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Posted 10/8/2018 8:30am by Kinley Coulter.

     Aaaahhhh!   Cool, foggy mornings.  Crisp clear days with warm sun and cool air.  Foliage threatening to explode into color.   


     All we need to complete the perfect fall daydream is a bright orange glass of Coulter Farms’ Pumpkin Spice Drinkable Yogurt.  Back by popular demand, we are planning a limited production run of our world famous (OK, regionally famous…) yogurt drink.

      We would be glad to produce pumpkin yogurt year round, but no-one buys it in September and no one buys it in December… however, in October and November we can’t produce enough of it.  Think 'Pumpkin Pie in a glass'. 

     Please do not try this yogurt if you don’t like pumpkin, because it's loaded chock full of real pumpkin…with a secret blend of pumpkin pie spices, a dash of Certified Organic cane sugar, oodles of live yogurt cultures and, of course, our Certified Organic 100% Grassfed milk, we can’t possibly end up with a bottle of drinkable yogurt that is anything less than spectacular (I want to say that in all humility… :). )


     When the last leaf piles dry up and blow away the pumpkin yogurt will be gone as well… so don’t procrastinate...get some ordered, quick, before the chilly, wet, dreary December weather announces the sad demise of Pumpkin Spice Drinkable Yogurt for 10 more long months.

Posted 9/19/2018 4:58pm by Kinley Coulter.

     A few weeks ago, the family was trying to finish up breakfast and get the day started here at Coulter Farms.  I was gazing, forlornly, into my empty tea mug, knowing that once the tea cup is empty it’s time to get up from the table and fight that day’s alligators.  As fate would have it… the first battle of the day was not with alligators.  

 


     I happened to glance up from the depressingly empty mug, and out the window.  Oh Great, just perfect!  Jersey cows munching contentedly on green grass.  This is not, in itself, an unusual thing… after all, this IS a dairy farm.  What commanded my consternation was that these cows were not in the pasture, but in the yard, and the grass they were munching was my lawn..... not to mention every living thing in our vegetable garden and Rebecca’s flower beds!  

     What started out as several errant cows nosing around the house, quickly turned into an unruly mob of a 20 or more bovine trespassers… bent on mayhem and wanton destruction.  It was just a little comical (to me… Rebecca was NOT impressed and strongly exhorted me to ‘quit taking pictures and DO something’) to be nose to nose with cows slobbering on the living room windows… waiting to be invited in, or so it seemed.  



     I went outside, barefoot… still lugging my empty tea cup.

 It wasn’t as intimidating as a herding stick… but it is a fairly stout mug and it made me feel like a force to contend with to have something, anything, to wave threateningly at the cattle while they nonchalantly devoured our green bean plants… oblivious to my ranting about how despicable their behavior was.   It didn’t take long to realize that I (badly) needed help!  It turned out that the normally docile cows were wound up and were in the mood for some fun (fun for them, not for me).  After briefly chasing the cows and watching them scatter to all four points of the compass, I came back to the house for reinforcements, and boots, and a stick to wave menacingly.  Jessica and Jacob and I got a lot more respect from the frisky escapees than I had gotten when I was alone and barefoot.  In no time we had corralled  the cows into a tight herd and coerced them back into the pasture.

   
     After a brief investigation of the crime scene, we found the culprit... a 12’ gate hanging wide open.  It had, apparently, been open for two days before the cows discovered it.  It occurred to me that it might pay us, in the long run, to raise replacement cows from the ‘law-abiding' half of the dairy herd that chose to not walk out of the pasture into the yard that they knew, full well, was forbidden.  I’ve never heard of selective breeding against trespassing in dairy cows… but I am marking down the miscreants down in my little black book… I won’t soon forget.   On second thought, maybe, instead of a breeding protocol… we could just close our pasture gates.


     Here are the girls, trying to salvage the tattered remnants of the sweet corn patch.  Another day on the farm......

Posted 9/6/2018 9:33am by Kinley Coulter.

     I was casually skimming an article about cheese recently, when a confident assertion by the author caught my eye: ‘Of course,' (she opined) 'no cheese is naturally orange and milk has no orange pigment in it.’   

     With all due respect to the food writer… this dairy farmer begs to differ.   We spend a lot of time answering questions about why our milk has such a distinctive ‘orange’ hue.  People exclaim that they’ve never seen butter so richly colored and the cheese coloring… ‘remarkable!’  Usually the questioner adds another question to the original one by asking… ‘what do you add to your products to get them that color?’  I like to answer that nothing is added to our products but SUNSHINE.
 
