Farm Share Info

Our Farm Share is members only. There is a yearly fee of $35 to be a member (similar to Costco or Sam’s club). We require a first time Farm visit and get to know one another to make sure you know what your getting, where its coming from, how it was grown, why something was done as well as who grew it for you to put on your dinner plate. The member is able to come to the farm and purchase goods raised or grown on the farm by appointment. It helps us know what to produce, how much to produce and gives us feed back on how we are helping our members consume more nutrient dense foods grown and raised without pesticides and antibiotics.
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To raise a Jersey Bull

Wow, doesn’t seem as though It’s been a week since I last wrote to you all. I have really been thinking hard on Steak. I must caution everyone that read ‘What’s butter got to do with Steak’.  Steak was a 2 year old Jersey Bull. I did talk about hugs and kisses with a Jersey bull. The most notorious breed of Dairy bull to KILL their owners. Yes I said ‘KILL’. They are not to be taken lightly. Bulls are not your friends. They do a necessary farm job, keeping the cows pregnant. There is a country song that says ‘don’t mess with the bull, he can get real mean’, this is very true. So why on earth did I give MY bull hugs and kisses? Because it kept his 1400 pounds of fence destroying, truck totaling, possible human killing machine centered, peaceful and content. Usually a bull is raised at a distance. Always expected to back up and go away when you enter his area. That’s how we raised him, but he also liked contact, so when he was contained or there were 2 of us humans, we allowed him contact. Through his stall fencing.  I would NEVER recommend anyone that didn’t absolutely need to, to keep a bull. My bull keeping is a transient thing. Once Pearl or any other dairy cow I have is confirmed pregnant at the time I want her bred, he is destined for freezer camp. He has only two purposes on this ranch, cover the cows and attend freezer camp as soon as possible thereafter. Steak was raised on pasture by Pearl as a foster. She taught him manners, we reinforced them. We taught him to lead and follow with a halter and lead rope. Be respectful of our space and our pitiful human wants and desires of a bull. He was well mannered even if a bit boisterous. He could have easily let himself out of his stall, the round pen (which he would pick up and move around as he saw fit when he was in it, just for entertainment), the pastures… any time he wanted. I guess we kept him happy enough that he didn’t feel it necessary to exercise his muscle to get what his whims were. He patiently waited his turn as I fed down the barn isle, he gratefully accepted his breakfast, lunch and dinner and late night snack allotments with more grace than his neighboring stallions on occasion. He didn’t complain if I was a bit late with his meals or if the ducks washed their beaks in his water tub and it need to be dumped and cleaned again. Not every bull is terrible, they just have the ability to be incredibly dangerous. What made me think I could raise and keep a bull? Stallions. I have raised, trained and sold more stallions than I can account for.  This gave me the confidence to raise a bull to cover Pearl and the necessary tools and experience to be firm and loving. BUT, bulls are not stallions, not even close.  None the less we did accomplish raising one nice boy to his eventual purposes. We also never for one minute would have hesitated to do what needed to be done at any given moment if it ever became necessary, even if it were a bad time for us to have harvested him, we were ever on our guard around him. Even watering him, I was on the outside of his stall. I had a difficult time getting his half barrel out of his stall one day and he wanted fresh water. I didn’t want to go in with him, I knew it wasn’t safe, being here on the ranch alone more hours a day/week than I care to think about, I couldn’t get it out. It had too much water in it and was too heavy. If I squirted him just a bit with the hose I knew he would back off and go to another corner, but I hated doing that (it really insulted him to be ‘showered’) and it was no guarantee that if I went in his stall to dump his water that he would stay in the other corner, no, he would come over and see if he could help and then maybe want to rub his huge head on me and get some lovin. Which translates to ME getting SQUASHED into the rails and PRESSED on by a huge bull head and all his weight, while he thought he was getting loving, he would effectively be seriously destroying my body like a rag doll. Nope, not this farm girl. But he wanted clean water, what to do? He knew what I was trying to do and he had his own idea of how to get it. He got his top knot under the bottom edge of the barrel and lifted it in the corner against the stall rails and all the way to the top of the 5 foot rails for me to receive, dump, scrub and return with clean water. Well… ok. But I don’t want to go through this again. So I got him a shorter tub that he could push out from under his stall anytime he wanted clean water. I could see from across the barn that it was out of his stall and that was his gracious way of telling me he needed his clean water. Steak, you will always hold a special place in my heart. I’m not sure any other bull I raise will ever be as grand as you were.         Will we raise another, we are at it now.             Your Milk Maid