This afternoon I needed to make a trip to town. On the drive in I pass by several ranches and farms. A lot of the "girls" in the fields have been dropping their calves in the past couple of weeks. All the wee babies look so cute bolting around on their spindly little legs.
As I was passing the last field before the road goes into the BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land, I glanced at the herd of white face Herefords that have been wintering there. There was a cow down flat, and I mean flat - laying on her side. At second glance, I could see she was in the process of birthing. But she looked like she and the calf didn't survive. I made a mental note to look again on my return trip. And happily, there was no downed cow - she and her little baby were up on their feet, hanging out with the rest of the herd.
It brought back memories of my Grandparent's dairy farm in Tillamook. I remember helping Grandma pull a calf that was stuck during birthing. She had to tie to it's feet and we both pulled to get that calf delivered. I was probably around six or seven years old. I have some wonderful memories of time spent at her farm.
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Thanks for sharing the news and the memories!
Hey, Mo,
Good to hear from you. Bet you are anxious to head to Yonderosa soon!
We drove through Tillamook last year..I was so excited to see where our cheese came from...lol.
Ain't for City Gals,
We have a special love for the Tillamook area. The motto there for years was "The land of cheese, trees and ocean breeze". Now people complain about what we call the "dairy air". But I enjoy the scent of manure - I was the kid that liked to clean the barn! And the smell of hay is like heaven to me!
Wow! Now there's a memory! We always had cows when I was little too, but I never got to do anything neat like that! LOL
Sure would love to raise a few head now though...
Besides, I think it would be good for the kids!
Sure called up some memories of working at my Uncle Bill's place during the Summer! I thought it was fun...but it was very hard work! Very enjoyable to me, I'll have to admit!
By the time I was old enough to have memories of my grandparent's farm they had already sold it and moved to northern California. But they did have an acre of land with lots of fruit trees and a vegetable garden that puts mine to shame. It was a whole quarter acre. Now I wonder how they ate all that they grew. In later years I had my horse there on the back half of the place. I do have fond memories of that time, but never got to experience any farm animals. - Margy
H.J. and Margy,
Seems like so many of us have some connection with farm life in our youth. Wonderful memories...
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