This is the event I've been stressed and obsessed about for weeks - practically the whole month of August.

 Poor Svenya has been so big and uncomfortable with a bag bigger than I'd ever imagined it could get and lots of cow labor signs that literally went on for weeeeeeks instead of the days or mere hours that they were supposed to last before the calf was born.

 Svenya has also made a couple of escapes this summer so when I went out this afternoon to check on her and couldn't find her, I immediately assumed that she had made another break for it. I went into the house to change my shoes and call some neighbors and then decided to go take one last, thorough look around the pasture before tromping up and down the road with a grain bucket and lead rope.

 Well, I discovered a part of the pasture that I didn't know existed. There's a little stand of sumac between the old stone wall and the far corner of the fence. I thought I could see a Svenya shape back there so I bushwacked my way in there and found her finishing up the placenta and crooning to her baby.

 I had NO IDEA how adorable and soft and endearing a newborn calf is.

 Call me smitten.

 No idea what we'll call the baby yet. There's been talk of naming it Yo-Yo because Svenya has been so indecisive about labor all month long but we'll need to discuss that in further detail. Here are some photos. Hopefully, I'll get better ones this evening when we can move them out of the sumac and into the pasture.

 - Gets your heart rate up first thing in the morning

 - Burns off a few hundred calories before breakfast

 - Helps justify eating that last half of the Maple frosted doughnut your mother brought over last night

 - Prevents one from lazily sleeping the morning away

 - Encourages family unity because you have to wake up the whole neighborhood to help track her down

 - Gives you a chance to meet more of the neighbors because you must warn early morning commuters of the danger of sudden cow appearances

 - Gives you a brand new, fuller appreciation of the phrase "Stupid Cow"

 - Banishes vanity  because who really cares about parading around in your jammies when you've got a thousand dollar investment and a potential lawsuit scampering loose in the road

 - Provides concrete evidence that the gate IS too hard for the woman of the farm to open by herself in a pinch

 - Guarantees a guilt free afternoon nap

You think you want to embark upon a complete overhaul of your kitchen space?    This post is for you.   These are photos of my current kitchen.  This is what I have been living with for a year now. 

It ain't pretty. 

Because it isn't functional. 

I've been constantly frustrated, irritated and hindered by my not-ergonomic kitchen.  I have had 6 strangely shaped drawers, two cupboards, one old ragged set of shelves and a mish-mash of tables and various "surfaces" to work on.  The place stays cluttered because there simply isn't space to put things away in.  If I spend the time to tidy it up and stack dishes, bowls, boxes of food, etc...  It just gets messy again within 24 hours.  Very frustrating.

Not to mention the fact that my studio sink has been doing triple duty as the kitchen and livestock sink. 

Ya.  Gross.  I've been using a lot of Comet since the piggies arrived.

No wonder I haven't gotten any dyeing done this summer.

But this is all about to change.

Cupboards and a dishwasher will arrive on the 16th.  We need to finish the mud work on the East half of the room, prime and paint and get ready to prime & paint the cupboards when they arrive.  Once the cupboards, counters & sink are in, we can shift things to prime and paint the other end of the room.  Bry also wants to refinish the floors at some point in this process - they are really thrashed. 

Maybe by the end of July I will have a working kitchen for real! 

I am sooo excited!












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So Svenya is doing fine.  Except that she wants to go outside.  And likes to play with her water bucket.

Last night Bry hung her bucket on the low wall between her house and the pig pen.  Somehow she emptied the bucket (not surprising - I held the bucket while she guzzled three gallons down in about 2 minutes yesterday and then asked for more) and then flipped it over the wall.  I brought out more water this morning, fixed the bucket and filled it.  She sniffed at the water but would not drink it and then tried to lick water out of the empty water carrying bucket and when that wasn't satisfactory, she started attempting to lick my face. 

I think she was trying to show me that her nose wasn't as slobbery as it is supposed to be.

I thought - "Well, I wouldn't want to drink out a bucket that had been hanging in the pig pen all night, either."  So I took down the bucket, to bring it into the house and wash it.  While I was removing the bucket, Svenya was frantic for water and poked me in the back with her horn.  I used my AUTHORITATIVE voice and pushed her away to tell her that wasn't acceptable and she got all sad and frightened.  So I stayed in the barn for a while after taking down the bucket talking to her and scratching her back and ears to show her that I wasn't mad or mean and then took the bucket to the house.

I washed it, re-filled it and dragged it back out.  This is not easy for me because I've got something going on with my right shoulder that's causing lots of trouble.  It may be carpal tunnel, it may be bursitis (my Aunt Minnie had terrible bursitis in her old age) or it may be some old injury that I don't remember.  Either way, my whole Right side has been uncomfortable and knotted up for several weeks now and it is hard to carry a bucket with 5 gallons of water in it when your strong side is weak.  (yes - I will be going to the doctor - just as soon as MB is stable after surgery and school is out.)

The Rejected Bucket

So I haul that water into Svenya's barn and offer it to her.

Nothing doing.  "No, thank you." said Svenya "I know where that bucket has been."

Ya.  I left it there anyway.

She tipped it over.