 
     Our great-grandparents would have stared in disbelief and disdain at what passes for milk (and cheese) in stores today.  Just to set the record straight… the proper, healthy, natural color of milk (and everything produced from it) is ‘Sun Golden’.   Dairy products from cows that are fed right are the right color.  (Hint, the ‘right color’ is NOT white… white is a very nice color for refrigerators, paper, nurses uniforms, clouds, teeth, kleenexes and swans…. but not milk.)   The bright, sterile, glowing, white (almost blue) dairy product that the dairy industry shamelessly calls ‘milk’  betrays three unhealthful features of industrial dairy:
 
     1) the Destructive Power of homogenization with its massive mechanical maceration of the delicate flavor/color molecules and fragile nutritive enzymes of milk…   handling milk roughly by over-processing produces a very white milk
 
     2) the Deceptive Process of selling ‘whole milk’ that has been disassembled, stripped of some of its butterfat, massively processed and then ‘standardized’ to 3.5%  butterfat… a dairy farmer in our Church calls reduced fat milk ‘Prisoner Milk’… Prisoner milk is very white.
 
        3) the Dilution Principle,  namely that grain fed cows make LOTS of milk volume but the grain produces a thin watery white milk.  I guarantee that if you buy a cheap,  glowing white gallon of milk… you will get what you paid for, and nothing more.  Cheap food often comes with a high cost in the long run.      Feeding grain (which was never meant to be fed to ruminants) to dairy cows produces a very white milk.
 
 
 
     If all of this wasn’t distressing enough… the shameful, ubiquitous practice of feeding grain to dairy cows has the unwelcome, unhealthy, unappetizing effect of flushing the precious liquid sunshine out of your milk…countless vital phyto-nutrients that your body desperately needs to thrive in good health.  Beta Carotene, commonly known as Vitamin A is only the most visible of these nutrients… giving Real Milk it’s normal, characteristic, defining, Sun-Golden Color.  Literally hundreds of micronutrients are missing from grainfed milk but are flourishing in the ‘living food’ that is 100% grassfed milk.
 
 
 
      Coulter Farms' Certified Organic 100% Grassfed milk is comes to us the old-fashioned way... from purebred, heritage breed, Jersey cows that would promptly spit out grain if we ever tried to feed it to them.  Why? Simply because they wouldn’t confess it as food… having never had a single mouthful of it in their entire lives.  
 
 
     Just as you cannot be a healthy person if you are not eating healthily… Dairy cows that are fed unhealthily to boost milk production to a profitable but unnatural level… cannot be healthy.  The corollary to this is that here is no way to get healthy milk from unhealthy cows.  Much of big 'Industrial Dairy' farming is feeding so much grain that its cows (packed into factories, not barns, by the 1,000’s), are wolfing down shocking amounts of grain that are as damaging to the animals’ health (and comfort) as a twice daily box of jelly donuts would be to a preschooler.  Did you ever get a belly-ache from too many sweets?  These poor animals spend their lives with a belly ache...stuffed into concentrated housing, they are fed the absolute most high-energy grain that their rumens can tolerate without becoming ‘acidotic’… a potentially deadly belly imbalance in the cow.  The process of pushing dairy animals to their genetic and biological limit of milk production has the costly effect of shortening dairy animals’ productive life-span.  Before World War II, dairy cattle would typically enjoy 10-15, sometimes up to 20 years of life on family dairy farms.  Factory farming has reduced that lifespan to less than five years, and that number is still dropping as cows are pushed harder and harder to produce more and more (and cheaper and cheaper) so-called ‘milk.’ 
 
     Farming wrongly is more than bad business and bad milk… I believe it is a moral issue.  King David, in the Old Testament is described as having been a sheep herder in his youth.  His son, Solomon, was never a farmer… but he addressed farming in his contributions to the Bible… one, in the Book of Proverbs, stands out to me and offers a guiding principle in our family farming operation:
 
Proverbs 12:10   A righteous man regards the life of his beast
 
     It would be my settled opinion that we, as farmers (and, by extension, you, as consumers) have a responsibility to be good stewards (and not exploiters) of our animals and the things they produce.  I’ve said it before… I might not choose to be a cow, but if I was a cow, I would want to live and eat and work at Coulter Farms.  
 
 
     Did you ever wonder why so many people can’t digest milk and why, nationally, average, per capita, milk consumption is dropping so alarmingly.   After, reluctantly, tasting some ‘milk’ that came with my daughters’ meals at a family restaurant… I could hardly swallow it.  I find myself wondering why ANYONE drinks ANY milk… I certainly wouldn’t drink that stuff.  
 
