Well, you know the game. I have to enter the first heading that comes into my head and this is the one. My brain is clear this morning. And I have to put those words up whether I want to change them or not. I give myself many blog challenges to keep my work fresh but this one must be the weirdest.
I walked the path to the West Barn yesterday four times. This weather is just too good to pass up. Poor old BooBoo was allowed to come on half of one of the walks, but at my side on his leash. His back leg seems a little better (the torn AC something or AT something- I was always useless at anagrams or groups of letters like this – I need the WORDS.) anyway I sense a strengthening in Boos leg of the muscles around the torn – um area. JOhn was working while I was away so Boo had forced-rest for the whole day each day I was gone in Europe. (on the couch no less – sigh – took an age to clean) He will put his foot down every third time but still no jumping and no running ever again. Little steps.
The second time I walked over to the West Barn was to manage the delivery of one big round bale of good grass for the cows over there. JOhn had the man put it on his dump truck and we just rolled it out. Two of this herd should be pregnant – Lady Astor and Aunty Anna. The bull Carlos the Tiny and Aunty Del need to stay slim as well so a good bale of grass hay is perfect for them.
I don’t give the cows my special mix of grain in the normal course of events so they need good forage. And I never use commercially created feeds unless they are certified as using only plant proteins because here in America they are allowed to render down animal parts then put them into the cattle feed to boost fat. The rendering plants are meant to separate out the suspect parts of the animals but who knows what they do in those places. A necessary evil I know. But this is why I grow my own meat. Here is a simple article on this subject. I had to really search for anything written currently on this matter – basically people do not want to know what the meat they are eating has been eating. Though things are better than they were here (in the USA) it is still not good enough for me. Cows are not omnivores. Cows are herbivores and should not be fed other animals. Though my pigs (who are omnivores) are vegetarians for exactly the same reason.
I need to qualify that you can find plant based feeds for cows and pigs but they are more expensive and your animal will grow the old fashioned way – slowly. Both my cows and my pigs eat a lot of good hay and good diverse pasture. I have the local feed mill mix my own feed from local grains. (I cannot afford organic – which is often imported nor do I trust that label – or non GM but I insist on local it is the best I can do). I have the local seed company mix my pasture seed cocktail which John will be sowing starting this week. And neither of these initiatives contribute to a healthy bottom line in the financial page of my little farm. But they do contribute to healthy clear minds and bodies.
And sweet smelling manure! Don’t forget that. (that made me laugh – sweet smelling manure – laughter – it is important I promise!).
Hay and Pasture is the best for ruminants. It is all about fermentation and that needs good clean forage to work well.
Back to the round bale!. Poor shorty Carlos cannot even see over the top of the bale. “Never mind Carlos by this morning those big cows will have unraveled the whole thing and strewn it all over the yard to lie on”. I don’t have a big round bale feeder, as I seldom feed round bales due to their weight and me only having a little tractor. There will be waste, but all that waste will eventually go into the compost.
TonTon and I walked home down the road and up the driveway for a change.
This Point of View is from Boo – waiting on his chain by the barn, watching us walk up the lane. He always waits very quietly. Quite still. His eyes never shift from me. He knows I am coming for him.
I hope you have a lovely day.