It is that time of year as summer ends and we all have to get back into our routines of school, sports, etc. We are not far from thinking about the holidays (Yikes)!
The students at Cal Poly San Luis Obispo will begin their classes this Monday. It has been reported to me that Chica is doing well and progressing with her pregnancy nicely.
I have been so busy with the start-up of my cheese business, Dairy Goddess Farmstead Cheese, that I have not been able to make a trip over to visit. I do have my “helpers” reporting in regularly. I would like to keep her there until she gives calf because of her past difficulty. I would not want to transport her in her condition.
I do admit that I miss her. I miss her running up to me. I miss her licks! I was as to write a short story about Chica and I and here it is…
Chica and Me!
My name is Barbara Martin. I am a third generation dairy farmer who married a third generation dairy farmer. I have two grown kids that are busy in college and working on our family dairy too.
Living on a dairy we were blessed to have all kinds of pets. You name it we pretty much had it!
My earliest memories growing up are being outside with the cows. Even though I was so very little and I had no fear of these big “ladies”. My dad taught us to respect, care and understand that animals are different from us. We need to respect and care for all animals. He taught us that we are morally obligated to take care of them.
When I got older it was my job to raise the calves.
I can not tell you how many calves I helped to raise to be part of our milking herd.
When we moved our dairy to Lemoore in 2006 from Southern California I decided to raise the calves at our at our dairy (instead of sending them to a separate ranch which would be to compared to humans as a “boarding school”).
In March of 2008, Chica was born. Chica was not born or treated any differently than any of our other calves. (We work very hard to make sure they have the best in comfort, nutrition, and well-being…they are our future).
As she grew and we placed her in the “big-girl” pen with the other calves her age. (We do that at about 60 days old). I noticed that when I fed them grain and hay she would nudge me. She liked to be scratched. She like to nuzzle me. When she saw me she would come running.
This is very unusual for a cow. Cows are not pets in the sense that dogs and cats are. It is not their nature to be social with humans. She is a good little milking cow. She eats and lives with her other cow friends. I have to admit that she touches my heart when she licks me with her little “sand-paper” tongue!
She is now carrying her own calf expected this winter. I am looking forward to meeting her offspring.
Also I am happy to report that last Sunday an article done by Robert Rodriguez of the Fresno Bee was featured in the business section. I have included the link if you would like to read it.
It was thrilling to have so many people come up to me at Farmers Market and ask “Are you the gal in the Fresno Bee article?” It was also great for sales!
Thanks again Bob and the Fresno Bee!