Many of you already know that I have never owned any cattle, so I was hesitant to respond to this, but I'm going to antway.
I grew up working on my aunt & uncle's small dairy farm. They also had a few head of beefers and a few chickens and pigs around from time to time. Couldn't wait to get up there every summer, and spent a year there after high school. Did a lot of things the old fashioned way. I can even remember when they still shipped milk in the old milk cans and didn't have indoor plumbing.
Anyway, finally went to college but dropped out after a couple of years. Majored in Dairy Science. My life went in another direction and, for reasons I won't go into here, never was able to get started with any kind of livestock. Probably never will, but who knows for sure? Still enjoy talking, reading, and dreaming about cattle. That's why I'm here. I may get out of line once in awhile, but I hope sometimes the perspective of someone on the outside looking in can be of some help to some of you.
I hope this doesn't come across as sounding melancholy, because it's not meant to be. I have a wonderful family and a full, happy life. As for cattle, I'll just have to live that through all of you.