One Day at a Time

calendar, January, Winter,In the blackness of the early hours of a frigid January day, I tred down the snow-covered hill to the milkhouse and the barn.  My rubber snow boots crunch through the icy blanket.  Though my nose gets bit by Jack Frost, I am feeling toasty in my down-filled chore jacket.  My ears carefully covered by my blaze-orange snow cap hardly sense the cold.

As I reach the bottom of the hill, I cast my eyes up onto the disk on the nearby calf shed wallThe circular dial tells me that it is ten degrees below zero.

Chores stretch out from November till March during our calving season.  I bottle-feed and pail-feed the calves.  I see to it that they have satisfying amounts of hay.  Calves need to be fed twice daily, every day.  I am watchful to see that the calves are eating well and not showing signs of illness.

This new responsibility and schedule takes some time in which to adjust.  I have been doing these chores since late November.  Knowing that I have to do this morning and evening every day for 5 whole months straight can be overwhelming.  After all, March is still 60 and more days away.  So, I reject pondering that thought and do the chores one day at a time.

Being responsible for doing daily chores for these calves has given me a greater respect for my husband who has carried the responsibility for his herd these past thirty-some years.

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Calf Chores in the Dark

Milker pail, bucket, bucket of milk, warm milk, raw milk, fresh milk,

Fresh Milk from the Milker

Since our kids have left the nest we built here on the farm, I have graduated to be the calf chore crew for my husband.

When daylight savings time ends, calf chores have to be done in the dark.

The calf shed is on the east side of the barn.  My house is on the west side of it.  So my path takes me down the hill, into the barn.  There my husband supplies me with the milk that I am to use for feeding the baby calves in the shed.

corona, winter moon, moon, half moon,

Moonlight for the Wintry World

I carry the pails of milk to the barn door.  I unlatch it and one of the barn cats scoots out the door in front of me.  I can see the barnyard from the lights in the barn.  But when the door shuts, my eyes adjust to the moonlight on the ground.  I slowly maneuvre to the stairway that will lead me up out of the barnyard to the calf shed door.

Just inside the door is a light switch.  As soon as the lights are on, calves beller.  They know what comes next…Lunch!

cats, barn cats, feeding barn cats, cat chores,

Cats Getting Their Share

Barn cats know what that means, too.  They greedily gather around to glean the leftovers that I can give to them when the calves have had their share.

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Calving Season

calf, holstein calf, straw bedding, calf lying down,Usually in the springtime, you may enjoy seeing lots of young calves in the pastures with their mothers close by.

Yet, on this farm, we plan to have the young born in the fall and winter.  The reason we do this is for our convenience.

In the spring, the “Do List” includes:

  • plowing
  • disking
  • planting 
  • fencing 
  • manure spreading 
  • cleaning the chicken house for the new chicks

The summertime “Do List” is similarly busy:

  • cut, rake, bale and store hay
  • cultivate corn
  • combine oats
  • bale straw

In the autumn:

  • shell corn, if room is needed for the harvest in the corn crib
  • pick the corn
  • store the corn in the cribs
  • spread manure
  • take down fencing in the pastures that is not needed over the winter
  • cut wood for next year’s firewood supply
  • plow any fields possible before the snows come

Any time all year the machinery must be maintained and the cows must be milked and cared for.  So by now, you can tell, that there is a lot to coordinate on a dairy farm. 

holstein cow, holstein calf, udder, calf sucking milk,Fast forward to late fall.  Dairy cattle are not like beef cows or horses, in that they can calve all alone and manage just fine. Dairy cattle sometimes need  to be helped with the delivery of their young.

Our income comes from healthy cows.  Our future income will come from healthy calves.   Therefore, my husband is actively on maternity duty. 

He is a good record keeper.  He knows the day each cow was bred.  Hence, he knows when to expect the offspring to come.  He checks on them during the night and watches then during the day.  Some nights he spends napping in the barn, so he can be nearby to help the cow when the calf comes.

All of this attention to birthing mixed in with spring and summer duties would be difficult.  My husband arranges the calving to occur when most of the crop work is done.  As it is, he becomes weary.  Doing all of this along with the time pressure of spring and summer jobs would be overwhelming.  Therefore, you understand management’s decision to calve in the fall and winter.

