10/02/2026
Maya, our beloved matriarch, passed away on Sunday at 16. She was our very first cow — the one Mike bought for me when we were dating — and she changed the course of our lives. Because of her, we moved to Crown Point for more pasture, went into debt building a dairy, and spent countless hours learning haying, cow care, and cheese making.
She hadn’t milked in over ten years due to milk fever and a collapsed udder, but she was so much more than a dairy cow — she was my best friend. Moving from Florida, I would milk her at 5 am in -20 degrees and then drive nearly 45 minutes to work. I would think about her all day, waiting until 5 to come home and milk her again. When no longer in milk, I’d snuggle up next to her to read. Our Crown Point neighbors may miss the dinosaur-like moo she would bellow whenever one of her herd mates had a calf. She only had two calves of her own, but she delighted in being a Mom, Grandmom, and Great Grandmom to all those born on our farm.
I loved her deeply, and her passing has hit me harder than I expected. Though we never kept her genetics due to her many health struggles, her spirit shaped everything we’ve built. Thank you to all who suggested names for the new one we had a few weeks ago, we decided to name her Maya. I just cannot picture going out to the dairy barn and not having to say that name. We are on hiatus from milking through the winter and will be back at it in the spring, as we are seasonally milking.
A SPECIAL THANK YOU to Ticonderoga Large Animal vet, Dr Amanda has been our vet for over 12 years from the day Maya came home. We could not farm without her care and support. Her heart and intellect go beyond basic vet care.
Those who know me, know that my heart belongs to a Jersey Heifer named Maya. And secondly, to my husband Mike. Mike purchased this cow f...