PARENTS' VISIT

Last weekend my parents came up for a visit and stayed at the local B&B. They jumped right in to Community life helping out with Saturday morning harvest and participating in our Michaelmas celebration. We lucked out with a gorgeous weekend, not quite the height of fall colors (although better than this past weekend, since a big wind storm just disrobed all the trees) and took advantage of it by hiking at Interstate and visiting Stillwater, a nearby city in Minnesota across the river. It was great for me to see them and I know they enjoyed meeting everyone and seeing what my life up here is like. Other fun things included a trip to the winery, Chateau St. Croix, in St. Croix Falls, a delicious 5-course meal Saturday night at their B&B, and picking apples and other veggies for my parents to enjoy back to WFB. Here are some photos to commemorate the weekend.

MICHAELMAS

Julian, as the knight that slay the dragon

Mom trying to guard the dragon treasure against the attack of the villagers

Lilli, me and Hillary

Michaelmas is the feast of the Archangel Saint Michael. The day, September 29^th, falls near the equinox and is associated with the beginning of autumn and the shortening of days. The Archangel Michael is seen as the protector against the dark of night and is the archangel honored for defeating Lucifer in the war in heaven. Our Michaelmas gathering was ce

lebrated with hymns, an impromptu play, and a game of Villagers vs. Dragons (think capture the flag, except the goal was to get the treasure from the dragons), followed by lunch at the community center.

HIKING

Taking a break on the steps down to Osceola Falls

AROUND THE FARM

Dad harvesting potatoes

Pruning hot-house tomatoes

Mom finally got her apples

In Loving Memory

As many of you may already know, my cat, Brutus, was hit by a car the other day and died. I won't say much more, but here's some of my favorite pictures of him I've gathered over the years.

Fall frolicking.

Everyone needs a good hug.

Cuddle time.

Cat nap.

Snooze hounds.

Pretty, pretty princess.

So cute he's almost fake.

Guilt-free fur.

A Christmas jester.

LABOR DAY PHOTOS

Here's the photos from labor day that I finally got my hands on. (Juice making and ice cream social at the Community Center, e.g. the red building)

THE MILKHOUSE

So, even though I spend a considerable amount of time in the barn each week, I realize I still haven’t gone into great detail as to what goes on within its walls. I’m still milking twice a week (now Monday nights and Wednesday mornings) and have barn chores (mucking stalls, fluffing bedding, emptying the drop, feeding) on Wednesday mornings and then whenever someone needs a cover in the evenings. We have mechanized milking units, but milk by hand if a cow needs a teat stripped due to a mastitis infection, so I’m getting a bit of practice with that as well.

A bit about our dairy:

Our milk is certified organic. Our cows are let out to pasture in between milkings and any grass they graze is supplemented with organic hay and grain to boost their diet and milk production. We sell our milk to Organic Valley and while they are required to pasteurize it be

fore distribution to the public all the milk that we consume on site is whole and unpasteurized. It is illegal to sell unpasteurized milk in the state of Wisconsin, so this is only for personal consumption. Our cows are milked twice a day, at 5:30 AM and PM. Currently, we have approximately 30 milkers and another 40 dry cows, including calves and expectant mothers. Cows are usually dried off two months before calving (they are all artificially inseminated, which is another fun story) and once the calf is born it is separated from the mother and she returns to being milked twice a day. All of our calves are bottle-fed. Male calves are sold (for meat, etc.), but we keep the females and they eventually join our milkers after being bred a few years down the line. Cows in a small-scale organic dairy such as ours usually live 15-plus years, giving milk until the end. The average life span for a factory-raised dairy cow is only 2-3 years.

What else… We have four milk machines and it usually takes (me) about two hours to milk all thirty cows if you include set-up and clean-up. Other, more experienced milkers probably only one and a half. Before and after attaching the machine to the cows’ teats we spray them with iodine and wipe them down to prevent both contamination of the milk and infection of their udders. The milk travels up the hoses, through the piping and into our bulk tank, where it is stored and cooled until Organic Valley comes and picks in up, every 3^rd day. The cows are much better mannered in the mornings after a good night’s sleep. Also, in the evenings they are fed as they are being milked, thereby losing any modicum of manners they may have possessed. They move a lot more and are less hesitant about lifting a hoof, so you have to be on your toes.

Friedo, one of the founding members of Community Homestead, is in charge of the barn. He’s from Germany and a very thorough and meticulous teacher. The first few weeks I milked exclusively with him, but now I milk on Wednesday’s with Ryan as well. I do chores with Bruce, Dustin and Steve, three of our life sharers; this involves helping keep them on track and moving them onto the next task while working alongside them.

