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We just had a great visit with Matt at the Brookline Teen Center. Brookline… here we come! Pending site is up and ready. Let's launch next week! HOMEbrooklineteencenter.orgThe Brookline Teen Center's mission is to provide a
Who's ready for another auction announcement? How about 2 Grand Tasting Tickets to the Boston Wine Expo 2014 on Sunday, February 16th? Whether you’re a fan of Pinot Noirs, Pinot Grigios, Chardonnays or Cabernets, you’ll find
Chris Douglass and the crew from @AshmontGrill just went up on the Hanover St. Side!
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It was Fathers' Day, so the boys took Earl out to a movie and to the new noodle shop in Hanover and I was milking solo. The cows were in a pasture on the hill behind the barn and were waiting at the gate for me when I went out to get them. Except one, who I realized with a sinking heart was Savona, the only cow left to calve this season. But there was no calf around. She didn't look pregnant, had some discharge, but not the typical bit of blood, and was standing on ground that didn't look disturbed. She didn't seem to want to move when I was walking up to her, but when I got there, she trotted right off after the cows. I looked around in all the directions I thought a calf might wander, but there was no sign of anything having walked through the wet grass. I weighed my options and decided to milk. All during milking I asking myself the question I ask whenever we have a dilemma—what do I know? I knew that she was standing alone, had discharge and looked not pregnant. I also knew that Savona came to the barn without protest, wasn’t mooing at the fence, wasn’t leaking milk, and that there wasn’t a calf or any sign of one. Both possibilities were supported by the facts. Hmm. When Earl and the boys came back, I relayed all the relevant information and Earl checked Savona and thought she was empty. They went out to look for a calf. Nothing. I milked Savona, saved the colostrum and finished up. Earl wondered if maybe she had calved the day before, when Harley (8) and Oliver (6) brought the cows in from the last pasture by Field 8. It’s a long ways from the barn and the cows had gotten out into one of the biggest hayfields while they were there, so we spread out in a grid pattern and scoured 30 acres in the failing light. Nothing. So we came back to the house and got ready for bed. I ate the take-out noodles the boys bought me, but I kept doing my frowning-thinking face. I decided to go check in the pasture. I expected to find Savona back at the top of the hill and cut cross lots to check, but there were no small brown cows up high. I made my way back down through the cows, scanning for Savona, but before I could find her, I found a beautiful heifer calf. Savona was still nowhere in sight, which didn’t really matter because I was going to take the cow back to the barn anyway. It was a lovely, quiet night and I crouched down to pet the new calf and listen to the evening birds and the sound of cows tearing off mouthfuls of grass. Which turned out to be stupid because it gave the cows time to figure out out what I was there for, circle up, and make clear that they did not want the calf to leave. I remembered Earl saying that more people are killed by dairy cows than rodeo bulls so I went for reinforcement. Earl came back with me and scooped up the new calf while I created a diversion on the other side of the pasture. The calf was full of milk from nursing and wouldn’t drink the bottle I offered her, so we just wrote down her name (Suvie) on the calendar, and walked back to the house, debating whether she had just been born (she was wet, the cows weren’t interested in her yet, we couldn’t find her) or whether she had been born before milking (Savona was empty, the calf was very energetic and had nursed). I guess if we think about, the list of things we know here isn’t half as long as the list of the stuff we don’t. And so we frown, shrug and move on. Again.