I had my sights set on Nelly, our bottle baby, becoming our next milker, because she's so lovable, friendly, and agreeable. But she never calved. She might calve this year. She might be agreeable. She might have enough milk for her calf and us. She might not.
I wanted milk. I did not want a Holstein, which I could buy any day at the auction. They're very common around here. Those udders are just too intimidating for me though. How many hours would it take to hand milk a Holstein? And then what would I do with ALL THAT MILK? Nope, too much. I was leaning toward a jersey, Guernsey, or a Canadienne. I've seen each breed at the auction from time to time, so knew they were available in our area.
A couple of months ago I started searching in earnest. I placed an ad on Kijiji, started talking to farmers, searched the online sale boards. I had one guy in Sarnia offer me a jersey. Sarnia! That's only about a ten hour drive.
Yesterday I was going to stay home and
I so wanted to buy a couple of piglets. There were about thirty that came through the auction, from kitty cat to nearly ready to butcher size. Most of them were male. I sat on my hands. I really have no place suitable for raising piglets until we lose a couple feet of snow. Now watch, I won't be able to find any in the spring.
And Mildred. I named her before I bought her. It was early. Hardly anyone there. She was all alone in a stall. I talked to her for a bit. She mooed at me.
She's a little thin. I don't think she's very old. First calf maybe? Or second?
After the auction strangers started coming up to us and telling us what a good cow we bought. That's never happened before! One lady told us she had three jerseys from the same farm as Mildred. She knows the people who owned them. They sold Mildred because she produces TOO MUCH MILK for their dairy line! This lady has the jerseys raising other calves, two to three at a time. She says they're great adoptive mothers.
I am declaring this the official first day of spring. I am going to ignore the snow that is currently falling, the snow that is forecast for the next three days, and the bitter north wind that is blowing. I have babies and a cow to milk. It is spring.