The hours may not be the most convenient, but I’m finally starting to get a hang of everything and I really do enjoy being with the cows. Additionally, there are a plethora of friendly barn cats that hang around waiting for you to spill milk or throw an errant scratch their way.

UPDATE

So, since my mother will not stop badgering me about writing another entry, I've decided to acquiesce. This entry is going to be picture heavy and we’ll start by going back to two weekends ago, I’ll do my best to remember everything…

This weekend was “Wheels and Wings”, one of the town festivals in Osceola highlighted by old car parades, air shows, and the infamous truck-pull. Friday night we went with a van-full of people to the truck-pull, not really my cup of tea, but a cultural experience in and of itself. However, we were out until 10:30, way past my bedtime.

The next day after Saturday morning harvest I set off for Phillips, WI, a two and half hour drive East of Osceola. My friend Libby was having a going away party with family an

d friends at her dad’s cabin before road tripping cross-country to California to try her hand as an amateur filmmaker. That night we had a bonfire and grilled out. Sunday after a hearty breakfast and some time reading out in the sun we set off on a kayaking adventure. Because of the lack of rain recently the river that runs by their house was too low to kayak so we drove just under an hour to the Flambeau River, which hosts Level 1 and 2 rapids (the easiest). We had a leisurely three-hour kayak trip down river and then ended the weekend with dinner before driving back to Osceola. Libby and her friend Emily followed me home and stayed

the night in order to see the community and help out with the morning harvest before continuing West. All in all, a very fun weekend.

Fast forward to this past weekend (as everything tends to blur together and I can’t remember many details from this past week). Saturday afternoon Tina, another AmeriCorps intern, organized a little hike to Interstate State Park, which lies on the border of Minnesota and Wisconsin and is divided by the St. Croix River. It was a very nice, easy hike with great views and lots of glacialpotholes. We also saw lots of kayakers and rock climbers. We finished up our hike with a walk to the local coffee shop in Taylors Falls, where Tina worked in high school.

Sunday, Oscar’s parents had a lamb roast at their straw-bale timber-frame DIY house in Spring Valley. They have a hobby farm where they raise meat sheep and tend a small garden. They had a lovely gathering of family and friends and lots of delicious food despite the fact that it rained the whole time.

Other highlights of the week include the first hard frost, which induced a night of frantic harvesting and crop covering, the birth of two more calves, and Julian getting chickenpox. We have also had an influx of school groups come to stay a few days at a time. One was a 3^rd grade class from a Waldorf school in Minneapolis and the other is a senior class from the Avalon school. We’ve put them to work harvesting, processing and doing other odd jobs around the farm. The younger kids were especially fun and I got to spend an afternoon making more grape juice with them. Additionally, this Tuesday we had one of the longest afternoons to date in the packing shed getting the CSA boxes ready.

HELLO FALL!

Fall is finally upon us, marked with the season’s first frost, the mowing over of the cornfield, Labor Day, and the start of school for all the kids around here. We also started the squash and apple harvest and the pigs went off to slaughter – mmmmm, bacon!

Monday morning we were greeted with darkness and cold during our 6 AM harvest and everyone kept warm by bundling up and carrying steaming cups of coffee through the fields. And while we didn’t have the whole day off, Labor Day was celebrated with some down time and festivities.

First thing in the morning we got word of a cow giving birth in the barn and made it there in time to see the calf emerging and the cow being a good mama, licking her baby and encouraging him to stand up. (Sorry, I didn’t have my camera with me.) Right now the barn is over-run with calves, with two born on Saturday, and another five in the past two weeks or so, which means I get to add bottle feeding to my list of barn chores.

We got the afternoon off and celebrated with a Labor Day potluck at the community center, the highlights being copious amounts of watermelon and an attempt at making grape juice with some of the kids. I say attempt because ¾ths of the way through the grape pressing Sam, an adorable two-year-old, stepped on the juice bowl, tipping all the contents. Luckily, most everyone found this funny and there was still enough juice left for everyone to have a sampling.

Besides that, not a whole lot is new around here. I’ve finally gotten over my constant exhaustion and slipped into the rhythm of things. Oh, and, I never thought I’d say it again, but here it comes, AmeriCorps Round TWO! I’ve asked and been accepted as an AmeriCorps intern on the farm for the year. Technically, this changes nothing, as my role is still the same. But I’ll be here longer, earn a small stipend and get an education award to put toward grad school at the end of my term. It also means that I’ll have more time to participate in other activities in the community, such as baking bread and working in the wood shop and integrate myself more completely into community life.

WISH ME LUCK!