I think I've mentioned to you all my father is now in a nursing home,
and hospice has been called in because he
is in kidney failure. This completely dashes any ideas that he would
ever improve to the point he got to come home.
He had a few cows which we kind of "inherited" eight months ago when
he got ill. DH & I know nothing about cows. We fed them, watered
them, and that seemed to work. They started having babies last spring,
and that
was pretty exciting. We messed with the babies a lot just because they
were so darn cute.
Normal ranching practice is, you take the calves each fall off to be
sold. I've seen a sale barn auction in action. It's
absolutely horrible. These calves have never been off the place where
they were born. Now, cows are dumb, and sometimes drooly and smelly,
but most of them are such gentl
creatures you cannot imagine.
Especially Katherine. Katherine was born with absolutely no fear of
humans. When she sees me, she runs to me
like a dog and checks my pockets for treats. When she sees DH, she
snorts, slings her head, throws her back end around and tries to kick
him. I think that's just precious.
I figure I have two choices, since I absolutely can't sell this baby.
I can find a "good home" on a neighboring farm to someone who is
looking for breeding stock to keep. Someone I know takes care of their
cattle. Or we can build
fence so that we can separate the calves from the bull. (who is their
father and can't be kept with them after puberty hits -- nuff said
about that).
I'm not getting attached to any more of them. :-(
Anyway, here's a pic of Kathrine.
http://good-times.webshots.com/photo/2362602110101618540ibhUOv
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