Lessons of a Livestock Intern

Photo taken by Kevin Breen as he calls the cows in from the pasture.

by Kevin Breen, Livestock Intern

So far, my experience at the Accokeek Foundation has been quite eventful. I’ve learned to deal with a rooster who has made it his personal goal to attack me whenever I enter the barnyard,  the surprise of discovering a black snake hiding in the dark chicken coop while gathering eggs, and then there’s MG, a heifer who strives to make halter training as difficult as possible.

Having worked with livestock for several years, these incidents are not all that uncommon to me.  Animals behave as one would expect them to–sometimes unpredictably.  Take Bliss for instance. This small heifer is always the first one to greet me when I call the calves from the pasture. With a grain bucket in hand, I lead them back to the barn as Bliss runs up behind me, trying to get the grain before we even reach the barn.

I love waking up each morning, with the dew still on the grass and the sun’s warm rays beaming down. I wouldn’t trade my job at the Accokeek Foundation for anything. Polly has imparted a lot of her knowledge to me so far when it comes to farming.  I hope to walk away from this experience a bit wiser than when I first arrived.

Share

Memoirs of a Dairy Princess Celebrating National Dairy Month

by Polly Festa, Livestock Manager

Have you herd heard? June is National Dairy Month, and as a former Herkimer County First Alternate Dairy Princess and New York Jersey Queen, this month evokes fond memories of trying to figure out how to get chocolate ice cream stains out of my sash. In Upstate New York, almost every county has a Dairy Promotion Board. Though one of the many things we did to promote the benefits of dairy was to hold ice cream socials, we also went to area schools to teach about dairy products and farming.  Times have not changed since my teenaged years; now, far away from my home county of Herkimer, New York, I still am an “ambassador” for Dairy.

Born in December 2011, "Bliss" is one of the season's additions to the Milking Devon herd preserved by the Accokeek Foundation

I am thrilled to be able to continue teaching people about the dairy industry and the small role that the Accokeek Foundation plays in it. By preserving American Milking Devons, the Foundation helps preserve the gene pool of all dairy cattle. While we don’t milk our cattle here at the Foundation, some of our gals are destined to become a family milk cow. (I know of a family farm in Sharon Springs, New York that is cross breeding with Devons to create the perfect grass-based dairy herd.)

In honor of Dairy Month, here are some fun facts for you to share about dairy (make a game out of it and see if anyone in your family can answer any of these!):

  • An average cow produces about 350,000 glasses of milk in her lifetime.
  • To get the same amount of calcium provided by 1 quart of milk, you would have to eat 3.5 pounds of peas, 27 oranges, or 50 slices of whole wheat bread.
  • A cow has 4 stomachs and 24 teeth.
  • Milk is better for cooling your mouth after eating spicy food than water because of the protein casein; it cleanses the taste buds.
  • A gallon of milk weighs 8.59 pounds.
  • It takes 10 pounds of milk to make one pound of cheese.
  • Vanilla is America’s favorite ice cream flavor.
  • Americans eat the equivalent of 10 acres of pizza every day!

And it wouldn’t be Dairy Month with out sharing a classic Dairy Princess specialty…

The MAGIC COW!!

Take one cup of cold milk;

add two heaping teaspoon’s of your favorite sweetened Kool Aid mix;

stir, and voilà you have a magic cow! Enjoy.

Flickr photo by gregg_koenig

Share

The Story of Three Little Pigs

by Polly Festa

Last week I trekked all the way to West Virginia. “Why?” You may ask. Well, our good ol’ friend, the Red Baron (aka: the rather large, reddish coated Ossabaw hog in the barnyard) was purchased by another breeder, and in exchange, we purchased three young Ossabaw piglets–two girls and a boy.

new Ossabaw hog piglets at the National Colonial Farm

Three Little Pigs, All Warm and Cozy

The proper terms for female and male piglets are gilt and boar, respectively. A gilt is a young female pig who has not had a litter of piglets. A boar is any uncastrated male pig. These newest additions to the farm’s Ossabaw hog breeding program are just wee little piggies of about four months. The boar is red and black–a rare color pattern in Ossabaw hogs. The gilts are black and white, and white and black. In about 6 to 7 months, these gals and guy should be ready to breed. But, for now, these babies are enjoying the good life with all the food they can eat and a nice warm heat lamp to keep away the winter chill.