I brought out a different bucket filled with water because I cannot handle the guilt of leaving a pregnant cow in the barn with no water on an 80+ degree day.  I suspect that I will be hauling lots more water in the next few days.  New fencing for the brook and a barnyard hose are at the top of Bry's to-do list.




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This is Svenya.  

She does not have a pedigree and came to us as a "Black Jersey"  but I'm going to say she's a Canadienne.  She fits the description of the breed and often the term "Black Jersey" is used for Canadiennes or a cross breed between a Jersey and a Canadienne.

She is small, dark and friendly.  (and much more slobbery than a horse)   She is due to freshen in August.  She has tiny teats but hopefully they will get bigger so that I can milk her.

She arrived yesterday in a trailer pulled by a big truck.  (Maxx was impressed!)  One of Bry's fellow teachers in Heuvelton picked her up at a recent auction and knew that we were wanting a cow.

We were afraid that we would not be able to get a cow for a long time - finances have just been too tight and a heifer ready to freshen is an expensive prospect - usually in the $1,200 -1,800 range.  We thought we might buy a little heifer calf this year but then we would have been waiting over a year for milk because they have to grow up and have a calf before they start milking. 

But by some happy coincidence, Svenya still has her horns so she was a bargain!   (I like the horns - we'll just have to be careful of her moods and pay attention to what she is doing with her head.   That's a good idea even with hornless livestock!)   So far, Svenya feels like another one of those Gifts that we have been given as we try to put this big, crazy plan together.  Things will look bleak - impossible even - and then some unexpected opportunity will present itself and voila!  Another bit of the puzzle falls into place.

Maxx photographed the arrival

 Right now she is bunking in the same building as the pigs.  They seem to like each other.  She would like to be OUTSIDE, though.  When we leave her alone in there, she kicks the wall to say  "Hello?!?   Cow does not wish to be incarcerated!   Cow wants grass in meadow, water in brook, please!"

The horses make way for Svenya.  They seem to like her, too.

This weekend.  We don't want her wandering all through the woods and the meadow just yet as she is new.  We'll make a secure area for her close to the big barn in the next couple of afternoons and then she can go outside during the daytime.  We all know that sun and green grass makes good milk.

I think this makes us real farmers now - or at least real hobby farmers.  Molly has a horse, there are 2 pigs and a cow in a barn and there are 2 feral kittens in the big barn.

There's a lot of work to do.  There is a LOT of junk - dangerous junk - lying around from former owners that we need to clean out of the pig pen, big barn and general environs.  We need to build a milking pen for Svenya - there is an old row of broken stantions in the big barn but I'm sure those will be inappropriate - too open and lose - and we need to prepare a good place for her & her calf to winter in.  The pig barn is too open and drafty - great for pigs in summer but not so good for animals in 20 below weather!

And there's still a lot to do in the house this summer.  Maybe it's good that we are too broke to take a big month-long cross country adventure? 

Sigh.

Or - What do Molly Bryn and her Uncle Al have in common?









It was such a beautiful evening.  Warm, sunny, slight breeze, no recent poop soup applications on surrounding fields.





Ziggy met the pigs for the first time and was Thrilled that such creatures exist and reside in his barn.  (Does he know instinctively how yummy they will be this fall?)

I said "Let's go for a walk!"

Molly said "Let me ride Spinner in the meadow.  We can put him on a lead rope.  He will be fine even though we don't have any tack for him yet."






And he was.

So happy to be spending time with The Girl and the Woman and The Man in the meadow.  The Boy stayed further away and he was O.K. with that.

All the horses were happy and calm.  We walked to the back of the meadow where they usually don't go and they discovered that the grass and clover back there were very good.

There was a lot of happy snorting and snuffling as they ate - "Check out this great grass!"   "Yes this is very good."  " Let's come back tomorrow!"





And then we turned around.

Stupid, stupid me.

Ziggy was being a pain on his leash and the horses were being so good that Bry and I traded.  He took the dog.  I took the horse.

Why it is good to have former Boy Scouts/ a WFR & a Fireman in the neighborhood

 Right about that time, the horses got very excited     
"Let's go back to the barn!"  
"There might be carrots!"
"Let's RUN!"
"YAY!!!"



I have to say that it was a pretty good dismount at 15 or 20 mph.  And she didn't land on her head or smash into any rocks or get trampled or anything.  Just broke her ankle.  Really well.   It needs a pin.

Tune in Later for a story about why Molly will never be a Drug Addict.

One of the first questions the ER nurse asked was "Have you ever had surgery?"

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 This is Elaine.  It is a good name for her - she is named after Lancelot's accidental, unwanted wife. 

 Emmeth brought her home this winter while he was feeling all sexy and she has stayed.  And apparently, had kittens. 

Not that we can find any of them. 

And she eats ALL the cat food while poor, stupid Emmeth watches longingly, wishing he could sneak his face in the dish - just for a second - without getting clobbered.  He runs through the door every time it is opened and cowers next to me, begging for food. If not promptly ejected, he goes off to sleep in my bed with his dirty little kitty feet. 

I think Elaine will be finding a new home as soon as I can either find & catch the kittens we think she had or verify that there are no kittens to worry about.