Last year about this time, my farm was raining calves. Even then, with one disappeared, one sick and one in my freezer, I was just one calf ahead from even.
Farming has it moments.
This year with all cows open, I hoped to do better. Today I'm now down two!
This year's crop of calves were all born within a week of each other, except for one who did not make it. Neither did it's mom.
While I was attending to two birthing mothers, one unsuspecting mother hid in the far parts of my pasture. She died giving birth. That's about one-tenth of my herd, lost.
If only, I knew. I shoulda, coulda woulda saved her. She was so close. I feel bad for her.
Which goes to show you, farming is not all good. Its a way of life . . . and sometimes death.
3 comments:
too bad about your commissioners run, er, i mean loss ... oh well.
Thanks for the rhetorical comment. I see through that.
The losers are those who sit on their laurels, complain but never give it a go themselves, or fail put their own efforts where their mouth is, then bitch about those who did. If you want to point out my 26 vote county wide loss, like you did on the many comments I did not publish, put your own name in the ring a make a difference. Then you'll have something to crow about. I at least did that, and put my name here to boot!
Dave:
There are idiots everywhere. To lose your cow and her calf is sad. Then there is the life of those which you helped bring into the world, with God's help. That day in your farm is a microcosm of our times. We lose and we gain. We can take comfort in what we have and often take for granted. You have done more in that one day than most politicians have done or will ever do in years of trying.
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