Today is a big day on this South Dakota farm. A day a man focuses on, sets his eyes on, when nothing seems to be running right; when shins are bruised from working angry cows, nights are ruined when fighting bulls escape, and curses erupt when a neighbor isn’t paying attention as cattle sneak out behind him.
A day when all the work of feeding daily rations, fixing fences and tractors, staring down mommas as they tagged their baby’s ears (running around the four-wheeler to put a barrier between you and her, if necessary), and the joys of becoming unstuck in South Dakota winters is all worth it.
Yes friends, today is sale day. This housewife has wiped a sing tear from her eye as she prepares to see her mostly black and curious companions head of into the unknown market world.
As we speak, 280 calves are being loaded into semis, where we will meet for the last time at the local sale barn, once owned by Country Man’s uncle.
Dang. And I promised myself I wouldn’t dwell on their departing.
It won’t be long before a new batch of babes call this yard home. A bawling mess they shall be; music to my ears, nonetheless.
Just another day in the agricultural life.
Well, another day plus a man’s yearly wages. That makes a difference. Sweet relief, we made it! There will be some celebrating happening around here.
Until we meet again (and according to the weather, with snow!) … Love to you all.