can be one of them. Click the calf image to read the entire post…
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.
One of our favorite food bloggers, Laurie Jesch-Kulseth, shares her recipe for making Homemade Cultured Butter with Cedar Summit Farm 100% grass-fed cream. Thank you, Laurie!
Click the image for links to this amazing recipe and more.
For the third year in a row, Cedar Summit Farm will be open to the public on Saturday, July 20 for free tours as a participant in the Eat Local Farm Tour. Dave will be leading the tours and available for all your questions. We are looking forward to seeing you there! Click the title for more info and to download a tour guide.
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.