I took a few extra seconds to grab just a couple of pictures at work today. We begin in the dark:

An hour later I've finished milking the first 21. The last three get milked separately because they are still in colostrum. Its about 7 a.m. I'm standing in the parlor pit, looking out, a reverse view of the dark one above. Cleaning all the manure you see on the ground is something I'll do later---likely, the last thing before I leave. Manure is a low priority behind feeding, cleaning, and training heifers.

Here is beautiful baby Gorgeous, in the middle, with two of her hutch mates waiting for me to bring them warm milk from their mamas. They can all drink from their own nipple buckets, except that new girl on the far left. She still gets a bottle. She's only two days old.

These are 25 yearling heifers. Sometimes I get to drive that golf cart amongst them, delivering grain. When that happens they get very excited, because they know I have their grain but also because the golf cart is super weird to them. They hop and buck all around me, like popcorn swarming.

This is 112. We're training her to walk through the milking parlor without feeling afraid. She has yet to set one hoof inside. Today was her first day to try. I tied her there, set some grain down as an enticement, and moved far back to let her get used to the door way, the sloping floor, the presence of walls, rails, and a roof. Having older cows come back in through the out door helped her relax. I'm sorry I haven't memorized her name yet. She's due to calve in a few weeks for the first time.

"You want me to do what now?"

 A reassuring kiss from a friend is helpful.

 "I promise, its really okay. That step isn't nearly so far down as it looks."

 Well, maybe tomorrow.... Good first try, girl!

I stood in the dark outside the creamery with the phone and said to my boss, "Glory had her baby, they're safe, I'll start milking the mamas." Later my boss showed up in the dairy parlor and said, "You said Glory had her baby. But you didn't tell me that little heifer calf is SO CUTE!" I doubt this job ever gets too old. Everyday is something new. Today, Glory's little spotted calf. We moved her to the hutches with the other calves in a garden cart.

This afternoon my daughter made dinner, my son figured out how to replace our front door knob, and I swept out our house--with all the windows and doors open. Its sixty two degrees and there is a significant amount of snow on the ground. I've never seen that before.

I spent the afternoon wondering what kinds of things are most important to learn. So many kids graduate from high school without the slightest clue how to do real things: use a knife, cook a meal, fix broken things, harvest food, manage money, speak their mind, know their hearts...

 Truth! The Big Lie About Student Achievement ~Monica Bauer

"The Big Lie is all about extrinsic motivation; getting the grade to prove something to somebody else. Grades become stand-ins for self-worth. Everything we know about teaching and learning revolves around this one true thing: real education only occurs with intrinsic motivation, a desire to learn just because of a student's passion for the subject. Everything else is crap that lives in a student's brain just barely long enough to pass a test."

There was an unexpected newborn heifer calf standing among all the Big Mommies in the barn when I flipped on the light out there at 5 a.m. today. Got to lift and carry my first calf. Always wondered if I could do that. Turns out, I can.

Gave my goaty girls their CDT shots and brand new collars today. They took it well and they look spiffing. I always feel afraid to give shots. Its always so much easier than I remember. Clove is bagging up fast.

Fear of giving shots kept me from going for a nursing degree. How sad is that? If I'd gotten a nursing degree, it would have been a Masters of Midwifery. Held back by THE EASIEST THING.

H spent 4 hours volunteering with an organization that refurbishes computer parts into new computers for kids living in poverty. He felt unqualified to do more than clean screens. So that's what he offered to do and he was pretty bored the whole time. Next time I bet he chooses more interesting tasks. Yeah, it will require some training. But all the interesting stuff in life always does.

I'm reading my way through all four of John Green's novels. Which feels important and timely, as the mother of unschooling teenagers.

From Paper Towns

"It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined."

"But imagining being someone else, or the world being something else, is the only way in. It is the machine that kills fascists."

We just had a big snow storm. Ice was forecast, and I prepared for ice, but we didn't see much of that and never lost power. Finally, the snow I promised my little children when we moved back here from Texas, arrived! And the kids, 7 years older now, were....kinda "meh." They played in some snow. They did a little sledding. Mostly, they ate and slept and spent their days doing what they normally do---reading, talking to friends online, playing games, helping around the house. R made cookies and special chocolates for Valentines Day. H helped his Dad built the goats a new stanchion. The stanchion, just in time because I need a way to restrain the mama goats for their vaccinations and hoof trims, which we need to do before their kids begin arriving. In the next few weeks, I think.

Note to self: need gloves and boots for kids and Dad. How can a mini-farm be lacking boots?! Also, its okay to go ahead and dump the extra 200 gallons of water stashed all over the house in case of power loss. Temps forecast in the 60s for later this week.

I had to climb a high fence with a power drill and some baling twine to secure plywood over the top rails at work last week. Sitting up there, making extra shelter for the calves in case of ice, it occurred to me: I love my job. Earlier that same day, I got one foot stuck between five panicked pigs. That's not a good situation, but even in that moment, it occurred to me how much I love my job. Its dirty dangerous gorgeous fun hard work. Calving season has started. Spring is on the way.

H decided to build himself a weight bench. Found the plans, researched the materials, and built that thang. Very cool. Weigh to go! (ha, sorry)