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Working Holidays

Easter break in college is the normal time for everyone to relax and catch up on all those homework assignments that have been forgotten and put off. As I headed back to school, I realized that I didn’t get to relax or do any homework.

But who can do homework when there is real work to do? On Friday, I got to visit with some of my favorite neighbors when they came over to help with our second round of working cows and finally weaning the calves that got worked a couple of weeks ago.

Some of our Farm Family

For my family, we celebrate Easter on Saturday. Nothing like homemade sausage, mashed potatoes and gravy, green bean for an Easter dinner. Topped off with ice cream cake and I was in heaven! After supper, my sister and I challenged our cousins to my favorite game, Kick the Can ( or in our case the ice cream tub). If you haven’t played this glorified game of hide and seek, you are missing definitely missing out!

All the cousins ready to play!

Easter Sunday started off with a relaxing breakfast but that’s where the relaxing ended. After breakfast, my parents and I headed out to the Osage Bend farm to pick up the tractor and sprayer. Of course nothing is simple when it comes to farming.

Dad can still point to what I'm supposed to do!

Instead of just starting the tractor and hooking up the sprayer, I had to put a new battery on the tractor. With my dad still not up to par in the health department from last week, I had to do it by myself. With the tractor running, I hoped in our Dodge truck for the only the second round of driving lessons on a stick shift. After a LOT of excitement (and yelling), our little caravan headed to the river bottom to pick up the sprayer with Mom in the lead on the tractor and Dad and I following in the truck. Getting the sprayer hooked up with a little more excitement (and a lot more yelling), we headed back up the hill to with the tractor and sprayer. Since it was getting late, we (ok, Dad decided) that we could just haul it home the next night. After getting home, we spent the rest of the night just the way I love to- sitting on the back deck, enjoying family and the view that our animals munching on their hay provide. Some people hate working on the holidays, but with my job, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Happy Easter from our farm family to yours!


Home and Hard Work

Home is where the heart and the hard work is, at least on our farm is. This weekend was no exception. Starting bright and early Saturday morning, we began one of my favorite farm jobs: working cattle. Starting the morning off right, as soon as Dad rattled the bucket of feed, the cows took off running for the lot. Cows running anywhere is never a good thing, but cows running before you work them is even worse.  With one cow getting a solid kick to my Dad’s leg, I was happy we were only working the calves. For this time, we only had to castrate the bull calves and give everyone their first round of vaccinations.

Some of our calves waiting to be worked.

All of supplies, ready to go!

A couple of weeks from now we will round everyone up again, give the second round, and wean off the youngsters. Everyone gets a special job when we work cattle (thanks for the pics Mom!) and usually, I get to give all the vaccinations. This time, I was designated ear tagger.

Working on my ear tagging skills.

Not sure if that was a promotion or not. Of course, working cows is never boring, but this time was almost a disaster.When we castrate our bull calves, someone has to get down in the shoot. (Probably not the safest way, but that’s how it happens!) One tricky little calf worked his head out of the head gate and slammed back into the shoot and the guy in there. Luckily, no one was hurt including the calf but it was a little scary!

After all the fun of working cattle, I thought I would get the rest of the day off. But no, Dad had different plans. So after working cattle, we got to build an electric fence, and then after lunch, we went straight into hauling manure. Thank goodness for our four-wheel drive Ford tractor or I wouldn’t have been able to move in the morning!

Even though, I may have to work my butt off when I go home, I still wouldn’t trade a day of it for anything else in the world. Home and hard work will always be in my heart.