     I watch, with keen interest, the purchasing habits of discerning customers at our Farmer’s Markets.  I’ve noticed that, invariably,  when they buy produce, lettuce and salad greens, they are not the buying the pale, insipid 'iceberg lettuce' type vegetables that populate the super-markets, but startlingly dark greens and vibrant yellows and shocking purples… everyone seems to instinctively understand that brightly colored vegetables and fruits are the powerfully healthy ones.  I would love to see consumers apply the same logic to their dairy purchases.  If you are buying dairy products… turn your nose up at ‘insipid white’ dairy… demand vibrant, exciting, tasty, satisfying, healthy, sustainably produced, 100% grassfed, Sun-golden, dairy from happy, healthy, responsibly managed cows.   No more human belly aches from milk produced by cows with belly aches.  
 
     Someday, someone will ruin my 5 year perfect record.  I have been telling people who think they can’t drink milk, to try our dairy products and return the unfinished product for a refund, if it gives them stomach trouble, .  So far, I’ve never bought anything back… ever!  Recently a customer, who was happily returning for his second dairy purchase,  joyfully told me that he had not had milk for 20 years.  I don’t know who was happier, me or him… but we were both glad that we had found each other and our lives were better for it.
 
 
      Everyone appreciates family farms.  Who is not in favor of 'Certified Organic’ products if they are raised right?  If you are reading this blog posting, I am probably preaching to the choir… I will just put in my final shameless plug for our products…Consider supporting our approach to farming with your food dollar, and don’t be shy about signing your friends up for our newsletter.  Even better, how about a birthday gift for them of 100% Grassfed, Certified Organic cheese shipped to their door from Coulter Farms?  We have added a $5 off coupon to our online shipping store to help make this work… spend $30 in our store and get a $5 kickback.  This way, we all win… you, us, your friend, and our cows.  There is a slogan on the employees’ T-shirts at a sandwich shop by one of our Farm Markets… ‘Get in here before we both starve!’   So, support our family farm as we farm with your food dollars and neither one of us needs to starve :).

 

Posted 8/10/2018 2:31pm by Kinley Coulter.

     The Summer of 2018 seems to have its mind set on making it into the record books.  In nineteen years that we have been farming here in Juniata County, PA,  we had never once made it through an entire summer without seeing the dog-day summer pastures get dry and dormant... until last year.  We grazed verdant green grass from mid-April through Thanksgiving.  I didn't expect to see a summer like that again soon... but, this summer surpassed even that one.  Everything, including the weeds and thorns, is growing....and growing!

 
 
     We have had epic, phenomenal, almost Noahic rains.  It has almost made a confirmed 'summer-phobe' like myself re-consider my bias against summertime. Even as I write this blog post, the sunny, sultry summer day is being marvelously interrupted and tempered by yet another soaking downpour.  The pastures are literally bursting at the seams.  The happy cows are producing milk like never before, which is helping us keep up with the strong demand for our Certified Organic, 100% Grassfed Milk, Yogurts, Cheeses, Kefirs, Butter and Ice Cream.  It has been a real blessing to have enough milk to keep almost all of our products in inventory even through the heat of summer.  
  
 
     Along with plenty of grass, plenty of milk and plenty of cheese, there has been plenty of some 'less welcome' critters, as well.  We work hard to control the innate wander-lust of our purebred Jersey cows (Hereford beef cows and Katahdin Lambs as well) with electric fence.  It turns out that the grass really IS greener on the forbidden side of the electric fence.   
 
 
     Wet foliage growing up onto the electric wires has the shocking effect of dumping all of our fence voltage into the soil... promptly releasing the erstwhile captive ruminants to kick up their hooves and indulge in destructive mayhem in the neighbor's perfect garden.  What is a farmer to do after chasing the animals back into the pasture for the umpteenth time?  Deploy the mighty fence-line clearing arsenal, of course.
 
 
     At Coulter Farms, we clear over 10 miles (!) of fence-lines with nothing more than a Humble 'weed-whacker', a Hungry brush-hog, a Handy chainsaw on a twelve foot pole and a High-revving sickle bar mower (pictured above).  The picture below is of a fence line before the fence-clearing battalion attacks.  If you can't actually see the fence, it must be long overdue to be cleared :).
 
 
      Like all farm equipment... using any of these tools  is bound to lead to some noteworthy experiences that are worth recounting.  
 
  
     What kind of trouble can you get into with a Humble weed-whacker?  We have a lot of snakes here in hot weather.  Most of them go quietly about their business under the unwritten expectation that if we leave them alone, they will leave us alone.  I was weed-whacking around what seemed like the millionth fence-post when the heavy foliage fell in a pile on the hot fence wire.
 
 
     I knelt down and gingerly lifted it off the wire and found myself nose to nose with a big, angry, coiled, poisonous copperhead snake.  I wish I could say that he was as afraid of me as I was of him... but such was not the case.  My blood ran cold and my feet ran fast... in my dreams, that snake is still chasing me.
 
