Note: This blog post is sponsored by Northwest Dairy Association. Our farm is part of the Northwest Dairy Association cooperative. As always, the views and opinions in this blog post are mine.
For as long as he can remember, my husband wanted to be a dairy farmer. He was born on a dairy farm in Whatcom County, Washington. His parents sold their cows when he was still a child. That did not stop him from being on or around dairy farms growing up. As he got older, he worked on various dairy farms within his community. After working at the local oil refinery for some time, he realized that nothing but farming would make him happy.
In 2008, he began the journey of starting his own farm. Once he was approved financially, the search began for a farm. It was no secret that he wouldn’t be able to farm in his hometown and the only areas that had farms for sale or lease were farms in areas with too much competition for a new farm.
In December of 2008, a farmer in my community was tragically killed in an automobile accident. My husband had been in contact with that farmer previously so the farmer’s family reached out to him inquiring if he would like to lease the farm. Of course he did! He packed up his personal belongings, some heifers he had raised and left the only town he had ever know to move across the state. He stopped along the way to buy cows and had to hurry to the farm to set up before they arrived.
Shortly after he moved to my hometown, we met at the local feed store. Now six years later, we have three kids and milk 140 cows. I did not grow up on a farm. In fact, the only farming knowledge I had was passing by the very farm we now farm on, which was no farming knowledge. It hasn’t been easy making the transition to farm life, but it has been worth it.
Every day my husband goes out and does what he loves. The cows are milked twice a day and fed. The calves are fed twice a day and at any time we could see new life brought into the world. There is always something that needs fixed, an animal that needs cared for and there is never enough hours in the day to get the job done. In addition, we have three kids to get to school, church events and sports.
Every other day the milk truck pulls in the driveway to pick up our milk. The kids usually run to see who is driving as the drivers have spoiled them with candy at every pick up. We are so thankful to be part of a cooperative in which we do not have to process or sale our milk directly to customers.
As a first generation farm,
we are thankful for our cooperative Northwest Dairy Association.