Farming. People think it's a majestic, rewarding, magical experience to be had in the spring or summer when baby calves, goatlings, and bunnies are being born. They think it's all roses and ribbons, cotton candy at the fair farming.
It's not. It's grueling, heartbreaking, gut wrenching… it's staying up all night, praying nothing goes amiss at foaling, calving, kidding times. It's trekking out into tornadoes and lightning because there's a chance the barn was left open. It's struggling to feed, medicate, vet, and raise babies into profit, or more realistically, into old geriatrics that you must put down, or hold as they take their final breath. It's cradling the baby that you thought was safe, because you made it through the normal milestones of danger, while praying the vet makes it in time. It's knowing that every time you lose one, you die a little inside. It's learning the hard way. Breaking ice in 18" of snow, before you've eaten, so the animals get to have water. It's saving up all winter at your "real" job so you can scrape enough to buy the hay and feed they need. And replace it when it's crap, the barn floods, or it didn't last as long as you had hoped.
Yes farming can be magical. Yes it can be fun. Yes it can be rewarding. But if you can't look them in the eyes, knowing they will die in your arms, then don't enter into farming. If you can't go without new shoes, clothes or cars to vet and feed, then don't enter into farming.
If you think it's not in you to spend all night holding a poop covered calf up on his own feet, or giving an enema, or walking a horse that is trying to colic, then please don't enter into farming. It's not a comfortable life. There's no money in it. People will tell you that you're cruel, stupid, or going to end the world. If you're not capable of dealing, don't enter into farming.
It's not. It's grueling, heartbreaking, gut wrenching… it's staying up all night, praying nothing goes amiss at foaling, calving, kidding times. It's trekking out into tornadoes and lightning because there's a chance the barn was left open. It's struggling to feed, medicate, vet, and raise babies into profit, or more realistically, into old geriatrics that you must put down, or hold as they take their final breath. It's cradling the baby that you thought was safe, because you made it through the normal milestones of danger, while praying the vet makes it in time. It's knowing that every time you lose one, you die a little inside. It's learning the hard way. Breaking ice in 18" of snow, before you've eaten, so the animals get to have water. It's saving up all winter at your "real" job so you can scrape enough to buy the hay and feed they need. And replace it when it's crap, the barn floods, or it didn't last as long as you had hoped.
Yes farming can be magical. Yes it can be fun. Yes it can be rewarding. But if you can't look them in the eyes, knowing they will die in your arms, then don't enter into farming. If you can't go without new shoes, clothes or cars to vet and feed, then don't enter into farming.
If you think it's not in you to spend all night holding a poop covered calf up on his own feet, or giving an enema, or walking a horse that is trying to colic, then please don't enter into farming. It's not a comfortable life. There's no money in it. People will tell you that you're cruel, stupid, or going to end the world. If you're not capable of dealing, don't enter into farming.