Night chores are really late evening chores but night chores is easier to say. And during last evenings night chores I separated Tia and Del. Tia goes into a big pen of her own in case she calves in the night. ( Wouldn’t that be nice – as easily said as done). Del has the pen with the open door. When I checked them at midnight I silently entered the barn to the sounds of two cows chewing their cud. Chewing the cud is such a healthy contented sound. They were loud in their contentment.
Yesterday Del’s body finally straightened out. She has been hunched and unhappy for too long now. But at yesterday’s afternoon milking she seemed to have turned a corner. Starting to heal after her awful experience.
It is getting close to weaning time for Molly.
Her fat little piglets need to get used to being without her before they move to their next home. Soon Poppy will need the farrowing pen.
The chicks are growing too. They are not at a pretty stage. I have to chip half an hour out of my sleep time as I readjust my schedules to add two milkings. As usual Del milks fast. I enjoy milking. It is a kind of dance that my hands and body knows well.
Just the cow and I.
Her milk has been white from the start – no heavy colostrum milk. Everything about Del indicated her calf was born early because it died in utero. But the calf himself seemed full sized to me.
I am picking and selling asparagus too now. Not a lot yet but every twenty dollars helps now that I am facing some pretty massive vet bills. But Del is worth it. I was so lucky that one of my own vets was on call in the weekend.
Anyway – time to get into the barn. It is storming again. Absolutely pouring down. More thunder and lightening. With a lot of rain to come. It always rains hardest when it is time to feed the animals. We are sodden again.