Okay.
There is nothing to really do when it’s terribly cold.
AND
There are some BIG! SCARY! THINGS on MY FARM!
They scare me so much I growl at them and run to the house!
MOM!!!!
I’m ready to come in.
TLC Cai-Cai
“Let’s Go Outside, TLC Cai-Cai. I’m sure you can find lots to do.” Mom picked me up and took me outside with her. Then while Mom worked on the flower bed beside the red rocks, I hung out with her.
Tell me more about the farm, Mom. I’m still learning. I purred, wrapping myself around her legs, getting between her and the weeds, purring and purring.
“Okay, you sweet loving kitty. Let’s go have a sit and I will give you a wee farm lesson. Gosh, today you are 10 months old. (We really don’t know your day of birth, but the vet thinks you were born very close to the 1 Day of January, so we are going with that.)”
“Happy Ten Months, Dear Kitty!”
“Now, let’s see,” Mom put me on her lap and started petting me, “the farm. We talked about the hay, the big loud things that do stuff, and the fact we raise. Corn. I’ll tell you about corn.
Corn is our very most important crop. It’s the crop that takes us from paycheck to paycheck. For a Corn paycheck, that means a paycheck in December (usually—one year it didn’t mean that, but that is another story for another time.)
That paycheck in December takes the farm and everything on the farm clear through the whole year until the next paycheck in the next year’s December.
The corn crop Starts in January. Yes, it does. That is when Dad sits down, figures out how many acres he wants to grow the corn on, then he figures out how many seeds he needs to purchase from the seed supplier. The seeds make up all the bushels/tons of corn he will sell.
Then he starts watching the corn market. By the end of February, he knows (has a general idea, anyway) the amount of corn he wants to plants, will the crop will bring when he harvests the corn in late fall…that can be late October, or in November, or December.
By March the cows have left the cow hotel, so it’s time for Dad to work the ground. First, he disks the cow manure and all the left-over stalks of everything up — chopping everything into tiny little bits.
After that, he hooks up the plow and turns all the chopped-up bits over into big slabs of dirt to mellow out and feed the earth.
After all the soil dries, he goes back in and rolls the ground flat. This is so he can get a good clean place to work with.
Now it’s time to level the fields so he can get ready to start the water. Leveling makes sure there are no humps and bumps in the field so when the water starts it will run right through the furrows from the beginning to end, not washing out the seeds or pooling up somewhere along the way.”
I rather stopped listening, I even stopped purring, but I didn’t go to sleep. If I went to sleep Mom would sit me aside and go back to work.
I reached up and patted Mom.
Mom chuckled.
“Okay, after the leveling, it’s time to mark up the furrows and Start the Water.
Then we wait for that to dry a wee bit, after which Dad plants the seeds. Lots of work in the spring.
When the little seeds get to growing and have four leaves…
Dad will go out and cultivate the rows…which means get rid of the weeds. Then he marks it out again and we start the water again.
We irrigate all the time, moving the water across the fields, onto other fields, then back again. All summer long.
The corn grows and grows and grows…. finally getting to a spot in the fall where Dad takes the water away because the plant is so big and so mature it can no longer take in any more water into itself.
Then we wait. It’s a little bit of downtime…time to get caught up on other things (of course the other crops have needs too, but we are just talking about corn right now)
Then in late October, or sometime in November, possibly December we harvest the corn.
We talked about that earlier when I was explaining how you need to stay away from the big machines on the farm.
So, there you have it, My Darling Sparkling little kitty. Corn. The big crop on the farm.
Mom gave me a kiss on the nose and put me down on the red rocks, now it’s time for you and me to get something done around here.
TLC Cai-Cai
MOM!!! MMMMMEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
“Come in, TLC Cai-Cai,” Mom invited. “Come sit with me for a spell and have your head rubbed.
So, I did.
So, she did. It was so peaceful, just sitting with Mom, purring.
Maybe you could tell me more about Farm Living, Mom. I purred.
“Well, let’s see…the Crop market. I don’t think I’ve told you about the crop market. You see this is the PRICE Dad gets when he sells something. That price is set by a thing called “Supply and Demand.” Mom explained, as she gently rubbed under my chin.
AHHHHH….so nice. Purrr.
“What that means is, if there is a lot of something, then the price for that something is low, but if there isn’t a lot of something then the price rises higher.” I stretched out my full length so Mom would rub on my backbone.