Currently, the piglets are being housed inside the Livestock barn and can be seen with a guidance of a Foundation staff member. And while at first they were a little skittish around humans, with the help of staff and other barnyard visitors they’re getting over this fear. I am really excited and looking forward to getting to know these new additions to the Accokeek Foundation Livestock family!

(For more information about the Accokeek Foundation Livestock Breeding Program, please email or call Polly.)

 

Share

The Hog Blog: A Hog’s-Eye View of Twilight Tales

by Sally

The haunted farm house--complete with frightening Jack-o-Lantern.

Rocky and I have the best hog’s-eye view of our favorite event on the National Colonial Farm: Twilight Tales. The freak snowstorm that blew through Maryland last weekend postponed the annual event, which celebrates Halloween with a haunted farm house and frightening encounters with ghouls, ghosts, and otherwise lost souls from Colonial Maryland. But what a night it turned out to be!

My finely tuned ears picked up the sounds of songs and stories from the fishing pier, just as the sun set over Mount Vernon. My only request to fabulous storyteller Ann Ramsey—which she honored—was that her spooky stories not include any references to hog killing or pork barbecue. When I saw the boiling cauldron hung over the fire pit near the field that we call home, I got a little nervous. Fortunately, nothing went into the pot (nothing earthly, that is).

Just one of the lost souls that haunts Colonial Maryland.

Visitors seemed in a hurry to leave the haunted farm house, and I can’t blame them. I heard tell of scary sounds coming from the attic and closet, a ghostly little girl who laughed to herself in the corner of the hall, and an animated corpse who sat straight up in bed! But when visitors arrived at the tobacco house, they lingered, as one strange character after another emerged from the barn to discuss just how and why they were executed. When these ghosts began to search for dance partners in the crowd, everyone scurried away, only to be spooked by a woman locked in a gibbet, begging to be let out. (My boyfriend, Tim “Cute Blacksmith” Buckley, made the very cool—if a bit frightening—gibbet). Then, out of the Tavern of Lost Souls, burst Matt Mattingly as two-time murderer-turned-innkeeper, tasked with the chore of introducing the “soul”mates he is stuck serving. The candlelit trip down Cedar Lane wasn’t entirely absent of ghosts, but we were able to make it back to reality. It was a squealin’ good time—although next year, I want a starring role.

Share

Hog Blog: Blue Ribbon Calves in Charles County

by Lorelei and Jujubee

Left to Right: Jujubee, Polly, Lorelei, and Polly’s Mom, Mary Lynn

Hi, my name is Lorelei. I am 9 months old. In human years that’s like being 9 years old. I was the Best of Show Dairy Female at the Charles County Fair.

Hey, Blog Hog, What about me! I am Jujubee, and I am 10 months old. I was the first place Fall Calf at the Charles County Fair. My sister, Lorelei, and I won the best two head any age class too.

Ladies, it is not nice to call each other names. – Sally

Sorry, Sally

Sorry, Sally

At the Fair we saw many interesting things. Like all the exhibit buildings. My favorite building was the 4-H building, because Polly told me that the Human Calves made or grew everything in the Building.

My Favorite building was the animal Barns, because of all the cute boys. My least favorite was “Lenny’s Ethnic Sausage.”  They had every type of sausage going, Polly told me not to worry about it, but it made me sad. So Polly bought us ice cream at Antietam Ice Cream. It was good, even if it was made with Jersey, not Devon, milk.

Poor Baby, I’m glad Polly was there to comfort you. – Sally

I liked when the Chick-Fil-A Cow came over for a visit. I was getting clipped (my hair done) and my horns polished for the show when she came up. Polly offered to clip her, too, and polish her horns.  I think Polly did a beautiful job getting us ready for the show.

Yeah, me too! I thought the wood carvers were cool. They are building a merry-go-round. They even let the little human calves help. I think Polly liked the tractor exhibits best.

The Fair was fun. I hope Polly takes us next year.

Yeah, I had fun too. I heard Polly saying that she was taking us next year. Below are some photos that Polly took for us to add to our album. More photos can be seen by clicking here.

