Raw Milk Crackdown

Don’t know about the rest of you, but I sure feel safer knowing the Feds are out there working hard to protect us from … Amish famers trafficking in “raw milk in final package form for human consumption.”

“They came in the dark, shining bright flashlights while my family was asleep, keeping me from milking my cows, from my family, from breakfast with my family and from our morning devotions, and alarming my children enough so that the first question they asked my wife was, ‘Is Daddy going to jail?’”

That’s how Amish farmer Dan Allgyer described an early morning visit last week from two FDA agents, two U.S. Marshals, and a Pennsylvania state trooper. Apparently, investigating a single farmer for possibly trafficking raw milk across state lines requires a show of force.

The full story is here:
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Kind of makes you wonder how the human race survived for so many thousands of years, drinking this unpasteurized poison, without an FDA to shield us from it.

And definitely makes me glad we own our own dairy animals.

Our Intrepid Hen

The intrepid Buff Orpington hen continues to do an excellent job. She’s been taking her brood of seven chicks all over the barn, and has been letting little stand in her way. The chicks, for their part, are sticking close and not getting lost. (We’ve not had such good luck in the past with ducklings).

This morning, she had the brood all the way up a slope, in front of the barn. It was windy and chilly this morning, but the large red wall and southern exposure made for a nice little heat island. How she knew to take her chicks there, I’ll never figure out. And she’s had them there all morning, scratching around looking for food (yes, I put some feed down for them as well).

There’s nothing quite like walking back and forth from my office building to the house, and looking over at the barn and seeing this:

Next up, we’re going to give some goslings to a broody goose and see what happens. We’ve been getting the goslings off to a good start under heat lamps and with high protein feed, but I’d like to get them out in the next week or so. That should make for some interesting video, so stay tuned.

Another Brood

We’ve had a few Buff Orpington hens go broody lately (in addition to the one that insisted on hatching a clutch of eggs last fall). Given that we’ve got eggs coming out our ears, I figured there was no harm in allowing them to set.

Note to readers who are learning about/taking up farming in preparation for civilizational collapse, or who simply want to hatch their own chicks: Buff Orpingtons are a wonderfully self-sufficient breed. We’ve found them to be excellent setters and mother hens.

Broody #1 started hatching her chicks a few days ago, and yesterday took her chicks for their first stroll off the nest. I checked on her last night, and she had all seven of her chicks safely under her wings; there is really nothing quite like listening to the deep, reassuring clucks that a hen makes to her brood in a darkened barn.

Today, she took all of them for an outdoor adventure:

She quickly found a spot where Little Brother spilled some grain, and had the chicks getting their first good meal. I’m just glad the spilled feed didn’t go to waste. Then she took them into a weedy/overgrown area between the barn and the garage.

I managed to shoot a brief, low-tech video. (It’s the very first one I’ve uploaded to YouTube.) My sense was that a still photo wouldn’t give the full sense of how fascinating a mother hen’s behavior is. She clucks constantly, and is constantly pointing out new food, and scratching to uncover new food. And watch the way the chicks respond to her!

About five minutes after I shot this, she seemed to have decided the chicks had been exposed to the 55 degree temps for long enough. Like a football quarterback, she called a huddle — and all of them found their way back under her feathers. No telling how long she’s going to sit out there before scratching around again. But she’s picked a safe spot for the huddle; it’s in a corner, and she has a full view of everything approaching.

Hard to think of any place better for homeschooling than a farm is. We never run out of real life education here.

Animal Welfare

I started out posting this as a follow-up comment to a thoughtful comment that reader Sara left on a recent post. But the longer I typed, the more I realized that the issue deserved its own post.

The original post concerned the procedure we used to remove the horns from one of our rams. The horns were beautiful, but curling badly into his face and were beginning to crush his skull. Had we left them in place, his death would’ve been only a matter of time.

Sara remarked:

It is totally okay if you don’t publish this comment, but I have to say that although you seem to be genuinely concerned with the high welfare of your animals, I find this appalling. To perform such an extreme procedure without pain control, sedation, cautery, or veterinary supervision is the stuff of nightmares. My heart breaks for that ram.

