The cows didn't want to come home. We thought with the recent snow and cold temperatures the eighteen head of cattle at one of our remote pastures in Gilmanton would be hungry and ready to move to a new pasture in Canterbury. At first, they followed two cows we led towards the temporary pen attached to the stock trailer. Sure they would be hungry we had put hay in the pen hoping they would be distracted by the hay as we closed the panels behind them. Once secure in the pen, we could load them in the trailer. The herd followed the two cows but about twenty yards from the pen, one particularly flighty purebred Angus cow named “Alice” stopped, looked around then bolted away. Of course, the rest of the herd followed.
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At the pressing party, each person took three to four-minute“shifts turning the crank that ground the apples into mush. Six bushels of apples waiting to be ground sat on the picnic table; there was a lot of grinding to do. After the grinding comes the pressing which squeezes the apples into cider. One more step, straining, and the DIY (Do It Yourself) cider was ready for sipping.
How can a magnet save a cow's life? Here's how. While our cattle were grazing in a leased pasture in Gilmanton, the farm owner replaced the barn roof by tearing off the existing roof and tossing shingles and nails next to the barn which is also the pasture. The owner cleaned up but may have missed a nail or two. Stepping on a nail is bad, but a bigger concern is that the cattle might eat a nail and get “hardware” disease.
The two calves tied in the feed bunker where hopelessly tangled. They were tied with quick release knots but these silly calves had twisted their ropes together making the quick release knots impossible to reach. They were in trouble and needed to be freed quickly.
When I'm getting my hair cut or I'm at the feed store I wonder if anyone will notice the mud on my boots or crusted dirt on my cargo pants. Cargo pants, with their many pockets, are regulation farm-wear for me. Before cargo pants, I frequently lost my cell phone, literally. It would slip out of its holder and hide in the grass, on silent ringer, lost, literally. One side pocket of my cargo pants holds my phone the other my knife and glasses. Every farmer needs to keep a knife handy and this farmer needs glasses. Extra pants pockets make all the difference.