Polly's Favorite Tractors

One of Lorelei's "cute boys"

Wood carver and "human calf"

Share

The Hog Blog: It’s National Cow Appreciation Day!

by Sally Harry

Aww, how can you say no to that face? Harry the Red Devon steer, 2011

Harry, the Red Devon steer, aka "Lisa's Boyfriend"

National Cow Appreciation Day, eh? Who could’ve imagined such a day existed?! Well, that Sally sure has been hamming it up around here, so I say moooove over, it’s about time I had my moment to shine!

It’s a bright and sun-shiny day at the National Colonial Farm, which means there will be lots and lots of visitors–from people fishing and children smiling to folks strolling around with their dogs. I simply love it when people visit, and I can’t think of a better way to appreciate me, er, I mean the cattle. So the next time you’re here, come find me and say hello. I’m usually grazing about in the fields around the National Colonial Farm, along Cedar Lane… I promise not to lick ya (hoofs crossed).

And since I’m not a “hog”, I’ll introduce ya to a few of my cattle friends here:

Red Devon Ox at the National Colonial Farm

This is Rocky… or is it Bullwinkle? I can never tell these big guys apart.

Milking Devon Cattle Keeping Cool on a Hot Summer Day

Now, this fellow is just showing off.

Cherry and Calf, Red Devon Cattle

This is Miss Cherry and her young calf.

Red Devon Milking Calves, Summer 2010

The youngin’s from last summer. Hey! Save some for me.

Hello Harry!

Whoop! That’s me. Well, until next time my friends.

Share

The Hog Blog: Sally welcomes a newcomer to the farm

by Sally

There’s a new animal at the farm that has everyone aflutter: a horse named “Lady.” Livestock manager Polly is the proud owner of Lady.  I experienced a brief period of jealousy at the addition of a tall, gorgeous female with long legs in the field across from me, but I got over it when I learned how nice Lady is. One day after the gates were closed at the National Colonial Farm, I sauntered over to interview Lady (Polly thinks she has me “contained” with that electric fence – Ha! I scoff at your electric fence.).

Me:  (in my best Jerry Lewis imitation)   Hey, Lady!

Lady: Sally, I’m glad you came to visit.

Me : (returning to my own throaty, sultry pig voice) I thought I’d interview you for my famous “Hog Blog.”  I’m hoping that if I spice up my column with some celebrity interviews, I might have a chance at syndication.

Lady: I’m flattered you think of me as a celebrity.

Me: Honey, if you live at the National Colonial Farm, you are certainly a celebrity. We don’t take any riff raff here.

Lady: I’m happy to be able to spend more time near Polly, and I’ve really been enjoying getting to know all the folks at the farm.

Me: I know it isn’t polite to ask a woman her age, but just between us girls, how old are you?

Lady : I am 12 years young, my dear, and not ashamed to admit it.

Me: What kind of horse are you?

Lady: I am a Morgan Friesian Cross, a very specific dutch breed. I am very proud of my heritage.

Me: And can you share any juicy tidbits about your life?

Lady: Only that I feel like the luckiest horse on earth. My previous owners in upstate New York were not very kind. Then Polly came along and rescued me and made me feel like a part of her family. And then she recently brought me here and I feel like I am apart of a bigger family – with cows, and sheep and beautiful hogs, like yourself.

Me: Oh, you’re making me blush.  One last question:  I’ve heard my sweetie, Matt Mattingly, calling you “Snip.” What’s that about?

Lady: Funny you should ask. I was wondering the same thing, when I heard Matt explaining it to some visitors. Apparently, the scenario for the National Colonial Farm was developed after real tobacco farmers, The Bolton Family. This family had a horse named Snip and he knows this because Snip was left to the Bolton’s daughter in their will – pretty interesting stuff. So, like most people on the National Colonial Farm I am playing a character too – just not while wearing one of those colonial outfits.

Me: Lady, I know you’re new to this celebrity business, so I’m just going to give you a little advice I give all of my protégés: ask for more perks.

