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The Big Question

Kids in agriculture often learn life lessons much earlier than most.  They experience the loss of calves, lambs, pets, etc., early in life and sometimes often.  On the flip side, they are blessed to see the miracle of birth way more often.  And, they learn about the birds and the bees earlier than most kids.

Tonight we had been talking about getting the rest of the bulls out of the cows as the breeding season has ended for us, and then hauling the bulls back to their home pasture to recoup and get ready for next year.  Later while tucking the Wild Child into bed, after prayers, we were visiting about our day.  She started telling me about a day in late June when we moved some pairs from one pasture to a new pasture.

“Mom.  There was this bull with a dirty butt… I think he was #4.  Anyway, he was riding all the cows.”

“That’s his job, honey.  He was breeding them so they can have calves again in the spring.  Cows can’t have babies without bulls.”

“Oh yeah.  I knew that.”  Silence…  and then, “So moms can’t have babies unless dads breed them?”

“Ok!  Time to go to sleep!  Have a good night, Sweets.”

Sometimes it is best to leave the birds and the bees talk strictly focused on animals, especially when dealing with a 5-year-old.  Yep— she caught me off guard on that one.

Until next time… JARW

This Week In Photos 8.29.13

Spent a few days watching this replacement heifer that had a little eye irritation.  We wanted to make darn sure it that it didn’t progress in to anything more than a little runny eye.  Thankfully it didn’t!


Cut in to a watermelon this week and it was hollow. Completely.  I have never had that happen  before.  It had three distinct sections, but completely hollow in the middle.IMG_9615

The Wild Child and Huck.  I think they love each other.  Good ole Huckleberry!


“You talkin to us?”  A few of the bums watching me intently to see what my plan was, and already planning their escape route.  Their mommas were old and/or crippled cull cows that went to the sale this month.  There wasn’t a plan.  I was just checking on them.  They didn’t make a run for it, which is always nice.


Eagles Nest.  The view in our winter pasture.  The place where the Wild Child’s imaginary eagle friends, Earl and Pearl, live.   We have TONS of Earl and Pearl stories.  They are really quite delightful, mischievous, and helpful– depending on the day.


This beauty was a LONG way away from a hunter looking to score big.  I honestly wasn’t laughing… shaking my head, but not laughing— really.  Poor guy.  There were some nice ones by him, too, so I’m sure he wasn’t too upset.


Huck will just grab the Wild Child’s finger and hold them in our mouth.  They are both so goofy.IMG_9625

One of the waterhole blinds.  It is actually quite pretty here, but still don’t know how many hours I could sit in one.


This is how we wash the dirt off of tomatoes at our house.  Isn’t this how everyone does it? She is going to be a wet little girl when they all start turning!


Until next time— JARW


IMG_7037Ranch kids sure seem to learn about death early, and sometimes often.  The Wild Child has had a tough go with her livestock this year. Her 3-year-old cow, Kaydee Cow, sloughed her calf in January and went to the sale a few weeks later.  She hated to see Kaydee Cow go. Her first cow-induced sadness.

Her 2-year-old heifer, Lula Belle, had a runt calf in March– Brown Eyes. She calved during the night and I carried him to the barn.  He was so little, but a spunky little thing.  When the WC got up the next morning I bundled her up and took her to the barn to show her Lula Belle’s calf.  On the way down there she was adamant that she was going to name the calf Blue Eyes because she was sure it would have blue eyes just like she did.  When we got there she just shrugged her shoulders and said “Well– I guess I better name it Brown Eyes.”

cropped-IMG_67271.jpgBrown Eyes went to heaven when he was about six weeks old.  He had looked a little out of sorts when we were sorting some pairs, but nothing that we were concerned about.  The next morning Pine went out to check on him, came back to the house and said, “I need to talk to you in the bedroom.”  I knew it couldn’t be good.  He had just found Brown Eyes dead.  So we broke the news to the Wild Child.  She took it like a trooper, said “Well I guess GOD needed him”, and then wanted to go out and see him and check on Lula Belle.  That’s what we did.

We found Lula Belle on the feed ground filling her belly.  The WC says “She looks so sad.”  I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.  Lula Belle looked anything but— she only looked happy to have hay in her mouth.  That afternoon we brought in another calf off an old crippled cow and grafted it on to LB.  The WC was in the barn that night checking on the progress.  She told the graft not to worry that Lula Belle was going to take good care of her, and it seems she has.  She was just so matter of fact about it all.  

Yesterday she had another rude meeting with death.

IMG_7867Our old dog, Better, went to heaven.  It was a sad, sad day– for all of us– but especially for Papa as Better was mostly his.  He buried him in the pasture along side of his last faithful old dog.  Better was 14-years-old.  This morning the Wild Child said to her dad, “Did you know that Better died yesterday, Dad?”  He had been on a parts run when it happened.  Then she started crying.  With her crying, me now crying too, and him with tears in his eyes he said “I did, Kate.  It makes me so sad.”  And here I sit crying again.  Dang dog!  I just hugged her and said “Oh don’t cry Sweetie.  Better is in heaven with GOD.  He doesn’t hurt anymore.  He can run and play again.  He is probably even chasing rabbits!”

“MOM!”, she replied!  “If the rabbits are in heaven they are already dead so he won’t have to chase them too far.”  Her view of the situation was so enlightening.  She just knows that when friends die they are going to be with GOD.  She was sad, but realistic.  It happens.  It sucks.  But she knows and trusts that all is still well with the world.  She should give lessons.

Rest In Peace, Better Dog!  You will be missed.