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Winter’s Grip Tightens

doll, doll clothes, mittens, knit winter cap,

 

Gray canopy overhead,

Donned with winter jacket and gloves,

Cheeks and chin nipped by cold,

Off I go to mail a card or letter.

 

rural mailbox, rural mailbox latch, frosty mailbox latch,The frozen-shut, tin mailbox door

Loosens as I bang on its latch.

Warm greetings rest inside.

The stiffened flag raises with effort.

 

 

 

cat, begging cat, tennis shoes, blue jeans, white cat,

 

Kitty rubs at my ankles,

Stretches her forelegs,

Curls her claws into my jeans,

Pleading to climb up on my shoulder.

 

 

 

evreygreen, evergreen twigs, frost, frosty evergreen needles, evergreen needles,Fog hovers over the landscape.

Frost trims the evergreens.

Delicate icy crystals hug

The remains of summer’s last weeds.
river, riverscape, iced river, trees, riverbank, sundown,

Silent cows’ eyes follow my steps.

On my way to the house, I stop in my tracks

Listening to December’s chilling silence,

As winter’s grip tightens on the countryside.

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The Bethlehem Star – Issue 2

      Magi, camels, three kings, drawing of magi, Jerusalem in an Uproar

by I. Ben Visited

Last week, Jerusalem was the scene of some disturbances.  Astrologers, or Magi, from the East visited King Herod.  They reported that they had seen the star of the new King of the Jews.

When King Herod heard this, he consulted with the chief priests and teachers of the law.  These illustrious members of Jerusalem society informed him that according to the prophet, Micah, the Christ’s birthplace is Bethlehem in Judea.   This is our same Bethlehem that is approximately six miles south of Jerusalem.

Bethlehem is a small town.  Many of our inhabitants make their living as shepherds outside of the city.  It hardly seems the kind of town in which a king would be born even though our great King David came from here.

The night after the Magi met with King Herod, they left with his strict orders to find the Child.  King Herod expected them to report back to him with information of the Child’s precise whereabouts.  For two day the King has waited the Magi’s return.  However, there has been no trace of them.

Today, Herod clearly vented his great anger.  In the wake of the Magis’ presumed compliance, trickery is now suspected; disobedience to the kings orders and flight to their homes by another route.

                          New Publishers Group      by Ima Shepherd

For the past two days, Bethlehem has been overrun by shepherds.  All of them seem to be headed to the stable at Jethro’s Inn.  I caught up with one yesterday who said,  “I have never seen anyone like Him.  He seems to be able to look right into my soul.  His eyes look much older thah the few days old He really is.”  This man claimed that the Child of whom he spoke was the promised Messiah of Israel.

nativity scene, Christ child, manger, Mary and Joseph, sculpted nativity,Since the beginning of this influx of shepherds, they have been going through the streets publishing the news,  “The Messiah has been born!  Praise be to the God of Abraham!”

Many of the townspeople, spurred on by these exclamations, have also visited the stable.  Almost every one of them has come out looking more peaceful and full of joy than when they went in.

Even if this Child is not the One who will free us from Roman dominion, He has affected the people of Bethlehem to the greater good of all.

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The Bethlehem Star- Issue 1

                              Tax Hike in the Works               by C. Zar

Rome is working on a massive tax program.  Although in its infant stages, it is proving to be a major source of agitation to the people of Israel.  The entire Roman world is being summoned for enrollment in order that a more accurate taxation system may be put into effect.

sign, no vacancy sign,Enrollment will be carried out in stages, the first of which is already in progress.  This mandatory enrollment lists men according to their birthplaces.  Even now people are making pilgrimages to their hometowns.

Our little town of Bethlehem is not exception.  Local inns have been touting their “No Vacancy” signs for several days.  At least for the time being, what’s good for the Caesar is good for business.

                                Local Shepherds Quake

by Evan Lee Host

Shepherds and angel painting, Christmas story painting, Shepherds, angels, sheep in the fields,“Strange sights during the night in them thar hills outside of Bethelehem,” say local shepherds.    While keeping watch over their lambing flocks, the shepherds’ silent night was interrupted by messengers of heavenly magnitude.