     
    Jared had a similar experience last week when he stepped into a ground wasp nest while weed-whacking.  He described running from the fiendish cloud of wasps at an impressive speed while the weed-whacker was bouncing wildly on the chest harness, doing its best to thwart his escape.  He was a couple of hundred yards away when he quit running, and still managed to take a final sting from a lone wasp.
 
 
     The Handy pole saw is brandished from the roof of our trusty (but pathetic) Ford Ranger.  From the five foot high roof, a six foot  tall operator can cut branches eighteen feet away.  I'm not totally sure that this apparatus would be OSHA approved (please don't tell them about it).
 
 
     Recently, while cutting down overhanging branches that were shorting out our fence wires, Jason and Jacob learned an important lesson about wasps.  Jason had lost the coin-flip and had to take the saw onto the roof of the ranger while Jacob got to drive along the fence in (relative) comfort.  
 
 
     Unbeknownst to Jason, a large wasp nest was hanging from a branch that he had set his sights on cutting down.  The cut branch landed on the hood of the ranger and rolled off... leaving the broken remains of the wasp nest.  The sun was then blotted out by the angry cloud of wasps.  Both Jason and Jacob stared for a long moment in horror... Jacob, as driver, reacted first.  Slamming the truck into reverse and gunning the engine, he popped the clutch and roared backwards to dump the fractured wasp nest off the front of the ranger hood.  He was highly motivated to do this, do it fast and do it well,  because our poor ranger only has half of a windshield and he felt rather exposed.  In the reverse rocketing ranger, Jacob escaped unscathed.  He even had a front row seat to witness the unfolding catastrophe.  
 
 
     Poor Jason did not fare well.   As the truck disappeared from under him, his memory of events became hazy.  He thinks he might have glanced off the hood on the way down.  Regardless, he found himself tangled in the pole saw and harness and laying squarely on top of wasp 'ground zero.'   He recalls hearing a strangled scream that was probably his... likely, the sound was distorted by the fact that he was departing the scene at something close to the speed of sound.  Mercifully, he only received a half dozen or so stings.
 

 
       Our final wildlife adventure this week was (of all places) in our cheese aging cave.  I would have never guessed that a snake would bother trying to live in a 50 degree artificial cave... I was always taught that snakes were cold-blooded and liked warm places.  I had reached up overhead to pull down 40 lbs. of cheese in two boxes when... horror of horrors... off the top of the boxes, in the semi darkness, slithered a big ugly black snake!  He (she?) wriggled all the way down the outside of my shirt, down my pant-leg and came to rest on my shoe.  I think I heard a scream... it must have been me because the snake looked angry, not afraid, in the dim light of the cheese cave.  He seemed to be pondering whether to devour me whole or just bite me really hard.  Well, to make a long story short, I was faster than he was and... cumbered as I was with cheese boxes... I stomped him to death..... actually, quite a ways beyond death.  Sorry, animal lovers, it was him or me.  When I finally got my wits about me and put down the cheese boxes, I went back to inspect the corpse and identify the snake.  It turned out to be, after all, a long black zip tie that some joker had left where it didn't belong.  The only redemptive thing about the whole episode is that no-one witnessed it, and my fragile male ego was left relatively intact.
Posted 7/4/2018 9:50am by Kinley Coulter.

     The recent hot weather, while bringing summer fun for dogs and children here at the farm, also brings some challenges for farmers, equipment, animals and even for the lowly grass that our whole farming operation is built on.  


     The difficulties that come with the ‘dog days’ of summer for the farmer are fairly obvious.  There is a special kind of tiredness that comes from exerting yourself, day after day, in the hot sun during some of the longest days of the year.  Dehydration and heat stroke are never far away, as heavy farm work takes its toll.  We rely on lots of water and even Gatorade to get through a heat wave. Lunchtime is quiet, as we gulp our ice water and stare at plates of healthy farm food that, somehow, just don’t look appetizing.
 

 
     It seems that equipment has its own struggles in the summer heat, as well.  Hardworking trucks and tractors are boiling over their scorching radiators.  Even a farm tractor profits from a break under a shade tree once in a while.  Tires are blowing out… most recently in the middle of 7 lanes of speeding vehicles on I-270 on a market day.  It’s a terribly forlorn feeling to be broken down on the shoulder in 96 degree heat, with a trailer load of frozen meat and dairy products slowly cooking behind you!  To make matters worse, as the doomed tire beat itself to an ignominious death at 65 mph, a brilliant computer sensor on the truck decided the vehicle had experienced a major collision and disabled the fuel pump … requiring a tow.  (if this is 'Artificial Intelligence'… I would prefer an old-fashioned ‘Dumb’ truck)   Sigh... People wonder why I like fall and winter so much!  
 
