Our boys out on grass. Well really, they are always out. They have a shed to go in and get out of the rain, but honestly it probably feels good. Guernsey’s have roamed this farm for at least the last 100 years. Not with me, but when John Christian moved on this farm with his Guernsey’s, I bet he had no idea his cow’s offspring would still be here a 100 years later.
When I first married John Henry and moved on to the home farm, I learned how much the Myers’ love their Guernsey’s. I learned that John Christian use to sell the bull calves shortly after birth, and in the late 90’s we were still doing just that. We would raise few for our freezer, but the rest went. An odd side note is that when I married my husband, I was still somewhat vegetarian. Really for no reason than I had no taste for red meat. That changed when I first tasted our farm raised beef.
Now recently like in the last 6 years or so we started to keep and raise the boys. They are banded and as soon as they are weaned and able, out they go on grass. And they do well. Like today they are enjoying the rain.
Me however, I’m inside typing. I feel like my dog as he just stares out the window. wanting to go out, but when the door is opened, he decides it’s not for him. Since developing MS, I really try to adopt what I do on the farm. Milking on a day like this is no fun, but I also have trouble in this damp environment. Sound likes cheap statement to get out of working, but really to live with it is the only way to really understand the disability.
So now milking is done, the babies (calves) are fed and warm. Dinner is done, and my husband joins me at looking out the window. He says he needs to work on some equipment in the shop, and I say I need to label cheese and make a batch of soap, but here we are, looking out the window like our old dog. I think tonight were done.
We need the rain; we have corn and oats in the ground, our garden is half planted, but it has been so dry. Blessed for the rain, but today we are choosing to hibernate from it.
The sun will be back out and the just mowed grass will be overgrown. We will probably complain on how now we are behind and have no time. However, for me I’m joining Smokey and looking out the window.
I may not be singing or dancing in the rain today, but I’m hanging with my favorite old friend Smokey, watching as the rain drops dance as they splatter across the ground and listening to the wind as it whistles through the trees from the safety of our window.
then, I will provide the rain you need in its season, the land will yield its produce and the trees in the field will yield their fruit.