All the shepherds agreed that the whole landscape was lit up with radiant beams as a multitude of angels sang, “Glory to God in the Highest and on earth peace among men with whom He is pleased.”  The Herald angel addressed the shepherds.  He named Bethlehem as the Savior’s birthplace.

Reported one witness,  ” I froze in my tracks at the sight.”

Several told The Bethlehem Star, “We were so scared that we tried to hide–but the light was overpowering.  There was no place to run.  The angel tried to calm us down and said he had good news for us.  It all happened so fast–and soon the blackness of night crowded in on us again.”

This could mean that there are good tidings in these strange heavenly sightings.   Perhaps Bethlehem has been the chosen site of revealing something special.

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Best-Dressed Camels

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Grandma’s Anise Cookies

(Today, I had SUCCESS!!  I have had failures before.  Grandma’s Anise Cookie recipe is tricky.  It has to be done with the right weather or they may fail.  I have been watching the skies for a suitable day.  Yesterday, I made the cookies.  They rested overnight and I baked them this morning.  They did not fail.  The aroma overwhelmingly reminded us of dear Grandma.)

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Before Baking

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The "Frosted-Look" After Baking

 

 

 

 

 

 

As hints of winter settle on the landscape

And Jackie Frost blows icy bursts of air,

My eyes light on a box of old recipes

Which hold for me an heirloom treasure there.

Grandma’s Anise Cookes fresh-baked from her home,

A sweet-smelling treat from her mother’s heart

Handed down to her in Christmas tradition

For children yet to come – a baker’s art.

From memories I behold good times far away;

Grandma’s Christmas – a decorated scene.

Packages all wrapped with tender, loving care.

Tables dressed in bright red and in green.

Grandma thanked God her kids gathered home.

I felt her hug, her kiss; she held my hand.

I’ll remember her at Christmas any time anywhere

When for my fam’ly I bake bread and…

Grandma’s Anise Cookies fresh-baked from my home;

A sweet-smelling treat from her mother’s heart

Handed down to me in Christmas tradition

For children yet to come – a baker’s art.

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For more information on Anise cookies, see “Making Anise Cookies.”

Christmas Is Just ‘Round the Corner

(Excerpt from our book, Tales From Heritage Farm)

Christmas colors, Christmas glitz, Christmas sparkles, sparkles, colored lights,

Christmas is just ’round the corner,

Folks send news of good cheer;

Items marked down thirty percent,

Sales you must pay for all year.

child-like eyes, doll eyes,Children’s hearts full of excitement,

Shoppers hunt for just the right toy.

Is this shopping fuss the answer

To contentment, peace and joy?

straw bales, manger scene, Christmas star, Christmas lights,Truly unique Christmas giving

Came to earth when God sent us His Son,

Revealing His plan of salvation

Freely offered to everyone.

Joy to the world, Christmas ornament, Bell-shaped ornament,Believing Jesus’ redemption,

The price He paid for our sins,

His Word assures our adoption

Where fullness of life begins.

 

Christmas is just ’round the corner,

lettering, Jesus is Risen, A time we all can afford.

Through His death and resurrection

We can know Jesus as Lord.

All Christmas gifts must be  purchased.

Jesus bought a present for you –

Christmas tree, Christmas gifts, Christmas lights, Christmas decorations,A new life just for the asking,

And a home in Heaven, too.

Joy is not wrapped up in  presents;

Doll, trinkets, high-tech, or clothes.

Find your fullment in Jesus.

sihlouette, man praying, prayer, seascape,Each need and desire He knows.

Turn your life over to Jesus.

He will not turn you away.

Give Him your heart’s true devotion.

Do not wait, do it today.

 

Yes, Christmas is ’round the corner.

It could be the best one yet.

When your life, too, turns the corner,

A choice you will not regret.

For Christmas giving see the Christmas greeting cards available in our catalog.

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Cat-of-a-Different-Color

Randall Grabau ©2006

Any one of my kids will tell you that I am not particularly fond of cats.  From my perspective, they are too demanding, too ungrateful and too self-centered.  Since I am the one who gives them milk twice a day, after each time I have completed our daily milking chores, whenever I show up they  whine, demand even beller for me to feed them.