     Walk-in coolers and freezers are bumping up against their alarm temperatures.  We have found that calling the refrigeration repair-man during a heat wave is pretty much an exercise in futility  (…he thinks he can get out here by November!)... so we have become our own repairmen… forced to troubleshoot electrical problems, and change out refrigeration units with spares we keep in our overstuffed basement.  Here at the farm, we are very much ‘jacks of all trades and masters of none.’   
 
     With July comes peak ice usage at farm market.  Ice tables sagging under the load of bottled milk, yogurt, kefir, butter and cheese are consuming up to 1,000 lbs of ice during a 4 hour market.  It seems we hardly get to enjoy our precious customers in the busyness of dumping fresh ice on the tables and hauling away the melted water.
 
     As you might surmise… the animals at Coulter Farms are not immune to heat stresses.  But, like the farmer, animals have a job to do… in all weather.  Dairy cows generate significant heat in their stomachs as their 55 gallon rumen ferments grass into blood sugar energy.  They can hardly be blamed for reducing their feed intake in hot weather…. cattle are not any more hungry on a hot day than people are.  So, at peak market season, when we need every precious gallon of milk we can produce, milk production invariably heads the wrong direction.  One saving grace this time of year is that we are weaning about 25 heifer calves off  40 gallons per day of whole milk, and onto lush green Certified Organic pasture.  Each calf has consumed well over two 55 gallon drums' worth of rich, organic, whole milk in their first three months of life.  They are looking robust, strong and healthy, but it is high time for them to get busy grazing and give our farm 280 gallons more milk to bottle each week.  
 
 
     Those of you who are gardeners know what happens to lettuce in your garden in hot weather.  It stops growing and gets bitter, right?  Well, our perennial grass pastures are cool weather plants just like lettuce.  The farmer tries to persuade the grass to continue growing and to stay sweet, when every fiber of the grass plant’s being wants to do the opposite.  Never fear… the grass farmer has some tricks up his sleeve that the grass plants almost always fall for.  By managing our grazing and soil fertility, and soil organic matter correctly, we can briefly prop up grass growth during a heat wave.  Inevitably, though, hot and dry weather will shut the pastures down enough that we, reluctantly, bring out the dreaded hay feeders for several weeks to let the pasture grass catch up.  Once the grass plants go dormant and brown in summer heat, the biggest favor we can do for them is to keep the cattle from grinding them into dust.  The challenge is to get the cows off of the pastures (free grass) and onto hay (expensive grass) soon enough to avoid damaging the pastures.  It’s always tempting to graze a few weeks too long when summer sets in with a vengeance.  Two weeks of abusing pasture in the summer will always cost us twice that much lost grazing when it finally cools down and rains.
 
 
     Surely, every cloud has a silver lining.  Hot weather does bring some positive things to the farm.   Like watching the cows graze in a misty morning meadow.... Fireflies!  We love to watch them on a summer evening.....  Even a poor farmer can make dry hay in this heat.....  The firewood we burn in our wood boiler to heat milk for cheese and yogurt and pasteurization is bone dry and burns plenty hot......  Ice cream is selling like CRAZY… $4.00 for a cone doesn’t sound so outrageous in 100 degree heat.....  And the children are having a ball playing in the sprinkler!  Ummm… what else?  Not much… unless you missed breakfast and want to fry an egg on the hood of the tractor… Oh well, fall is coming and then you might just get to hear about cold weather adventures on the farm :-). 
 
 
 
Posted 6/20/2018 5:34pm by Kinley Coulter.

     Spring is winding up, and summer officially begins tomorrow... the soil here at Coulter Farms is still gulping down vast quantities of 'April Showers.'  The cold wet spring has stretched itself into the bottom half of June, and we are trying to adjust.  'April Showers' make for a tremendous hay crop in May... but the showers lasted right through May and into June.  We need to make a total of 200 acres of first cutting hay, and we desperately need three sunny days in a row (four would be nice) to do a 50 acre chunk of it.  In case you haven't noticed... stretches of sunny weather have been hard to come by.  We rushed and scrimped and pushed and cheated and finagled and managed to just barely get 150 acres of hay made. 

 

     One problem with having wet weather (that pushes the May haymaking into June) is that the grass matures out of its valuable, sweet, leafy stage into tall, stemmy grass, producing hay that milk cows just stare at an bawl... moo... Moo...MOO!... MOOOOOO!!!   40 Jersey cows refusing to eat.  Just like a herd of petulant 3 year olds loudly declaring their anger at the despicable farmer who had enough nerve to put such pathetic grass in front of them and call it 'dairy cattle feed'... what a distressing sight... especially when the farmer is hard up for some high milk production to satisfy hungry customers.  
 
