Cow Belle-Storm
6:30am alarm went off and I hit the snooze button until the very last minute which was 6:59am. I would roll out of bed and tuck my pajama pants into my boots and run out the door, hop in my truck and drive 25 seconds to my parents house. I would quickly make the milk which mostly consisted of me finding the right temperature of water to fill my infamous blue bucket, borrow my Mom's whisk to stir the milk and briskly walk to the cow pen with my parent's dog Jada to feed my calf. Race back home to throw on clothes and head to my 8am class at our local college. That was my morning in a nutshell for a few months after I got my first calf. I'm going to try to tell you about each calf I raised in a new blog post each week. If I wrote about them all at once you would have to buy the book!
You would have thought after my first 2 years of college I would have learned that 8am was not a time to schedule a class! But that is a whole other story that I'll get around to writing one day.
Cows hold quite a special place in my heart and taught me a lot not only about them, but about me as well. If there is one thing I've been around since I was born, it has been cows. I grew up with Holsteins on a Dairy until I was 7 and then Angus/Charolais/Hereford from there on out. It wasn't until I started working for my family's farm that my love really grew for them. I was thrust into caring for one of them individually shortly after I started working for the farm and my infatuation just grew from there. She was my first calf and her name was Storm to match her attitude. She was literally born during a storm so she was a tough little booger from the start. I had to become responsible REAL quick because that little diva required a lot of care. I understood the farming aspect of raising her so I told myself to not become attached like I had every other animal I had ever laid eyes on. She stayed with me until she was about a year and a half and then she was sold. She was as stubborn as a mule, but I loved her so! My Uncle and my Dad guided me through the process of raising cows. They taught me how to get them to nurse, give shots, how much feed and hay to give them and when the time was right to give it to them. It was a joint effort really and I could not have done it without them.
So without further ado, everyone meet STORM 🐮
You would have thought after my first 2 years of college I would have learned that 8am was not a time to schedule a class! But that is a whole other story that I'll get around to writing one day.
Cows hold quite a special place in my heart and taught me a lot not only about them, but about me as well. If there is one thing I've been around since I was born, it has been cows. I grew up with Holsteins on a Dairy until I was 7 and then Angus/Charolais/Hereford from there on out. It wasn't until I started working for my family's farm that my love really grew for them. I was thrust into caring for one of them individually shortly after I started working for the farm and my infatuation just grew from there. She was my first calf and her name was Storm to match her attitude. She was literally born during a storm so she was a tough little booger from the start. I had to become responsible REAL quick because that little diva required a lot of care. I understood the farming aspect of raising her so I told myself to not become attached like I had every other animal I had ever laid eyes on. She stayed with me until she was about a year and a half and then she was sold. She was as stubborn as a mule, but I loved her so! My Uncle and my Dad guided me through the process of raising cows. They taught me how to get them to nurse, give shots, how much feed and hay to give them and when the time was right to give it to them. It was a joint effort really and I could not have done it without them.
So without further ado, everyone meet STORM 🐮
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