29/05/2026
End of season reflections
There is something strange about the end of the New Zealand dairy season.
The 31st of May sits there like a neat little line in the sand, and we all act as though cows, grass, weather, milk cheques, machinery and life in general have ever once respected a calendar.
For the spring calvers, it can feel like the end of a chapter. Cows dried off or drying off, youngstock ticking along, calf sheds empty, winter plans taking shape, and the next calving season sitting just far enough away to feel theoretical.
And, of course, a nod to the autumn calvers, who are right in the thick of it while the rest of us become reflective about “the season that was.”
Because this time of year does make you look back.
Not only at the milk in the vat or the figures on a spreadsheet, but at the small things that somehow made up the year. The cows that surprised us. The ones we had to say goodbye to. The calves that needed a little extra help. The pens that never seemed to stay clean for more than five minutes. The weather that refused to cooperate. The gates that held, and the ones that absolutely did not.
Looking back over the past year on Calf Chronicles, I have been reflecting on what landed with people, and as usual there is no obvious pattern.
The most popular post was Dry-off Week, the tribute to the cows that came before us and the Hall of Fame.
Apparently you lot enjoy a good cow tribute nearly as much as I do, which is reassuring, because I could happily talk about old cows and their descendants literally until the cows come home.
Other posts that somehow found their way out into the viral world of the elusive algorithm included the types of bloat, worms, ammonia, the 500-day beef heifer, a couple of poems, the coccidiostat poisoning of my dog, who has fully recovered, and my highly advanced baling-twine fence-and-gate system involving the side-by-side.
The algorithm does what the algorithm does. Sometimes a post scribbled down on my phone between jobs, while trying to remember where I left my coffee, takes off. Meanwhile, the carefully researched post that I checked for three evenings lies down in a corner and dies peacefully.
But the posts that mattered most were not always the ones that travelled the furthest.
They were often the ones that opened up a conversation. Johne’s disease, once-a-day feeding, crossbred calves, Jersey beef, untraceable sale calves, and the things we do simply because they have always been done that way.
The comments underneath those posts have become part of Calf Chronicles too. Farmers sharing what has worked on their place. Vets adding context. Rearers passing on practical wisdom. People asking questions, disagreeing respectfully, admitting mistakes, and sometimes giving someone else the confidence to try something differently next season.
That is the bit I keep coming back to.
Because calf rearing is still one of the most unseen and undervalued parts of the dairy industry.
It often happens in the background, squeezed around other jobs, in sheds that were not always designed for the purpose, with tight budgets and a vague instruction to “keep them alive.”
Which is quite the brief, really.
Because calf rearing is not just feeding calves. Done properly, it is skilled technical work and a genuine specialty. It is understanding the biological system, the economic trade-offs, the physical limitations and the realities of looking after young animals in the real world.
It is science, stockmanship, pattern recognition, judgement, timing, and a long list of fairly unglamorous jobs done properly, over and over again, when nobody is watching.
And many of you know exactly what that feels like.
You know the tired walk back to the house after a long day in the shed. The calf you keep checking because something feels slightly off. The satisfaction of seeing a pen of strong, bright calves doing well. The frustration when you do everything right and still lose one. The endless washing, mixing, lifting, cleaning and watching that nobody outside the shed ever really sees.
That work matters. The people doing it matter.
And perhaps that is what this little corner of the internet has become, a place where calf rearing is not treated as an afterthought, where the hard-earned knowledge is shared around, and where the people in the shed feel a little less alone in it.
So thank you for reading along this season, for adding your knowledge, sharing your own experiences, asking good questions, challenging ideas, and helping turn Calf Chronicles into something much bigger than anything I could write on my own.
As for next season, I have a few things up my sleeve, a few trials to play with, and a few refinements to make.
But for now, I am taking a few weeks away from farm things. A breather. A reset. A chance to do a little planning, thinking and resting before the fog rolls back in.
Because every season leaves its mark on all of us.
The cows have carried us through another year. The calves have grown. There have been wins, losses, frustrations, breakthroughs, ordinary days and days that felt anything but ordinary. Somehow, things are held together for another winter, and somewhere in amongst it all, we turn the page into the next season.
So to everyone moving farms, everyone staying put, everyone finishing one season, starting another, or right in the thick of autumn milking, I hope the next chapter is kind to you.
May the calves be strong, the cows settle well, the gates hold, and the weather behave at least occasionally.
See you all on the other side, and into the next season.
My huge gratitude to everyone here.
Ngā mihi nui, mā te wā.
Picture from the entrance to the farm. Another beautiful autumn day beneath Mt Taranaki.