Do you dream of a refrigerator stocked full of homemade butter, cheese, and chocolate milk? Do you hope to supply the milk needs of not just your own family, but your neighbors’ and friends’ families as well? If so, let me first say, “I get it.”
Without a doubt, farm life is the best life. According to the rules of the English language, that sentence is ‘an opinion.’ But, also according to the rules of the English language, ‘ya’ll’ and ‘ain’t’ aren’t words, and ya’ll know that just ain’t true. So, bypassing said rules,
I’m sitting here trying to decide which was worse…the journey to finding the perfect farm dog, or the journey to finding the perfect pig? It’s just too close of a call.
This story is one of the most special stories of my life. It started several years ago, when I began wanting to switch from milking a Dexter cow to a Jersey cow.
I remember the very first garden that Steven and I ever planted. The memory of it is one of my favorites.
Training your family milk cow can be one of those experiences that is overall enjoyable, a bit challenging, and very rewarding. However, so very much of your enjoyment and reward can be lost if you find yourself trying to train a stubborn, skiddish, ornery cow.
Ahhhh yes, the age old question, “Which is better, youth or experience?” Well, if you’re in the market for a dairy cow, it’s definitely worth thinking over.
Being the mother of our family is the most amazing blessing. Our family is nearly indescribable, but I’ll give it a try. My husband, Steven, is the best person I’ve ever known. The Lord has given us seven children in the span of 11 years, and I mean it when
Having a family milk cow is incredibly rewarding and enjoyable.
I have spent years milking both Dexter cows and Jersey cows. In fact, we still have both breeds on our farm. I love them both for a number of reasons.