Medic24
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We worked hard most of the day, banding, vacinating, and otherwise working with a large groupo of calves yesterday, it took most of the day.
But, after we finished we walked up above the barn to one of the many huge rocks poking from the surface of our pasture, and we sat. Quietly we watched our cattle surround us, our Llamas grazing above us, and our lone surviving goat standing and staring at us from another rock perched just a few yards away. Off to the right we heard one cow bawling as she attempted to lacate the rest of her herdmates, a few crows cawwing at our intrusion as they flew otherwise silently over the patchy snow fields.
We sat mesmorized as we observed the calves spread out in the waining sun, catching the last vestages of warmth, the cattle standing chewing their cuds, also drawing in the very last bit of warmth the sun had to offer before it once again disapeared behind the mountains..........we sat in absolute awe!
As the gloaming approached , I finally realized , as never before, this is mine, ours, we did this, we own these cattle, most of which we look at more as pets, or friends, we have had here for so long, we know them and their own unique personalities, as they know ours ( I swear they don't like No1 as much as they do me! They FEAR No 1 I think.) We built our own new barn by ourselves and it's still standing after several years and too many hard storms to count, (yes miracles do happen).
I have never observed any of my neighbors ever sitting out and watching the cattle, taking into account that this sure beats the heck out of living or working in the city. Knowing that nature as well as all that you built surrounds you. All of the small projects have fianlly melded into a large farm.
Soooo...I was just wondering....anyone else ever sit....and ponder what they have, what they have accomplished? the beauty that surrounds them? The herds that they build up from absolutely nothing at all?
But, after we finished we walked up above the barn to one of the many huge rocks poking from the surface of our pasture, and we sat. Quietly we watched our cattle surround us, our Llamas grazing above us, and our lone surviving goat standing and staring at us from another rock perched just a few yards away. Off to the right we heard one cow bawling as she attempted to lacate the rest of her herdmates, a few crows cawwing at our intrusion as they flew otherwise silently over the patchy snow fields.
We sat mesmorized as we observed the calves spread out in the waining sun, catching the last vestages of warmth, the cattle standing chewing their cuds, also drawing in the very last bit of warmth the sun had to offer before it once again disapeared behind the mountains..........we sat in absolute awe!
As the gloaming approached , I finally realized , as never before, this is mine, ours, we did this, we own these cattle, most of which we look at more as pets, or friends, we have had here for so long, we know them and their own unique personalities, as they know ours ( I swear they don't like No1 as much as they do me! They FEAR No 1 I think.) We built our own new barn by ourselves and it's still standing after several years and too many hard storms to count, (yes miracles do happen).
I have never observed any of my neighbors ever sitting out and watching the cattle, taking into account that this sure beats the heck out of living or working in the city. Knowing that nature as well as all that you built surrounds you. All of the small projects have fianlly melded into a large farm.
Soooo...I was just wondering....anyone else ever sit....and ponder what they have, what they have accomplished? the beauty that surrounds them? The herds that they build up from absolutely nothing at all?