 
If you want to experience what dairy cows experience trying to eat stemmy, over-mature hay, try eating nothing but old, tough, dried out celery for a whole week... spitting out the 95% of it that is too tough to swallow, grimacing and gagging on the trickle of bitter celery juice that runs down the back of your throat... and then try to do heavy, hard work with the energy you gain from that celery.  No wonder over-mature grass cuts milk production and sours the mood of the dairy herd!  (Disclaimer... I don't even like 'good' celery... if there ever was such a thing... Yuck!  The best part about growing up and moving out of my parents' home was never, ever, for the past 38 years,  having to eat even a single bite of the stuff.  YAY!) 

 

     The weatherman had forecast a precious five days of sun in a row this past weekend so we confidently mowed the last 50 acres.  It could have been baled Saturday, but we were busy rejoicing at my son's wedding that day (although I did do some baling and raking Saturday after the wedding :).  

 

     Anyway, all should have been well through Monday, and we were happily baling hay Monday afternoon in the cheery sunshine with a soaring confidence inspired by that morning's '0% Chance of Rain' forecast...
 
 
     We were down to the last 100, or so, round bales when... disaster!  'Oh the humanity!'  Out of nowhere comes a 30 minute downpour... all of that beautiful, crispy, fragrant, precious, dry,  green hay was saturated with rain.   Not to be outdone by a little rain, we gave it a few hours in the returning sunshine, fluffed and raked hay again and started baling... but we were snake bitten again... this time by darkness.  The dew settled and the sweet crispiness of the hay was gone, again.  That was a disappointing Monday, to say the least.  Tuesday?  Heavy Rain!  Wednesday?  Heavy Rain!  Tomorrow (Thursday) is forecast to have some sun.  
 
 
     We may be able to just barely get the hay baled up before the next 3 days of forecast rain.  It won't be dried enough which means the bales will heat and spoil.  It's not any great loss at this point... the rain has already washed the precious sugars and other soluble nutrients out of the hay and the decomposition process (mold) has begun its ugly work.  Success, now, will be getting the slimy, musty hay out of the field so the second cutting can start growing. 

 

     Oh well, if it was easy, everyone would be doing it.   We can still chop up the bales for fluffy, warm, organic bedding for the cows when the depressing, incessant rain of June turns into the howling wind, and bitter cold of January.  There's no great loss without some small gain.  We usually have to spend a lot of money for bedding in the winter... now the rain has created 50 tons of 'free' bedding for us.  It's enough to make a disgruntled farmer feel rich!

Posted 5/9/2018 12:01pm by Rebecca Coulter.
Among the blessings and new beginnings spring brings on our farm are new lambs;
 
 
new piggies;
 
 
new seedings for fresh pastures;
 
 
and new blossoms against bright blue skies.


Another spring blessing is an upcoming wedding!  Lord willing, Jason and Katrina will be beginning their new life together on June 16th :).
 
Posted 4/25/2018 1:03pm by Kinley Coulter.

     Confession time...Cheesemaking at Coulter Farms has evolved into more of an exercise in  ‘art-full chaos' than ‘ high-brow food-science.'

     Our typical response to the common request that we make a new variety of cheese is ‘why not?’  This care-free mentality has brought us to the terrifying verge of the abyss… in that our cheese aging cave now has 18 (18!) distinct varieties of cheese… all made by hand, on our farm, from our own 100% Grassfed, Certified Organic Jersey milk.  
 
     Managing milk production, cheesemaking, cheese inventory, cheese sales at farm markets, and cheese shipping, is most of what swirls around in my head at 3 am when I wake up and can’t get back to sleep…’How long will 97 wheels of Gruyere last?  If we’re short milk next week should we skip making Camembert or Cheese Curds?  Which variety of cheese can we run out of that will produce the fewest complaints?  The cows are on spring pastures that have strong flavored chives growing in them… we should get that ‘onion-flavored’ milk made into ‘Garlic and Herb Jack’… but we need 200 gallons to bottle fresh for market Saturday… OK, move the cows onto the pasture with no chives…’  This business planning swirls on and on at 3 am… unfortunately I don’t remember any of it when I wake up in the morning.   

     If we could just choose a few varieties of cheese and focus on them we would be more organized, more efficient and (probably) more profitable.   The only reason we don’t simplify our cheesemaking is that we actually enjoy the challenge and excitement of keeping up with all of the varieties of cheese… not to mention we get to sample them!  I have a feeling that we would enjoy efficiency and profitability too… although we would have to experience it someday to know for sure.  
 