Share

The Hog Blog: Sally’s Film Debut

Sally and Rocky get in on the action
by “Sally”

I have to say I’m a little “p.o.’d” (piggy offended) that no one told me about the film shoot that happened last Tuesday. The first I knew of it was when I was waking up from a nap (a girl has to get her beauty sleep) and heard someone yelling my name. Now I get this all the time. My notoriety has spread far and wide, and fans often drop by to say hello. Well, it turns out that it was a 9-year old actress waving some grass around. I finally pieced together what was happening from snippets of conversation.  Laila had been on a tour with my own Matt Mattingly, learning about geography and colonial history in this part of Maryland, and meeting my gal pal Tricia, who was in costume for the occasion. It was the end of shooting, so I didn’t have time to even powder my nose.  After they left, Matt said, “Wasn’t that little girl cute as a button?” I went into a piggy pout — no, it was more hog hysterics. “Why didn’t you tell me? I should been a main feature instead of a mere afterthought!” All he said was, “Oh Sally, don’t get your bristles in a bunch. The final film will be all of five minutes, and my guess is that you’ll make the cut. You always do.”

So, my adoring fans, I will keep you posted. And if there are any feature film producers out there looking for a sassy hog, come by and see me some time.

Sassy Sally

Share

The Hog Blog: A Hog’s-Eye View of Children’s Day

by “Sally”

Rocky and Sally on the National Colonial Farm.

When word came down that this year’s Children’s Day would be celebrating the life and work of colonial apprentices, I got a little nervous. Schoolchildren on field trips to the National Colonial Farm are always asked, “What are pigs used for?”—which is followed by a lot of talk about ham and bacon. I was relieved to hear that the apprentice activities planned for “How Things Were Made: Colonial Apprentice” were things like blacksmithing, woodworking, and churning butter. There was no mention of anything involving pork.

I asked Tricia, our Coordinator of Public Programs, if she wanted me to do anything special during the Accokeek Foundation’s annual event. She said, “Well, Sally, it would be really nice if you didn’t spend the whole day napping.” Napping? What does she take me for? A lazy pig? I was about to utter a snide retort, when she added, “After all, you are our star attraction.” Ah, well. She had a point.

A.J. was the first apprentice to run by the pigpen, intent on getting to the blacksmith station. When he stopped by to visit me later, he proudly displayed the S-hook he had crafted with help from my secret flame, blacksmith Tim Buckley, who taught his apprentices the origin of the phrase, “Strike while the iron is hot.” Don’t you just love a man in colonial britches?

Planting tobacco at this year's Children's Day.

All afternoon, the sweet smell of Johnnycakes spread with fresh-churned butter wafted over from the kitchen and the shouts of children playing colonial games echoed out from the Tobacco Yard. It was a fabulous day of fun at the farm. And, though I am a star attraction, please know that the fame has not gone to my head. I am very approachable, and I love having visitors (as do the rest of the farm’s menagerie). You can come see us each and every day—it’s fun, and free!

P.S. Inky, that teenybopper sheep, is now being mentored by Yours Truly. And if you are wondering who that woman is with the lamb following her everywhere, it’s not Mary, but Polly, our new Livestock Manager.

Share

The Hog Blog: An Encounter With Inky

by “Inky”

Inky is one of the Foundation's friendliest Hog Island Sheep.

With her photograph in a book and her bristles in what seems like everyone’s business, Sally thinks she’s such a star. But that Ossabaw Hog isn’t the only animal at the Accokeek Foundation. There are Dominique Chickens, Milking Red Devon Cattle, and—more importantly—Hog Island Sheep like me!

Our entire flock of 20 sheep was shorn last month. In and out of the shearer’s station we went, in preparation for warmer weather. Of course, the new buzz cuts suit some of us (let’s be honest: me) more than others. And last weekend I even heard from several members of the Stitch ‘n Time Club that my wool—so soft, so white, so easy to spin—is going to be woven into an afghan. Not a scarf, not a pair of stockings, but an afghan! All of the compliments the club members gave me sure were nice. Now they just have to learn that I’d much prefer a scratch under the chin.

This is my first spring on the National Colonial Farm. First spring ever, really, as I was only born in July. But I can see why the other animals love this season so much. Grass-eating and field-frolicking and shady-spot-under-a-tree-sleeping now make up much of my day. And there has been a huge jump in admirers—I mean, visitors—to the site. I have noticed that the newborn lambs get a lot of the attention, but I think our visitors can recognize a teen dream when they see one!

Share