Blog entries for Carole Soule
|Cows in the Cemetery?||
Sarah was in labor so I brought her to the holding area where I could keep watch. Sarah is a Scottish Highlander cow who had given birth to a lively, healthy calf last year. She was the first of our cows to...
|What's that Buzz?||
Every year, about this time, the three heritage apple trees in my backyard burst into blossom. Some years they whimper into spring with just a few buds but this year there is an abundance of blossoms. With...
|Lawn Mooers At Work||
Grass is growing, calves are being born, it must be Spring on the farm. With this warm weather and rain the grass is exploding from the ground and it's time to get those cows and steers to work; harvesting...
|Life and Death On the Farm||
“Do you process your cows on your farm?” The answer is, “Not if I want to sell the meat.” All meat we sell has to be processed at a USDA (United States Department of Agriculture) inspected facility.
|Why Eat Meat?||
|Counting Cows Makes Me Sleepy||
“How many cows do you have,” is a seemingly easy question I get all the time. In order to know how many cows I have, I have to count them. That is the challenge.
When I run...
|Calves, Calves, Calves||
It is calving season at Miles Smith Farm. How do I know? Well, in July 2016 I put our herd bulls with the cows which means all my calves should be born nine months later.
|There's a Piggy In My Yard!||
When you get a call from a neighbor at 5:30 in the morning it's probably not a social call. Whenever I get an early morning call it's...
|Pigs and Beer, What's the Deal?||
What do beer and pigs have in common? If you said, “Beer drinking pigs,” you might be right. I have seen pigs and other livestock drink beer but that is not what I had in mind.
|Do We Milk Our Cows? Sometimes||
The two day bull calf was weak and not interested in nursing on his mother, a red Scottish Highlander cow. The mother cow's teats were too large for this little fellow to get in his mouth. If...
|Sap for Cows?||
The black and white steer was clearly drinking sap from a maple bucket hanging from a tree pictured in a Facebook post. I thought that my cattle were the only “sap-sucking” culprits but, ...
|Good Coyote, Bad Coyote||
After over two hours in the woods searching for the lost calf we all stopped. In that spot the smell of death was overwhelming. The calf had been here but it was obvious he was gone forever....
|Making Ends Meet With Agritourism||
“I want to see the Guinea Pig,” asked Mason. “No, Mason, it's a Mini Pig, not a Guinea Pig,” explained his mother. Mason, a five-year-old boy and his parents, were spending the night at our...
|What do Cattle, Pigs and Kitchen Scraps have in Common?||
Charlotte knocked the tub out of my hands and coleslaw tumbled to the ground. She was clearly excited about the kitchen scraps I was feeding, so excited she acted like a pig. Charlotte is actually a seven...
|Are you a Half or Whole Person?||
“Oh my, that is too much meat. I can't eat that much meat, really,” is a comment I hear a lot. “Wow, what a great price and value. I can put all meat in the freezer and not worry for a long time about where I...
|Dances with Winter, Tales of Mud and Ice||
It was going to be a cold night so Bruce and I had to work fast. Temperatures had been in the 40's and 50's for a few days and all the manure and water that was previously frozen had thawed to sea of six-inch...
The scrap bucket was empty and the feed bunker a mess. Who had done this? Who would trash the hay and steal the pig food? This was clearly the work of the delinquents; Rowdy and Hemingway.
|Teaching an Old Ox New Tricks||
All four feet were off the ground as the thousand pound steer lept into the air. I didn't think a steer could jump so high but Stash was definitely airborne just to avoid stepping on a stone...
|Farmers Helping Farmers||
Do you know any farmers that “work out?” If you think I mean going to the gym, you're wrong. An old Yankee Farmer once told me that as a boy he lived with his grandfather and worked the farm....
|Sign Language on the Farm||
As the trailer backed into the holding pen I put up my hand to signal stop just before it hit the building. The truck driver, my husband Bruce, understood and stopped the rig at just the right spot.