Spring is calving season for us and it seems just about every day we stumble upon a cow licking the afterbirth from her new baby or supervising cautious first steps. The scene never gets old and we have had over thirty calves born at Briarmoore this year.
John has become quite skilled at tagging the newborn calves even when the mammas don’t seem very happy about it.
Along with the new additions to the herd, we have already seen several thousand baby chicks. We have two groups of chickens on grass and our third group in the brooder. These Spring days fly by and find us welcoming sleep with open arms every evening. Exhausting as they are, I love spending them with my family and am thankful for the learning we are all privileged to receive.
“Why do farmers farm, given their economic adversities on top of the many frustrations and difficulties normal to farming? And always the answer is: “Love. They must do it for love.” Farmers farm for the love of farming. They love to watch and nurture the growth of plants. They love to live in the presence of animals. They love to work outdoors. They love the weather, maybe even when it is making them miserable. They love to live where they work and to work where they live. If the scale of their farming is small enough, they like to work in the company of their children and with the help of their children. ” — Wendell Berry