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“I don’t want to be sustainable. It’s not who I am. It’s not what this little farm is about.”
Strategizing is a skill you use when all else fails or if the problem looks to be too big.
When I came here, the farm was a mess. I knew what I was taking on – including the state of the soil.
“How extraordinary,” I thought as I watched the wind gusts swing the backing gate across the dairy shed yard.
Men love to keep tough things a mystery … and the way we ladies have been ‘conditioned’ to be semi-hopeless, hopeless, or drastically hopeless is a matter of the situation or the man’s ego.
Well, pregnancy testing is over. Thank goodness. Anxiety dissipates as the verdict “Pregnant” … “Pregnant” … “Pregnant” exits the vet’s mouth and I add another tick alongside another cow’s name.
Recently I made another one of those proper-dairy-farmer decisions and I changed my whole farming system so that I could supply a specialised GRASS FED milk.
Now, the most dreadful part of getting to know my girls again was the reality that I was a commercial dairy farmer and I had to make THOSE commercial dairy farmer decisions.
Last season was wonderful in terms of reconnecting the old friendships I had with the girls.
One of the best things about the move to the dairy farm was getting to know my lovely cows again.
Becoming a South Islander had a few problems … or should I put that as ‘becoming a North Cantabr
In the meantime, while this was all going on, I was trotting back up to the North Island on a reasonably regular basis to care for my little farmlet up there.
The girls thought they had died and gone to heaven, and making the decision to go “Once a Day” was part of it.
The rest of the season melded into a blur and, looking back, I realise how much the wonderful people around me became a gift that saved the farm from the disasters that might have happened.
And so my first season began. With high hopes and heaps of enthusiasm, I launched headlong into what turned into a series of nightmares.
My head was exploding. People who know about stuff seem to be so willing to part with and share their knowledge.
The fourth 'Letter from Middelmost Dairy Farm'. I had to make the North to South move as simple and as smooth as possible otherwise I knew I was going to crumple before the trek had even begun.
Letters from Middelmost Dairy Farm. To have good people around you is essential and, in this matter, I was blessed.
And so the scramble began. First things first … I needed to sort the cows out as they had been dried off and were nearly ready to move to their next lease location.