cypressfarms
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Again I must apologize to all my friends on CT for being AWOL for so long. Coaching a 6 year old in baseball and two teenage daughters (one about to get a car) will consume anyone.
My dad had fairly serious surgery a few weeks ago. He just got back home about 2 weeks ago, and really doing fine now. He's 70, but from the old school and can probably still outwork many. A few days after he got home he made me quit coming over each day to check on his cows (he lives about 30 miles north of me - gas is expensive).
So this past Tuesday he goes out in the morning and ALL of his cows are GONE. He has roughly 45 acres, and around 20 braford/tigerstripe moma cows with calves and a nice Brangus bull. We've been going through a drought, and there is almost no grass. Somehow his front gate came open and all of the whole herd managed to walk through his front yard, onto the local small 2 lane highway and proceed to travel about 2 miles to a pond where there was water and lush grass.
He followed the cow patty trail and with my uncle's help managed to get them to come back, he cut the fence and they followed him in. (His cows are trained to come when called - to a feed trough). So he calls me at work and tells me that he's made up his mind; the following day he would have his entire herd picked up and sold at the auction 30 minutes north of him. I understood his frustration, it's his choice, so seemed fine by me. This choice was made after three or four hours of hard work getting the cows back.
So I call him the next morning around 10:00 thinking that the local hauler would have had plenty of time to finish. I asked him how he was doing, he said fine. He then tells me that he only sold the calves and the "ugly" heifers and cows, and kept the best 10 cows. When I ask him why, he told me "I can't stay in that house with your mom all day, she'll drive me nuts!"
I guess once it's in your blood, it's hard to get out...
My dad had fairly serious surgery a few weeks ago. He just got back home about 2 weeks ago, and really doing fine now. He's 70, but from the old school and can probably still outwork many. A few days after he got home he made me quit coming over each day to check on his cows (he lives about 30 miles north of me - gas is expensive).
So this past Tuesday he goes out in the morning and ALL of his cows are GONE. He has roughly 45 acres, and around 20 braford/tigerstripe moma cows with calves and a nice Brangus bull. We've been going through a drought, and there is almost no grass. Somehow his front gate came open and all of the whole herd managed to walk through his front yard, onto the local small 2 lane highway and proceed to travel about 2 miles to a pond where there was water and lush grass.
He followed the cow patty trail and with my uncle's help managed to get them to come back, he cut the fence and they followed him in. (His cows are trained to come when called - to a feed trough). So he calls me at work and tells me that he's made up his mind; the following day he would have his entire herd picked up and sold at the auction 30 minutes north of him. I understood his frustration, it's his choice, so seemed fine by me. This choice was made after three or four hours of hard work getting the cows back.
So I call him the next morning around 10:00 thinking that the local hauler would have had plenty of time to finish. I asked him how he was doing, he said fine. He then tells me that he only sold the calves and the "ugly" heifers and cows, and kept the best 10 cows. When I ask him why, he told me "I can't stay in that house with your mom all day, she'll drive me nuts!"
I guess once it's in your blood, it's hard to get out...
