Walking in fields with cows
March is usually a miserable prick of a month in Missouri. The wind! It never ends. It presses against the windows with the fists of invisible…
That night when we forgot to feed the cows on time
During the rare weekend when our head cattle guy heads out of town, cow duties fall on Jon’s shoulders. It’s not exactly a chore he adores.…
My diller killer
Armadillos aren’t native to Missouri, but we’re seeing them come in droves. Blame global warming. Or deny global warming. But the fact of life is that…
Go on, git!
It happened in an instant. One kick, one quick flick of a 600 lb calf’s back legs, and our cattle man was rubbing his backside with…
Dinner bell
I have nothing romantic or notable to say aside from the fact that I love living on a cattle farm. I am so very lucky. Ding,…
Everything hungry
In the tail end of winter, we got one last snowfall. It was weeks ago, now, but I still feel the chill. It touches everything, every…
Men at work
*contains graphic imagery* It’s a bloody business, operating a cattle farm. The days ticking down to Thanksgiving are typically a flurry of family matters and last-minute…
More on medicating cows, especially calves
I wrote about this in an earlier post, but here’s the thing: If you’ve never spent time around a cattle operation but walk around spouting rhetoric…
First snow
I suppose everyone makes a post like this at this time of year. But my God, it is beautiful. Jon came home early from his trip,…
Cut for cud
Fun Fact: Cows spend up to eight hours a day chewing their own cud. Jon always gets a little butt-hurt about the fact that I don’t…
the flying farmers 