The truck rolled onto the farm this morning before daylight to pick up our calves to take to market.
We took out a few replacement heifers and left these to sell. Clouds began rolling in before we finished sorting and feeding them, and rain fell during the night. There's always a sense of pride in sending off good calves, but a little sadness too. Mead, my bottle calf, got to stay here this time; before he goes I'll have a talk with him about greener pastures, but leave out the part about the future. sniff, sniff, Charlotte
Oh Charlotte, that has to be difficult. I know that it is the way things must be, but having spent so much time with that little one... I'm glad he didn't have to go this time.
ReplyDeleteHooray for the rain. They are predicting our drought will last at least another year. Not a happy thought.
I turn animals into pets and can't bear to part with them. At least every one didn't have to go. Good thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI'd probably cry, but a person has to do what they gotta do..
ReplyDeleteOh, no. What kind of greener pastures are you speaking of. Wasn't it blustery this morn.
ReplyDeleteI'd have a difficult time parting with them....
ReplyDeleteI think it would be hard to raise these babies and then send them off............but that is what makes a successful farmer right? Blessings,Kathleen
ReplyDeleteI've never had farm animals, but am considering giving a go at chickens and maybe a goat or two. Let's see how I deal with the conflict you are describing!
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