When I first started feeding calves, I loved it. My husband would do chores and then come finish milking for me so I could fill a couple buckets of milk and go convince the calves that a bucket is just as good as a bottle. Then work started piling up and my husband wasn’t able…
I thought I would share with you this entry from my personal journal one year ago today. This is a sure sign that the little guy is growing up too fast because my immediate response was to think, “aahhhh, that was when he was just a baby!” I think it was also the week he…
The barn is blue. Half a dozen bright tarps strung from rafters and held firm to the floor with bales of hay. All the animals are in one corner, held in place by blue walls. The numbers are so few, they are being watered by hand. They do not produce enough body heat to keep…
Last January we had a heifer freshen in. She wasn’t named previously but quickly earned the title, Kangaroo. The moment you moved toward her stall she would jump a foot into the air. In the midst of one of those jumps, she moved sideways and landed on my right foot. The bruise wrapped from one…
My hands were covered in blood and manure. The new little calf fought my offer of milk from the bottle. She swung her head and tugged at her rope. The mother hadn’t licked off the baby and the remains of birth, manure and hay covered the shivering body. I knew the warm colostrum that I…
I found it last night. I was trying to clean up the barn desk and this scrap of paper fell out. I had forgotten that day, completely, but I’m so thankful I scribbled the words on the back of the milk check stub. They made me stop and praise the God who makes the corn…
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