Bonnie Boot No More

Well, I have some catching up to do here with my Bonnie news.  Considering that I still can’t drive and am not too stable on uneven ground it is amazing how busy I have been.  I have been making wreaths, bags, and Christmas costumes for the church pageant.  Have also cleaned and organized an extraordinary number of floor-level shelves in this house.  Have also organized over 3000 photos into some sense of order.  Digital photography is great but too many bad pictures taken, too easy to download them here and there and not label them etc..  all this to say that I’ve not let this broken ankle time go to waste.

And I’ve left you wondering what on earth is going on with Bonnie Boots!  I’ve almost lost track myself.  The Thursday before Thanksgiving Sarah and I had a hard time convincing her to come into the barn.  In fact each morning and each evening she took longer and longer to appear at the barn door.  Thursday evening she was particularly slow.  Friday morning she marched right in, I opened the gate leading to her stanchion and waited for her to come in.  Remember there is grain awaiting – cows love grain.  Candy to kids – grain to cows!  She just stood there.  Looking at me like I was a complete dolt, an idiot at worst, a very slower learner at best.  Animals speak clearly if you take the time to listen and the time to hear.  Bonnie distinctly said, “I don’t want to be milked anymore.”

I heard this message on November 22nd.  Her calf, Stormy, was born May 22nd.  Six months of milking.  Exactly.  

Beef heifers often wean there babes at six months.  How?  By kicking their calves’ cute little noses away.  Yup.  She has been trying to say she was done.  I wasn’t hearing it.  Didn’t want to hear it.  Bonnie has a fair dose of beef in her, Bonnie has low milk production which is what I wanted and I knew and overall she has given me more milk than I expected from her first freshening.   

All this to say, I’ve stopped milking her.  It’s is terrible thing to wake up to no cream in my coffee. And I miss those moments under my cow.  I do not missing the kicking. 

Such is farm life – highs and lows, abundance and scarcity, etc…  Eating in rhythm with natural cycles is probably a good thing.  We are so spoiled or perhaps I should say confused by the transportation of food.   Having a few months off from dairy products – probably okay for the body.  Going from fresh raw milk to store-bought milk is a bit like buying ‘fresh’  tomatoes in New England in February.  An ‘iffy’ proposition!

Bonnie is now happily coming in for a tiny bit of grain, she is happily being brushed, and she is ever so happy I finally stopped and listened to her!

 

 

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