Saturday, April 30, 2005

The Blow Bags Come To Town

The evening milking is done. I'm pooped, though I didn't seem to get very much done today. It rained all day so the cows got a nice bath. Should have moved some calves to the other barn today but I didn't. We had a nice calf sired by "Deluxe" born the other day. Thats the same bull that sired our Top of the World Sale consignment. We like them alot. The NY Spring Sale was today at the Whitney Point fairgrounds. Dad looked at the cows yesterday. Said the milk cows looked like a pen of cull cows. We didn't go to see the sale. Lots of "blow bag index cattle". The sale is a staged event anyway. JMS sets up volume buyers from CA and fills the orders. Hardly anyone at the sale bids. The last bid is ussually by the ringman. At the end, a bunch of big rigs haul them out west to factory farms that chew them up and spit them out. Long gone are the days of the true "Breeders Sales".


Be sure to read Investment Advice at the House of Degenhart and Monasticism at Dry Creek Chronicles. I wonder how these guys like be mentioned in post with such a interesting name!

4 Comments:

At 5/01/2005 6:07 PM, Blogger Valerie (Kyriosity) said...

I can still hear my Grampa calling the cows in for milking. By the time he hobbled from the house to the barn (he used a cane for as long as I can remember), they'd usually be there at the door waiting for him.

This has very little to do with your post...just a pleasant memory triggered by the phrase "evening milking."

 
At 5/01/2005 10:04 PM, Blogger Carmon Friedrich said...

Scott, at church today an old gentleman was giving us lots of advice about looking for a dairy cow. We want to eventually get a cow so we can give our children raw milk. We used to have goats, but I think they will like home-grown cow milk much better! Our friend today told how he used to call his cows with a conch horn, and they came running, knowing he'd have something yummy for them to eat.

Keep talking about life on the farm, Scott...it's very inspiring!

 
At 5/02/2005 3:26 AM, Blogger reformed farmer said...

Valerie

My son John has been calling the cows since before he could walk. Some of our "iron grandmas" would rather stay up on the hill. So dad has to walk up with his cane and bring them back. Johnny started walking up with him when he was 1 and a half or so. They even gave him a little miniture cane of his own! I think I've got a picture of the 2 of them walking together up the hill in their overalls.

Carmon

Glad to hear your gettin' a cow. Might I suggest a Jersey. Nothing better than a glass of ice cold Jersey milk. So thick and full of wonderful fat. Great for making butter and cheese as well. I have been enjoying your weblog for a quite a while too!

Scott

 
At 5/03/2005 7:09 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Blow Bag and Degenhart, very funny:)

 

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