We have spent the last 2 years raising, loving, and caring for our big ole’ “baby cows.”
These ornery boys have been so much fun to learn the ropes of raising cattle on our little farm. They left with scratches, kisses, and lots of loves as they headed off to freezer camp this weekend.
When I think about the fretting, the tears, and the love that went into raising them from bottle babies- the 5am early mornings, the evening bottle feeds in the snow, the escaping every. single. time. my husband was traveling, I can’t help but feel sad, and thankful.
They gave me cold morning walks under the stars with my husband, at a time when we were both still homesteading-babies, learning so much (still are …), excited, and nervous.
They taught us about the first hard loss of an animal you try so hard to save (there were once 3 big ole cow babies).
They gave us endless laughter as the ran and played in the pastures as calves, and heart attacks every time they came rumbling up for scratches after they were 1500lb pounds.
They gave us something to do each day, something to look forward to (our first home raised, grass-fed beef), and something to look back on.
We gave them a lot of love, a lot of garden tomatoes, a lot of good hay, a lot of time. In return they will continue to give by feeding our young family.
After taking them to the processor yesterday, we prayed for them at our family meal last night.
I didn’t cry, but I am now.
Not because they are gone, but because when I think about all we went through with them, what we learned, the friendships that grew just from their escaping (howdy neighbors!), the time my husband and I had together while caring for them, our kids learning about real life from these 2 huge animals while watching them grow…
I am just grateful.
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