“So, you see, if the market is down, then the whole season’s work (March through November) can make it so a farmer doesn’t get anything for all his effort.
That is why a farmer tries to grow lots and lots of different crops. There is corn for silage/ensilage, corn for people to eat all summer long called sweet corn, corn for animals, and corn for people called corn flakes, cornmeal, lots of corn things. This is why corn is such a big crop. At least around our part of the world.” Mom petted me all the way down my side and clear over to the tip of my tail.
Lovely….sigh….purrrrrrrrr
“Some farmers grow onions, and pinto beans, and pumpkins, and well just lots and lots of different products so people and animals can eat.”
“Oh, yes, Mom said scratching my ears OH MY THAT FEELS GOOD—and hay. Hay can be alfalfa and it can be grass. We grow alfalfa here. This way farmers try to have different types of crops so there is always some money coming in.”
In, I thought dreamily to myself. I understand about wanting and needing to come in.
Suddenly Dad was in the house getting a drink of water. I jumped up and headed toward the door.
I’ve had enough of In…
Out I go with Dad.
TLC Cai-Cai
“Now, just so you know, the reason Dad (and I) farm is: to make money.
Well, that doesn’t always seem to be the case. The idea is to make money. You can’t farm if you don’t have money. So, the whole idea of farming is to make money.
Just like people who go to work for someone else…to make money.”
Mom put me up on her shoulder and petted me, while we walked toward the house.
“So, you see, TLC Cai-Cai, (Mom calls me by my full name all the time,
Dad calls me things like CLT, LTC, TLC—he makes stuff up all the time, sometimes he calls me a GIRL!!!! It’s okay I still come to him no matter what he calls me. 😊 )
It is very important that a farm makes money, for without money there is no canned cat food or dry cereal to munch on…it takes money to buy your groceries.”
Farming is a risky type of business. It’s not like a regular job, where every two weeks or once a month you get a paycheck. Paycheck time is whenever the crops come in, which can be only once a year, depending on the crop.”
Mom and I sat down on the sofa where I can stretch way out while Mom pets on me.
“For us, You, Me, and Dad, the paychecks come in each time we sell hay. Hay is a big deal around here. It brings in money three times a summer.
Then in the fall and early winter, Dad will get out the corn combine and combine the corn, haul it to the Elevator by which, around Christmas time we will get the most money. This is the money we live on. It buys everyday living, all the spring requirements: seed, fertilizer, fuel, it holds us together.”
I am purring so loud; I’m starting to get tired. Just a little bit tired, like maybe just rest my eyes tired.
“And you know what, TLC Cai-Cai? Farmers can’t control the weather or the price you get paid, ever. That’s just how it is—the reason farming is such a risky business.”
ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
“Hum, I guess you feel safe and warm and fed, Little One. And THAT is a very good thing.”
Mom got up very slowly leaving me there on the sofa to dream on.
TLC Cai-Cai
“TLC Cai-Cai, what are you doing?” Mom said as I jumped up to grab her foot.
Mom reached down a picked me up. “Oh, good, Sweet Little Kitty. I’ve been thinking I had better tell you about some other BIG noisy and dangerous pieces of equipment Dad has on the farm. Equipment you need to stay far, far away from.”
There is the swather— this is the thing Dad uses to cut down all the standing alfalfa, to let it dry turning into hay.
STAY away…it will swath you right up, then there won’t be a TLC Cai-Cai anymore!” Mom admonished.
Mom put me on her shoulder and walked over to the outside chairs and sat down.
“Then there is the combine.
The combine will move through the corn and chop down all the corn stalks, separate the corn cobs from the stalks, then shell the corn from the cobs, flinging the stalks, and cobs out onto the ground and the corn kernels into the hoper in the back.
If you were to get in the way of the combine, you would come out just like those tiny pieces of corn cobs and stalks, so you MUST stay out the cornfield during harvest.”
Mom started scratching my head, my ears, hum puuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
“Then the big truck will come through the yard, taking all the corn kernels to town.”
Purrrrrr, hummm, purrrr
“So, TLC Cai-Cai, when anything like this is going on, you have to RUN to the House! And stay IN the HOUSE where Dad and I know you are safe.”
I looked at Mom. Then I looked around and realized I WANT DOWN.
So I squirmed off Moms’ lap and headed over to the water tub—that fountain is intriguing!
Bye Mom, Gota Go!
TLC Cai-Cai