Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Moving back home

Dear Faithful reader,

After locking my old blog for 5 days, blogger has decided to unlock it.

Therefore i'm moving back.

So do check out http://buttercupndaisy.blogspot.com


See ya there!!!

Monday, October 09, 2006

Babies and more babies!

After coming back form the morning milk, Unni sees me in the kitchen and tells me there’s some good news and bad news. I ask for the bad first and she tells me that a whole bucket of milk was spilt on the floor at the door and so she had to take out all the stuff from the work room and clean it out. Heng ah. I thought the cow had given birth overnight or something.

Anyway the good news was that the big white gave birth to baby rabbits overnight!



So yippie! Unni can give some rabbits away coz some people have been asking for rabbits and she’s been reluctant to give away the 6 she already has. So now there’s new stock. Which leaves me really puzzled as to who the father is. It can’t be the ‘stop, that’s your mother!’ rabbit coz it was caught just 2 weeks ago and the gestation period for rabbits is about a month. And from my records, the big white wasn’t out a month ago. So the identity of the father is a big mystery. Once again, our scandalous rabbits are living up to their reputation…

During dinner, Unni tells me that it is very likely that the pregnant cow would be delivering its calf this evening or through the night, 3 days earlier than expected. Coz she was showing all the signs of going into labour. The constant wagging of the tail, the spreading of her legs. And Unni says the area around her tail is pretty soft already, so in cow terms, she’s ready to pop the calf out.

I was supposed to go back to Svolvaer with Frode after dinner. But no way was I going to miss this man. So I decide to stay the night and go help out in the cow house in the evening.

When I was washing the cows, everytime I passed by the mother-to-be I kept staring and staring. She was fidgeting a lot and her tail kept coming up, like how they always stick their tails up before they poop or pee. It was as though she was gonna pop the little thing right out. Inge sticks his hand into her and feels around and says that he can already feel the feet of the calf. The calf was already in position and it was just a matter of time before it came out. The legs of the calf come out first, followed by the head. So you can imagine, the calf kinda like swims out of the mother.


Around 7pm, Inge tells me to come see. I my camera from the milk room and rushed to the cow. And there was the beginning of its labour. Hanging from the back was a huge balloon like water sack. It was just bouncing around like a giant water balloon. Then it finally broke and made a gooy mess on the floor. Inge then took a rope and loosely tied the mother’s legs together so that she wouldn’t slip.



By then, the hoof of the calf was already showing. On and off, it retracted and appeared again. Amazing thing was that while all this was happening, our calm mother cow was happily chomping on the grass which was in front of her. Inge then shoves his arm up the mother again to make sure the calf is in the right position.


A while later, more of the calf’s leg comes out and the mother then sits down to continue the rest of the delivery. Coz the stall is pretty small, her neighbour was kinda in the way, so Inge and I had to bring the neighbouring cow out and put her in another empty stall, so the mother cow can have all the space she needs.


More of the calf comes out. Its head was making its way out and I could see the tip of its nose and its tongue dangling by the side.


Inge then takes a rope, ties it to the legs of the calf and drags that baby out.


He then starts fiddling with the calf making sure there’s nothing in its mouth or nostrils so it can breathe properly.


I guess the mother cow must have been exhausted, coz she just sat there staring at the little thing. A couple of ‘moos’ are exchanged between mother and child. Inge then carries the calf to a little stall which he had already lined with grass.




It was then time to milk the mother cow. The first milk the most important and has to be given to the calf. Unlike regular milk, the first milk is very much thicker and more yellow. Unni tells me that that milk is very healthy and apparently it had worked wonders when she gave some of the milk away to someone whose mother had cancer. And after she drank it, she actually got better. I guess the mother must have been pretty glad to have all that milk pumped out, coz for the past couple of days, her udder had been slowly swelling up and looks as though it could just explode any moment.


Inge then puts the milk into a bottle and brings it to the young calf. Considering that this is a highly unnatural situation, for a calf to be fed from a bottle by a human, it took quite a while for it to suckle on the bottle.


Shortly after, our little one took its first step and stood up!! But with its legs still shaking of course. It must have taken a lot of effort I guess, coz shortly after, it sat down again and decided to continue sitting for a while.




Both mother and child are healthy and well.

Oh yah and by the way, if you were wondering… it’s a girl!!



Warm and toasty

Unni and Inge would be leaving on their long awaited holiday this Sunday. And so before he goes and leaves the cow house work to another guy who’s coming by to help out, the young cows gotta be brought in.

7 young cows remain roaming the fields. Coz they are not milking cows, it’s not that essential that they get a constant supply of fresh grass to feed on, so they were left out to eat whatever grass that’s left in the fields whilst the milking cows were brought into the cow house at the end of September when the fresh grass ran out. Also since the weather’s turning cold, it’s better for the cows to get into the cow house where they can be warm and toasty.