     As we fill our cheese vat, over and over again, with precious (priceless, really), sun-golden organic milk … our primary objective is to ‘do no harm.’  The big idea with cheesemaking is to ADD value to milk… not to REDUCE its value… a very real danger when warming milk to body temperature and adding live cultures of bacteria to the existing ones in the milk.     Outside the walls of our cheese room, our entire passel of selfish pigs is single-mindedly  ‘rooting’ for us to fail… snorting and drooling at the prospect of a failed batch of cheese… since ‘flop cheese' is their ultimate, bestest, most favorite kind of food  (no wonder our pork is so good).  In one sense… cheesemaking is an ongoing battle between cheesemaker and swine… one or the other will be happy with the outcome of the cheesemaking.
 
 
    
 
   One cheese that has been enough of a challenge that we abandoned all hope of making it is mozzarella.  If I did my research correctly (thanks, Google), the name ‘Mozzarella’ comes from the Italian verb Mozzare… ’to cut off’… originally from the  vulgar Latin ‘Mutius’… which English has adopted as ‘Mutilate’.  This is a fairly apt description of our early (and vulgar) attempts at making mozzarella several years ago.  After some depressing pig feasts, having ‘mutilated’ valuable milk, we finally hung our heads in shame, and discarded Mozzarella as yet another good idea that, sadly, didn’t work.  Meanwhile, our customers have bombarded us with requests… almost demands, that we make mozzarella.  Mozzarella cheese edges out cheddar, in the US, as the most consumed cheese, per capita.  We sell a LOT of cheddar and would be glad to have a good mozzarella to add to our stable of products.  
 
 
     One problem was the whole ‘hand made’ cheese thing.  I've spoken to quite a few ‘cheese people' about how they made mozzarella and most of them asked what we had for 'stretching equipment.’   I told them we had the two most valuable pieces of equipment… ‘left hand and right hand.’  Ahhh!  That’s the problem, they say!  We need a $45,000 curd stretcher or we can never make mozzarella efficiently.  Well!  Never say ‘never’ to a determined (but, sadly, cash poor) farmer. 
 My oldest son, Jared, our Master Cheesemaker had come to the end of his patience with stretching scorching hot curd by hand (I think the elbow to finger-tip first degree burns were the major cause of his discontent)... he was rebelling (even revolting) and demanding a better system.  Well, the big news is that after three years of snooping around for innovative ideas about making mozzarella by hand on a farmstead scale, we are back in the hand stretched Mozzarella business… at least for the time being. The big question now, is how will it do once we put it out at market.  
 
     If only one customer buys our mozzarella for every 10 that has asked for it… we are going to need to buy some HUGE wheelbarrows to get all of our sales dollars to the bank!  Maybe we'll even be able to afford that mechanical curd stretcher :).  So, we are proudly announcing our 19th variety of cheese… 'Coulter Farms’ Mozzarella’  (How's that for a catchy name… we didn’t even have to pay our marketing firm a million dollars to come up with it!)  
 
     Our raw mozzarella curd has been stretched in 180 degree water (or whey), so it doesn’t qualify as a ‘raw milk’ cheese.  After our milk has been curdled, had the whey drained off and been pressed… the curd is heated and stretched.  This heat causes the milk sugar (lactose)  to be converted to a ‘carmelized’ sugar called ‘galactose’ giving the mozzarella a subtle sweetness and making it brown nicely (think: carmel color)  when it is baked in a pizza oven… YUMMY!.  
 
 
     The protein in the cheese is denatured by the heat and stretching… producing the signature stringy/rubbery texture of mozzarella.  This gives the cheese its fantastic melting properties.   So far, the pigs have had to satisfy themselves with just greedily gobbling up the whey from our mozzarella making… no flop cheese for you, Miss Piggy!  HA!!!   This recent batch of precious mozzarella is reserved for our customers’ lasagna, pizza and, in just a few weeks…mozzarella melted on Asparagus!  Then, in a few months…mozzarella melted on Tomatoes!  Oh Joy!  
     
         
 
 
   Viva la Mozzarella!  Down with feeding flop Mozzarella to pigs!
 
 
Posted 4/11/2018 1:04pm by Kinley Coulter.

     As I drank my precious morning cup of joe with my wife this morning, I got treated to not one, but TWO ‘rites of spring’ unfolding right outside of our living-room window.  

