Health Hero Farm

Here in the islands, we enjoy the annual migrations of various species of birds. When we heard that kestrels were observed hunting in one of our meadows, we mounted a special kestrel bird box near that field, in the hopes of supporting these littlest of falcons in North America. It’s a large box with the right size hole to attract a bird that nests in natural cavities. But wouldn’t you know it, we ended up with a starling family!

Nonetheless, we got our kestrels! Apparently, a couple decided that our barn’s outbuildings had just the right type of cavity for nesting. So fledgling kestrels, with adult colors, but still with bits of fluff, started showing up — hopping around our farm road and in the shop, where we work on equipment. The two kestrels in our shop we captured and relocated to our chicken run, where the cat wouldn’t be able to get them.

Amazingly, a parent was observed flying around inside the chicken run, which is not bird-proof around the roof. Although I fed the fledglings in the chicken run a little ground beef and offered a water dish, I think a parent was pitching in.

And then they were all gone without a trace… Happy hunting, little kestrels;-)

Why do we farm?

Well, there’s lots of reasons.  

But one of the best ones is getting to say good morning to the cattle, to interact with them and to witness their unremitting enthusiasm for grass.

Cattle are gentle and curious.  I was taking video of Ginkgo, trying to capture the movements of her tongue, as she uses it to grab grass and shear it off on her bottom teeth.  The rest of the herd gathered round to investigate and to say good morning.

After you enjoy watching the herd, take a closer look at the beginning of the video.  The tongue flashes out to the right and the left.  Rip/tear.  Rip/tear. Turn up the sound — just listen! There’s heavy breathing too.  The tongue resembles sandpaper, in a gooey kind of way, and enables rapid ingestion to fill that rumen.  Horses use their upper and lower incisor teeth to bite several blades of grass, tearing off the grass close to the ground.   But cattle don’t have upper incisor teeth, and they don’t graze so low to the ground as to hinder regrowth of the grass.  They fill their rumens (second of four stomachs) and then lie down to “chew the cud” for hours.

Join me in the pasture at this video link:  Good Morning Cattle!.  

Family came from South Carolina and Burlington to experience the eclipse with us and the cattle. We set the cattle up with ample hay in their feed wagon. But we had no idea how they would react. Would they go into the barn, thinking it was night? Would they panic and stampede? Would they moo in distress? Actually, none of that happened. There was some extra mooing and some mild anxiety. But otherwise, most continued to eat hay from the wagon and minerals from the cattle scratcher bin. Although it got darker at totality, it was never night.

This is how we feed out our hay from the last growing season! When the ground is frozen hard we arrange the bales in our hay field and let the cattle eat there — close to shelter and frost-free stock tanks in the large hoop barn. The bale rings keep the cattle from spreading the hay all over the ground to lounge on. We prepare the bales by removing the plastic wrap and the netting. We ensure orderly behavior with an electric wire that keeps the eager cattle away until we are ready to let them all in. The calves have to figure out how to get their share, when the competition outweighs them four to one.

Isn’t she a beauty!?! Her name is “Fence Jumper”. Every year she delivers a healthy calf to raise. She cleans, nurses and protects the calf. She is also a herd leader, quick to notice when it is time to move to new grass or to go to where we have bales of hay laid out for the herd. She is calm, curious… and intelligent. Several years ago, during breeding season, when her mom was grazing in another paddock with the other cows and the bull, she went over two live polywire lines to be with her mom. How sweet is that? The next day, when we noticed she was with the wrong herd, we put her back with the two-year-olds who were gaining weight and would be going “on the truck” the next year. But the next year, we were surprised to find a sweet little newborn heifer in the wrong herd. Apparently, Fence Jumper had taken steps to change her career path. So we put her and the calf with the breeding herd. And she has been grazing happily ever after.

We have been overtaken by grass!  The first cut haying gave us a phenomenal yield — 201 bales from our north field.  But it was 3 days and long hours of work for Bob and John Lafayette’s crew. 

Our pregnant cows are doing their best to graze down the paddock just north of all those stacked bales.   They are hanging around the barn so we can keep an eye on them as their due dates approach and so they can enjoy the shade in the heat of the day.  Meanwhile, the main herd is in the south field doing their best to level the grass.  They eat.  They trample.  It’s all good!  But the grass is so tall that we cannot roll the tumble wheels.  The polywire is suspended too low to clear the seed heads of the grass.   So every time we want to give the herd more grass, we have to pick up each tumble wheel and carry it over our head to its new location.  This has never happened before.  And it sure looks silly.  But too much grass sure beats too little.  Every year the challenges are so different.

The day before my birthday, I saw a large package on my doorstep.

Well, sever me timbers!  A battery powered chain saw just showed up on my door step.  Thanks so much, Shel.  That is exactly the brand I had been looking at, and it was well rated by consumer reports.

I immediately made plans for an exciting day:

South Hero celebrates independence day with a parade down South Street. This year’s theme was “essential workers”, so our Farmers’ Market needed to be represented! Our farmers worked hard last year to produce food for the community and sell it at the market. Here’s Joan driving our farm van with the farmers’ market’s banner. On one side of the van, we display the vendors logos; and on the other side, we thank our community sponsors! [photo credits: Bob Fireovid, Rob Swanson and Liz Monley]

It’s hard to believe that in just one day we mowed, raked and baled 188 large round bales of hay, with 160 bales coming from our south field. In short, the first photo on the left turned into the two photos on the right. Look how high the grass is in the first photo! Now it looks like a golf course, so green, so smooth, so beautiful. Thanks to all our help – Fred Bartle mowing and moving bales, Holden & Brad Goulet raking, John Lafayette baling.