After breakfast, Inge and I get out to the field to herd in the young cows. Coz cows are pretty curious with new happenings, they naturally come to you when you get into their field. So it was a matter of walking them to the entrance of the cow house.


If you’d recall, the last time the young cows were brought into the cow house to be checked by the vet, Unni, Inge and I took more than an hour to get them all in coz they were getting stressed and confused with all the being pushed into the cow house and the constant moo-ing from the cows already inside the cow house.

This time was no different. But not as tough as before. Though they did like to stop and look around, do a little bit of self-grooming, grass chomping...




It didn’t take much coaxing for us to get 2 cows into the cow house and into the holding area they were gonna spend the rest of winter in. 2 were already in the cow house, but were just walking around. The rest just stood at the door. Staring and sniffing away. Star and sniff, stare and sniff.




In situations like these, it’s time to take out the food bribe. A little fresh grass to begin with. If all else fails, then its time to attempt to push them right in. But the darn cows just wouldn’t budge. So Inge and I decide to handle the 2 which were already in the cow house and leave the rest for later. After much guidance, the 2 make their way into the holding area.




Which leaves us with 3 roaming cows. 2 of which we had to get into the holding area and the other was going to get an individual stall (which was formerly owned by Big Black 0481) and hang out with the milking cows coz she’d be expecting a calf in winter and its easier to just have her there ready to be milked rather than take her out again.

Surprisingly, bringing the young cows in this time round wasn’t as difficult as the previous. It didn’t take much trouble for us to get the other 2 into the holding area. Which just left the mother-to-be. Amazingly, while we were busy with the other 2, she walked straight into the cow house all by herself. Great. So all we had to do now was to get her into her stall. Which was pretty easy coz all Inge and I needed to do was for me to stand in front of her and for him to stand behind her and we’d corner her to get her to back into her stall.

1 circle around the cow house was all it took for her to walk right into her stall. Then she just had to be buckled in and the morning’s work was done.


So now all the cows are in the cow house. All 40 of them, warm and toasty. We’ve got a full house now in the milking cows stalls. The new cow that’s coming even has to take the stall which is usually left empty coz it’s smaller than the rest!

(area where the milking cows are. Cow on the right, only one looking at camera. that's 0495!!)

(area where the young cows are)

Northern lights like on TV!!!

Since my first sighting, I’ve been religiously heading out at night to check for northern lights. And with the sunny blue skies these few days, potential potential!!

Wednesday night as usual I go out to check. Sometime around 1245 I put on my jacket, try to keep as quiet as possible, open the doors and head out. I look towards Hoven, nothing, so I walk round towards the front and the second I turned round the corner, there it was in the night sky.

A green streak just above the cow house. I scan the sky and there it was again, another green streak in the far distance towards the direction of the golf course. It was like an eriee green glow in the night sky. Like the previous night, it moved very slowly and slowly, the vertical streak above the cow house spread out into a horizontal cloud and gradually turned a pale green first and finally into white and disappeared into the dark sky. The other streak in the far distance, too far already, after a while, it just disappeared.

So this time round, I got to see something more like what you see on TV. So egg-citing!! Not to mention cold too! Coz the next morning the ground was frozen again. Everywhere it was like a coating of icing on the ground. And in some areas which didn’t get the sunlight for the whole day, the ice remained and didn’t melt away.

Animal farm

It’s crazy how I’ve been on Gimsoy so long and have not been around the island. And since the weather’s been fantastic these few days, it was just the perfect time for a bicycle trip.

I took the route Unni had suggested which would take me round Hoven. It took me round the island, past the other houses in the area, through some wilderness, and past quite a number of farms as well.

There are 2 kinds of animals I’ve come to know. Those which turn and run when they see you and those which walk right over to check out who the hell it is that has come to visit.

Sheep are one of those animals which take flight the minute they see you. Lofot Lamb as they’d call it. Coz sheep in Lofoten spend their summers hanging out in the mountains and right around now, the farmers go out and about herding them back to the farm. But unlike cows which are stuck within the boundaries of an electrical fence, most sheep can roam wherever they want.




Once when I took Frode’s car back to the farm after my day off, a couple of sheep were standing right in the middle of the road. We hadn’t even come close and 100m before the car approached them, they started to run back to the field. And Frode said “isn’t it a little early to run?!”. See that’s how sheep are. And it was the same when I went by them on the bike as well. They see you coming from far, and one starts to run, and then all of them start running away. That explains why I’ve only got pictures of their butts.





