by killJOY » Wed 20 Feb 2008, 08:10:24
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Pops', 'I') would really like to hear about your luck with Devon cattle KJ.
'Kay, Pops.
I'll try to keep it short.
We now have three years experience with Cow. My immediate thought is: "Why didn't we start twenty years ago"?
True, you have to stay home.
True, it's an awful lot of shit to shovel.
True, the curd sometimes doesn't set. There are little cheese demons that seem to hate you.
But look at these faces!
We're lucky to know Drew Conroy here in Maine. He is THE Devon guy, and he "wrote the book" on training oxen. He took the above pic of Belle in our pasture, and her bullcalf Henry.
We sold Henry back to Drew then bought a heifer from a guy in Mass. Drew trained Henry for Sturbridge Village, where he now entertains crowds. Hannah, the heifer calf, took to her new momma Belle like she was her own, and Belle adopted her immediately.
So we had milk from Belle for awhile and we liked it. Then she dried up. Last Fall, Belle and Hannah went for a six week vacation to mingle with some other cows. They "partied" with a bull for awhile, and Belle came back pregnant, but not Hannah for some reason. Belle will be having a new calf this summer.
In the meantime, the Kiwanis Club here in town was looking for someone to board their milking shorthorn, which they use for breeding calves for the 4H club. So now we have "Elsa Mae" for milk over the winter.
It's interesting to note the differences in breeds. Belle the Devon (above) is blocky, and her bag has that classic, almost cartoonish udder shape that stands out.
Elsa, the shorthorn we're boarding, is taller and looks "bony." She didn't even look milkable at first! Her bag is "all up in her ass," as I put it. But when you get down and start milking her, she's a gusher.
We (rather, my partner) milk twice daily, and we get and gallon "plus a cat bowl" of milk morning and night. Don likes to milk because a) it keeps his arthritic hands nimble and b) he can squat for long periods, whereas the blood pools in my legs.
Someone made a comment above about their family thinking milk was gross and "how to keep it clean." The superstitions around raw milk are depressing.
Simply, you have a bucket of warm water with a little bleach in it. You wipe down the teats before and after milking.
The milk isn't poisonous, though things are growing in it. There's also lots of antibodies. Cripes, if it's fitten for a calf it's fitten for human consumption! I've even drunk soured milk. It's not like rancid milk from the store.
The other side of raw milk superstitions are those like
The Price Foundation who seem to think raw milk is a magic cure-all. I don't buy that either.
This winter we've honed our dairying skills enough to sell yogurt and cottage cheese along with raw milk to appreciative friends and neighbors.
We make butter and cheese for ourselves: we don't sell them because a) the cheese from one cow will last us through the summer and b) the work involved would require us to sell at, like, ten bucks a pound to make it worth it.
I haven't bothered to total up the energy/work costs of keeping three cows. I probably don't want to know. These cows could be kept on hay/grass only, but we give them a soup can of grain to keep them pliable. We cut our own hay, shovel out the stalls every day, spread it on the fields in the spring. The manure pile is starting to get scary (it's been a long winter here). I don't know how we do it sometimes.
You really appreciate how much work goes into things like cheese and butter when you do it yourself.
In fact, it's frightening.
Parting shots of Henry and Belle:

