The title may sound funny, but it is true. On Valentine's day our milk cow, Clarice, gave birth to a cute little heifer. Unfortunately, the little thing died a few days later. Here is a picture of her.
Clarice has been giving us 3 gallons of milk a day. We only milk in the morning, so we needed some calves to milk her at night. Another nice thing with having the calves is that when we need to go places (and we have bull sales coming up) we don't have to ask the neighbors to come and milk! So, without further adieu, here are some pictures of the new babies -both are bulls- Mocha and Latte. =D Mocha is the darker one.
Mocha
Latte
Full milk pail!
Clarice is not a very tall cow. Her udder hangs very low to the ground, and we have difficulties trying to get the calves to nurse her. So, at almost 10 pm, we kids were out at the barn, trying to figure out a way to get her up higher. The solution? A riser. So, we all trooped over to the shop. Now, picture us in our Duckies (really called Dickies, but we prefer the other name), mud boots, etc. Josh's and my coveralls were way too big for us, so I imagine we looked rather funny. So, we are out at the shop. Becca is cutting the boards, I am drilling holes, and Josh is screwing in. Our platform was finished in a matter of minutes. Quite proud of ourselves, we headed back to the barn put the riser in and tried again to get the calves on. This time it worked! Hurray! So now we simply milk Clarice in the morning and then let the calves onto her. Easy? No and yes. We still need her to adopt the calves. She isn't too fond of them at the moment, unfortunately. So this practically defeats the purpose of getting the calves. If we have to put her in the stanchion every time we put the calves on, our neighbors will still have to come out when we are gone. So, please pray that Clarice will take the calves. She is starting to warm up to them, finally, but we still need her to be their mother.
This morning's milking was rather... interesting. The cow kicked over the pail several times, thus, we didn't get as much milk this morning as we would have liked. One of the times she kicked, I tried grabbing up the bucket and ended up getting my hand stepped on. Let's just say I wasn't very happy with the cow at that time and wasn't feeling any remorse as I yelled at her. I calmed down, prayed, and sat down to milk again. Whoosh came the foot, and there went the pail. I am rather ashamed of my actions now. I can't say I acted kindly as I once again felt anger rising. I do believe that The Lord uses milk cows as his trainers for us to learn to be patient. Clarice finally settled down, after I calmed down (which shows you another thing.. cows can really understand how you feel and will act upon it) and we were able to get a decent amount of milk. So, needless to say, I learned my lesson. :-)
All praise and glory to Him,
Sarah
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