I’ll start by saying: I publish pretty much every comment that is respectful and not spam. I appreciate every thoughtful observation, including those offered in a spirit of fraternal correction. Those are usually the best, anyway.

I completely understand these concerns, and want to assure all readers that we’re very solicitous of our animals’ welfare and comfort.

I can assure you that this method of horn removal is not as extreme as it looks. When we lived in IL, and had a large animal vet nearby, he came to our farm and did the exact same procedure with exactly the same type of tools on more than one occasion. Sara raises a good point, however, and I wonder if a sedative of some sort may have been in order this time. I do think it would’ve caused the ram less stress. That said: keep in mind that for dominant male animals such as this one, the primary source of stress is not being in control, and being tied up/dominated by a different Alpha. The horns themselves are not loaded with nerve endings, and cutting through them doesn’t cause the animal the kind of pain that — say — amputating a leg would cause. Our Illinois vet used sedatives and pain medications in every instance where it was appropriate. He did not judge horn removal to be such an instance. We didn’t hesitate to proceed without them, either.

This is a good example, I think, of a procedure which does cause some discomfort for the animal — but which is necessary, and without it the animal would face a far worse fate. I probably waited longer than I should have to cut these horns off, as I wanted to see if they’d really press into his skull and threaten his welfare. At this year’s shearing, it became clear we’d reached the end of the line and it had to be done. And as noted in a follow-up post, the ram is now thriving.

This is also an example of the practical realities of what many small farmers must do given the vanishing number of large animal vets these days. The nearest one to us here is many miles away, and must cover a very wide territory. Having a nearby vet is one of the things we miss most about our Illinois farm. The few large animal DVMs remaining tend to specialize in large dairy operations, etc. As you may imagine, bringing a a far-away large animal DVM to a farm like ours quickly becomes cost prohibitive. The ones that specialize in dogs and cats simply won’t do it. Our sheep shearer has performed this same procedure many times (including on some of our other sheep, on other occasions), and has learned to do it as quickly and effectively as possible. We had no hesitation about asking her to do it for us this time.

Again, I appreciate the comment from Sara. I hope this post helps clarify things for all.

Remember Piglet?

Over a year ago, I posted the story of Piglet the Goat Kid. I hadn’t wanted to save him when he contracted pneunomia, but Mrs Yeoman Farmer and the YFCs insisted on nursing the poor little guy back to health (and took him to the vet).

Piglet grew up, and became a strong adult goat (though, as you can see by looking at the original post, he lost his cuteness really fast). Unfortunately, he didn’t have really great breeding genetics. And he was definitely a “beta” male in the herd. We decided it would make sense to cull him. So, today, over a year after MYF and the YFCs deomonstrated they had the right instincts, we took Piglet to the butcher.

Here he is with Homeschooled Farm Girl, just before we loaded him into the truck:

I’m glad to eat crow on this one. And even gladder to be able to eat goat.

Don’t Mess with Lucy

Lucy Goosie, that is!

One of our White Embden females has gone broody in the last week, so we began collecting goose eggs from the other females which were still laying. She’d made a nest in a secure location, and was hissy as all get-out about keeping people away from it, so we were confident about giving her some eggs to hatch.

Here she is, under the barn steps, defending to the death the eight eggs we’ve given her.

Just don’t get close to her. That long neck can reach a lot longer than you’d think. And she’s got one powerful set of jaws.

Don’t ask me how I found out.

Dilemma Cut Down

As noted in a recent post, we had to cut the horns of Dilemma, our breeding ram. Just to give a quick update: his bandages are off, and he’s doing very well. And fortunately still getting the respect of the rest of the flock.

I just hope those horns weren’t too distracting for him last fall. We’ve only had five ewes deliver, and on shearing day it wasn’t even clear that the other four had been bred. Granted, one of those four is very old. And one is a yearling. But there’s no reason the other two shouldn’t be obviously pregnant.

So…we’ll see.