Gothgrrl
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Yes, I definitely have lots of good memories of farm life as well! To answer your questions, we had mainly beef cows, and just a few dairy cows who were kept in separate pastures. We didn''t do "branding" they had little tags in their ears that looked like guitar picks, as I recall them. My parents only have about 65 acres, and their barns were not set up for milking really, so basically they would buy calves once a year and sell them when they got big enough. They didn''t farm or raise livestock for more than about 5 years, because for one they also had other businesses to run and there wasn''t enough time to take care of so many things, and also the cows were ALWAYS getting out and that is a big issue to deal with. My older brother could tell you all about how to mend a fence, lol! We didn''t have "fancy" electric fences like some of our neighbors, so the cows would just push right through the barbed wire and be cruising down the road, or they''d be up by our house in the morning--imagine waking up and looking out your bedroom window to find a big cow standing there staring at you!Date: 4/21/2007 11:28:40 PM
Author: Skippy123
Monarch,
You brought back soooooo many wonderful memories to me. I also saw a calf being born; it was amazing (at the time I was a little in shock and thought it was a little icky but cool). My cousins dogs were work dogs too! I liked the dogs following us around because there were coyotes at the Ranch. Were your cows dairy cows or you all just had a lot of them? Did you help brand cows? That part was not my favorite.
They also had a plum orchard and my grandma would can stuff and make jams. Wow, I am really lucky I got to experience that. Please tell me more if you like. You are not rambling; it brought back so many wonderful memories!!!! Thank you!
I remember crying and their laughter, that''s about it. I actually really enjoy riding horses, at least I did the few times we had the opportunity. We live across the street from a ranch/boarding facility and I always wish I could get to know the owners (no one lives there) so I could go pet the horses now, instead I admire them from afar.Date: 4/23/2007 10:13:53 PM
Author: monarch64
Skippy, I grew up in southern Indiana, basically between Indianapolis and Lousiville, KY. Lots of cornfields, soybeans, farmland in general, also much hillier than northern Indiana, and Illinois which are somewhat flat. The climate is your basic midwestern hot and humid summers turning into very dry autumns and sometimes nasty winters, but for the most part when I was growing up they were pretty mild with only a few major snowfalls (and when I say major for that area I mean less than a foot, lol!) Your part of the country sounds beautiful, I have never been to New Mexico but have been to Nevada and will be in Colorado Springs and Denver this coming Labor Day for the wedding of one of DH''s college frat brothers. I''m quite looking forward to seeing that part of the states!
Kimberly, yikes, I can''t imagine a horse lifting me up by a finger, ouch and how scary!!! If I can give anyone one piece of advice when hand feeding a horse it should always be done with palm flat out to avoid that very thing you experienced! You can feed them carrots, a handful of oats, sugar cubes, and we used to give our horse Cricket Lifesavers or Werthers candies! You will have to try it again sometime! Their muzzles are so soft and sweet and breathy, that is one thing I miss about having a horse. I''m sure Lorelei or Equestrienne could elaborate more on the joys of owning horses...I never rode competitively but had friends who did and now my niece does, it''s such a fun sport/activity. My DH''s best friend who actually introduced us a few years ago lives in Lexington and insures Thoroughbreds for a living, among other things, so he is part of the horsey set and we get to hear a lot about it, he usually has a horse or two running in the Arlington something-or-other (forgive my ignorance here, lol) and this year had one in the KY Derby which was quite exciting. He''s a very interesting person to talk to, and loves his Maker''s Mark which makes him even more entertaining, hee hee.
I don''t know if I mentioned this yet but I have another memory of my ''town'' friend coming out to my house once in the summer when things around the farm were rather fragrant, if you will (cow manure at its ripest). She commented on the fact that it stunk and I was kind of embarrassed because I realized I was immune to the smell and she wasn''t!
Date: 4/24/2007 2:29:22 PM
Author: monarch64
Skippy, how exciting--a new baby cow! I'd love to see pics of her/him if you ever get any!
That reminds me of how when I go and visit my parents sometimes, the neighbor's cows will be bellowing and carrying on at the tops of their lungs when they're separating them from their babies, it is so sad to listen to. They get really upset.
I never remembered hearing that when I was a kid but that's probably because I didn't know what was going on.
Oh, and I remembered also my dad teaching me how to 'call' the cows when we would get hay down from the barn loft to feed them. You had to say 'SUE, cow, SUE, SUE, SUE!'Then they would all come running, and you'd think you were big stuff, lol.
I'll see if I can find some pics to post of their land/house. I don't have any digital ones of the barns, I would have to dig those out from photo albums...we'll see what I can come up with!
Skippy, with so much acreage, did your cousins use horses to drive their cattle from one place to the next? I've never been on a ranch or farm that big, I'm interested in knowing what that's like!
LOL! I was scared to walk around during dusk at my grandma's because I thought the Headless Horseman might come. Gosh, aren't we funny as kids! I figured since my grandma had horses that meant there might be a headless horseman hiding somewhere!Date: 4/24/2007 8:52:55 PM
Author: monarch64
I have no idea how to put all these into one post, sorry...
Holy Cow! (pun intended, lol) I can't believe I finally resized pictures without shrinking them down to nothing, I am notorious for that on PS! Anyway, that first one was the view from my parent's back patio. Those pastures grow nothing but hay now, but we used to grow corn there and I used to be so scared to walk through it down to the barns when it was tall because my dad took my brother and me to see that movie Children of the Corn in the 80's...eeek.
ha, Storm I was wondering if you would chime in here! Barbed wire is no fun, that''s for sure...I used to have to climb the fencepost before I got tall enough to hold the top wire down myself and climb over, before that someone had to either hold up the bottom wire and I would crawl under, or hold down the top wire enough to lift me up and over! Like I said earlier, thank goodness no one around us used electrical fencing! I had some friends in school who did and they hadDate: 4/25/2007 1:14:44 AM
Author: strmrdr
this thread is bringing back some kewl memeries.
my favorite day on the farm was sledding out the second story window of the house, then down the hill and trying not to get caught in the barb wire then walking back, drying off and going back upstairs to do it again.
That was a whole lot of snow.
uncles farm in ND didn't grow up there but visited a lot.Date: 4/25/2007 1:38:42 AM
Author: monarch64
ha, Storm I was wondering if you would chime in here! Barbed wire is no fun, that's for sure...I used to have to climb the fencepost before I got tall enough to hold the top wire down myself and climb over, before that someone had to either hold up the bottom wire and I would crawl under, or hold down the top wire enough to lift me up and over! Like I said earlier, thank goodness no one around us used electrical fencing! I had some friends in school who did and they hadDate: 4/25/2007 1:14:44 AM
Author: strmrdr
this thread is bringing back some kewl memeries.
my favorite day on the farm was sledding out the second story window of the house, then down the hill and trying not to get caught in the barb wire then walking back, drying off and going back upstairs to do it again.
That was a whole lot of snow.
nasty burns on their legs and arms from getting shocked by it!
Jeez, second story sledding! Where in the heck did you grow up to get that much snow, Alaska?!!!