For farmers, there is a natural cycle to life. Things spring to life after the winter, and we harvest our crops at fall. Well, for livestock farmers, it is a bit more all year long.
As we get ready for the spring planting, I am reminded how drastically my life as changed as I have gone from the wife of a dairyman to the wife of an ex-dairyman. The cycle of life is much different.
For us, planting was all about getting the corn in the ground so we could chop it. Chop it you ask? Yes. That is when we use a machine the cuts the corn at the bottom of the stalk and then chops into bit size pieces for the cows. We would take the chopped up pieces in put it into silos or those long white bags you may see by farms. They sort of look like big long worms.
Boo loved helping with chopping.
This was all for the cows. And Boo spent many a day napping in the milking parlor while daddy milked.
Yes, that is cow poop on the side of the swing. And yes he would occasionally peel it off and chew on it. Insert gag reflex here. But he is a healthy kid, so it must of been self vaccination!
And he loved showing his calves.
And then it got to the point where we were losing more money every year since the price of raising crops, caring for the cows, and milking the cows cost more than we would get paid for the milk. After all farmers don’t set their prices, the food companies tell us what they are going to pay us for our goods. And milk is perishable so it isn’t like we had a lot of time to find another buyer. We had to take what we could get.
So, now for those few cows we have left, my poor husband has to go visit them at the other dairy farms that are taking good care of them.
It’s the cycle of life for an ex-dairy farmer.
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