And when they have cleaned up all I have provided them, they either whine some more as if to say, “Is that all I get?” Or they saunter away as if to say, “That was good and I deserved every bit of it.”  Only rarely have I met up with a cat who actually seems to appreciate what I do to keep it alive.  I buried one of those unique, different kind of cats this morning.

cat, cat face, black and white cat,She was different right from the start when her mother first brought her whole litter out into the open last spring.  She was a color we have never had before on Heritage Farm.  Almost every cat that has ever been here was or is black, orange-yellow, or the brown-black, tiger-stripe kind of cat.  In fact, the rest of her litter-mates fit that description.  But she was different, a light creamy-tan type of color all over.  As a kitten, she would hiss and spit at strangers just like any other cat, but she was never underfoot.  As she grew, she would join the other cats at the cat dish, but not with the normal cat-attitude of, “I have to get as much as I can as fast as I can, before the greedy cats get it all.”

Summer passed.  Fall came and, along with the colder temperatures, a flu-bug went through our farm.  Some of our cows ended up with very loose manure and so did some of our cats, including the Cat-of-a-Different-Color.  About the only thing to do in such a situation on a dairy farm is to wait it out and make sure there is plenty of fresh air.  Our cows mostly got over it and so did most of our cats.

About five days ago our youngest daughter noticed the unhealthy Cat-of-a-Different-Color and brought her in the house basement for some tender, loving care.  But the cat had little or no appetite and continued to decline physically. The third day in the house, I tried feeding her some liver from the chickens we had recently butchered.  She ate it right down.

So yesterday and today I incorporated feeding the Cat-of-a-Different-Color as a part of my morning routine.  That routine includes starting a fire in our wood-burning furnace and studying my Bible as I tend the fire.  Both of these last two mornings, I fed the Cat-of-a-Different-Color after starting the fire in the furnace.  Then I sat down on my bench to study my Bible.

The cat barely able to walk by this time, got up from its bed by the furnace, walked onto my rug, snuggled down next to my slipper, and laid its head against my foot.  Now maybe she did that because my feet were warmer than the floor, but I know it was warmer by the furnace than by my feet.  I think she was showing me appreciation for my efforts to help.  It was her way of saying, “Thank you for trying,” even though she had little strength remaining.  She died a few hours later.

What are we in comparison to God?  We are weak, insignificant little creatures who “appear for a little time and then vanish” (James 4:14).  Yet He reached down to help us.  What is our response to His grace and mercy?  Is it to whine and complain as if to say, “Is that all I get?”  Or is it to smugly say, “I deserve all those good things.”  What Jesus wants is for us to curl up next to His feet ( Luke10:39)  as a way to tell Him,  “Thank you for all you have done for me.”  Then we, too, should truly be a Cat-of-a-Different-Color.

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Thanksgiving Day Questions

pilgrim sculpture, pumpkin, thanksgiving, holiday decoration,World Book Dictionary says, “Thanksgiving Day: a day set apart as a holiday on which to give thanks for God’s kindness during the year.  In the United States, Thanksgiving Day is the fourth Thursday in November and commemorates the harvest feast of the Pilgrims in 1621…”

How would you give thanks to someone for every act of kindness he has shown you throughout the year?  Would you:

  • Bake a cake?
  • Have friends and relatives over to show him or her your thanks?
  • Watch football together?
  • Indulge in rich foods and then take a nap?
  • Take a few seconds in quiet to say thank you?
  • Go to a parade?

Would all of this be a sufficient way to thank that person

If someone wanted to thank you for all of your kindness for the year, would that gratify you?  Is there anything missing in these ways of thanking someone?

How about:

  •  A heart-felt time of relating to one another, expressing your love and appreciation  
  • Calling attention to some specific ways that one has been so kind
  • If that one has asked you to do something for them, would you do it?  
  • Tell that person that you noticed what he  did

Think about it.  Thanksgiving Day is more than a few seconds long.  How can you make Thanksgiving day more meaningful for the One who is worthy of your thanks?

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