      The first half of my coffee was consumed while observing a mating pair of sparrows vigorously negotiating with a pair of blue-birds for possession of a blue-bird house that they were all coveting with  their beady little bird eyes.  All four were calmly dragging in string and twigs and straw and twine from all over the farm to build a nest in the house ...as though there was going to be no problem converting this ‘single family’ dwelling into a duplex.  As this drama unfolded, I sipped my way into the second half of my coffee and watched my three year old daughter carefully wiggle under the bottom electric wire of the pasture fence to get to the newest 'bottle lamb’  pen.  She didn’t used to be so careful and fastidious about keeping her backside way down while going under the wire… but she is much more motivated after a few ‘close encounters' with the hot fence wire.  (I’m just glad it’s her and not me crawling under that 10” high wire).
 
       Anyway, this little girl was pulling along a baby bottle full of freshly warmed organic cow milk, destined to be lamb breakfast for a frantically bawling lamb, that after fasting all night, was quite sure it was about to perish from starvation.   The two ring circus of four birds wrangling over a birdhouse on a fencepost, above a little girl carefully wriggling on her belly through freshly green April grass, on a sunny morning that promised to be warm, was quite entertaining.  I often say that spring is not my favorite season at the farm with all of its wind, rain and mud… but this WAS a very nice spring morning.  
 
 
     Bottle lambs are great fun to watch, and the girls love feeding them 5 times a day… but, they are an undesired indicator of a social breakdown in our sheep society.  Every bottle lamb represents a broken ewe/lamb relationship.  The worst offenders are the ‘first time lambers’… young ewes that have never lambed before.   They have a highly annoying habit of dropping their first, precious, long awaited lamb and calmly walking away from it without ever looking back.  We try to pen these negligent ewes up with their lamb but, if 24 hours go by with no attention from momma… the lamb is labeled an ‘orphan’ and becomes the little girls’ responsibility (a joyful duty!) to raise on milk for 90 days until it can live on pasture.
 
     Twins lambs are the most common (and most desired) pregnancy outcome in our flock.  We used to cheer for triplet lambs but now we are wiser.  Triplets often result in a bottle lamb, as the mother ignores the smallest or slowest of the three.  When there are only two teats… being small and slow puts you at a decided disadvantage.  We had one famous ewe that had quadruplets in July and triplets in February!  An amazing feat never repeated before or since!   She actually raised 6 of the 7 herself.  Another problem with triplet lambs is that they are born smallish and never really catch up with twins in size.  Single lambs are very common with first time mothers… they are born larger than twins and get a double share of milk from momma so they get HUGE!  Anyway, now we cheer for twin lambs.
 
     Almost all of the ewes have lambed by now and the whole flock is hungrily eyeing the lush, green, organic, April pasture…mere feet away, but it might as well be on the moon because of that pesky barnyard gate.   Any day now, the eagerly anticipated 'barnyard exodus' will begin with the opening of the pasture gate, and the sheep tsunami pouring out… lambs climbing over each other, two and three deep, in their rush to be the first one on grass.  If you have never had 100% Grassfed lamb… you should treat yourself.  I grew up with a decidedly negative view of lamb as a greasy, strongly flavored meat.  We had leg of lamb on Good Friday, and I could only eat it if a small piece of it was swimming deep in mint jelly.  No-one ever told me that grainfed lamb is greasy and strong flavored and grassfed lamb is mild and sweet.  I also never knew how much chemical wormer got fed to conventional lambs… making Certified Organic lamb a special treat.  I was reading recently about the ‘ dirty dozen’ of highly pesticided fruits and vegetables.  Conventional lamb is undoubtedly the most chemically wormed meat of all livestock species.  We hardly ever get to eat our own ‘chemical free’ lamb here at the farm because it’s always selling out and it’s kind of a ‘budget-busting’ meat.  But why not treat yourself when it's a special occasion!
 
 
Posted 3/28/2018 10:54am by Kinley Coulter.

     Spring time brings many blessings here at the farm.... warm sunshine and gentle rain, bursting buds, and lots of cute, fuzzy, wide-eyed additions to sheep flocks and cattle herds.



     Our herd of Certified Organic, 100% Grassfed Jersey cows started having their calves at the beginning of the month, so we now have lots of little ones to feed and care for.  Twice a day they get a stretching belly-full of rich, warm, organic milk that is healthful and nutrient dense food for calves as well as people.  No synthetic 'milk-replacer' with dozens of 'unrecognizable' ingredients gets fed to our precious calves here.  

 

     The three little girls especially enjoy helping 'bottle feed' since the calves are much closer to their size, and less intimidating than the mama cows.

     Through the spring season, as everything bursts into new life, our cows will be producing lots more rich, creamy milk than their calves can drink.  We'll be bottling milk, chocolate milk, kefir and yogurt, and making any extra into delicious raw milk cheeses, for our 'much appreciated'  customers.