Which was till I reached Rita’s farm. Rita is a friend of Unni’s and stays somewhere near the local shop. She has a day job but also raises sheep on the side. I got to her farm and decided that it might be best to get off the bike and creep up on the sheep on foot.

Great idea, coz this time round, they didn’t run away. So lucky me, it was time to take out the trusty old camera and snap away.

As you can see. Like the goats, sheep come in all sizes and colours. Leader sheep wear bells on their necks. Which goes ‘clang’ everytime they move their heads. So you can imagine it’s like standing in front off a field of wind chimes. If I were a sheep and had to wear something round my neck which goes ‘clang’ each time I chomp on the grass, I’d be pretty pissed with myself man.




Cows on the other hand are much friendlier. Unlike the sheep, they are highly curious and come to check out everything which approaches them or intrudes into their area. (see what happens when you put Mitzy, Graatas and the cows together...)





It's not just cows from this farm, cows from other farms are equally curious too!


Cows have gotta be higher on the ladder of animal intelligence than sheep.

Or perhaps I’m just biased. ;p

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oh and since we are on the topic of animals, thought i'd just throw this in...
Check out the black fox i spotted on the golf course on the way back!

Tyttebaer picking

I’ve been picking quite a lot of berries lately. Mainly tyttebaer and whatever blueberries which are left out there in the wilderness.

Tyttebaer season is here and apparently it’s a very popular berry which people like to pick. Some parts of the island are especially popular picking spots coz we’ve seen cars on many occasions just parked on the side of the road and people up on the slopes picking berries. But lucky for us, we’ve got a whole mountain to ourselves. So that’s virgin unpicked land ok! Once again. Tyttebaer goldmine is by the ******** rock behind the ********.


Tyttebaer are little red berries which compared to blueberries are a little more firm. It has a sour after taste and can be used both in uncooked (eaten on its own, or made to jam or crème) or cooked form (this one is fantastic when eaten with meats). It’s Unni’s favourite-est berry. And I too have grown to like it. Must be coz of it’s sour taste.

The other day when bcc stayed over, both of us went berry picking at the secret location. Coz it’s a little colder now, it means that berry picking outfits gotta be more heavy duty. So bring out the Goretex wind/waterproof pants and jackets, thermals and woolen socks. To think that back in August I was actually picking berries with a t-shirt!


Bcc and I went berry picking twice. First day both of us picked tyttebaer.


When we realized that there were still blueberries out there, the second day, bcc went for the tyttebaer and I went for the blueberry. Which I soon found out was extremely limited in supply. And it didn’t help that bcc was picking the plump-est blueberries and eating them on the spot instead of putting them into my bucket (coz she says that the biggest berries deserved to be eaten on the spot. Ah, whatever).

Bcc hand picks her berries and uses the berry picker minimally. Coz like that it ensures that her berries are in perfect shape and not squashed… berry diva or what man?!


I on the other hand mostly use the berry-picker, coz it’s much easier and doesn’t leave your hands all blue. Here’s how it works.

(select desired berries to kill)

(run the teeth of the berry picker through the base of the berry plant)

(gently pull upwards)
(result: berries in berry picker, )

(and a naked berry plant)

Berry sorting saw bcc being defeated by a plastic bag. Coz she couldn’t find the opening and was standing there closely examining the plastic bag trying to get it to open. Of course I come along and open it with relative ease. HA!

trying

trying again...

finally!


That evening, Unni starts to make tyttebaer jam. She saves the hand picked ones for making trollcreme. And gets her 5kg of store bought tyttebaer into the mixer to start the jam making process.

You can tell that jam making is serious business when Unni comes back from the store with 10kg of sugar. Don’t ask me how much of it went into the jam. I don’t know and don’t really wanna know anyway.


Like making strawberry jam, take the berries, add in the sugar and start the whisking. Whisking is done only when the sugar is fully dissolved into the jam. Which means no crunchy texture from undissolved sugar crystals. In between, add in a dash of vanilla sugar to counter the sourness of the tyttebaer and of course for better taste.



When it’s done, put it in smaller containers and straight into the freezer. Take out to defrost only when required to ensure that tyttebaer is consumed fresh.


That’s only part of the tyttebaer jam she made. It's thick, it's creamy, sweet with a twang of sourness. Best of all, it's packed full of berries, whole berries that is. So each time you take a bite, you've got squirts of berry goodness exploding in your mouth! In total, Unni has 16 of those containers stashed away in the deep freeze. Not counting the other packets of fresh untouched tyttebaer she has sitting in the there as well. Not a lot considering it’s gotta last till the next tyttebaer season swings by in sept 2007.

So far we've been though 2 containers already. I'm loving tyttebaer more and it's fast replacing blueberry as my 'GOLD'.