Rescuing Rusty

We see so many glamorous images of the “cowboy”. A man tall on his horse out galloping across the plains, defending good and right, wiping the trail dust from his face as he greets his good woman who has been waiting for him in a clean tidy home with well behaved children.
I paused while busy trying to keep this calf alive and out of the mud, long enough to take this picture so I could share the reality. He was unlucky enough to be born just as a late May storm dropped over four inches of snow on us all. I’m not sure the vast amounts of mud show clearly enough for anyone to get the full picture.
People so seldom mention the reality of the “cowboy”. The mud and sweat and tears. The fact that many of us are actually the women waiting at home, with a filthy house because we’ve been out trying our dangdest to keep the cattle alive, with children who are half wild animal themselves.
There may be a few who are all pretty, in cowboy hats, chaps, and jangling spurs. A cap stays on better though and can be worn with a warm hat to keep our ears from freezing, and I’m usually covered in too much mud for spurs to still jangle even if I had any interest in wearing them.
I love my cow horse and use him when I can, but a fourwheeler can carry me and two children and the dog and the husband when we are all working together to get the job done. It may not be as romantic but a fourwheeler is also easier to carry calves on. After I manage to heft them up onto the back getting covered in mud, poop, and slime up to my shoulders. But at least I can get them up there.
No one talks about that smell that is unique to baby calves. A mixture of afterbirth, poop, and mud. The way it embeds its self into your fingernails, refusing to wash out no matter how much soap you use or how hard you scrub. Only to waft up to your nose then every time you try to eat. The way it permeates your house, brought in on the clothes coated in it but needed again too soon to have time to wash, so instead they come in to dry out and add a unique perfume to the house. One that can’t be found in any fancy candle.
The anguish of new lives lost despite a hard battle is glossed over. The people who supposedly love animals but can only respond to death and loss with comments about how they aren’t native, how can they be expected to live, or that they were going to be slaughtered anyway, what difference does it make? In their apparent lack of understanding of the difference between a life well lived and a meaningful death, they degrade all life.
Still we are out here fighting to maintain our way of life. Fighting to keep them all alive. Fighting to keep putting one foot in front of another and make it through another day. Always fighting.
And those times when it works, when a calf pulls through and can go back to its mama. The times when the morning frost tips the hair of the cows and horses in white. When the meadow lark sings loud and clear from a fence post as you pass. All those little moments make it well worth it. Mud and all

I haven’t been doing much here for the last week or so. I would like to say it’s because I’ve been so busy doing academy stuff. And I have been! But mostly it’s because it has been cold, raining, and, gasp, horror, SNOWING for the last week or longer. Sometimes it seems that the sun never really did shine and will never shine again. Snow and rain and clouds are in the forecast for the next week or longer.
The horses have been spending lots of time in the barn. I lead them to the run in shed over and over again only to have them run back out to stand shivering in the rain. I leave treat in there. I’m not hauling hay clear over there. They just don’t ant to go in. Apparently they like being locked in the other barn better.
The constant rain makes feeding difficult. Of course the cows aren’t out to pasture yet. The constant rain makes sorting and working and hauling difficult too. The rain sticks to the windows making the hay and dust stick to the windows making seeing difficult as the two ton? truck leg yields and does haunches in through the mud. Of course the windows are also fogged over because the windows have to be up to keep the same mess from filling the inside of the truck.
My last heifer that I have been waiting and waiting on finally had her calf. And she wont let it nurse. She wants him. She just doesn’t want him to nurse. I have to admit I have some sympathy for her there 😉 He’s a feisty little go getter though and isn’t deterred. Luckily because she’s kicking the crap out of him 🙁 She’s up at the barn too and has been through the chute a few times. It seems to be working now to pinch her down fairly tight in the tub and distract her with feed.
My husband has been trying desperately to get the corn planted. Not sure why, it’s not worth anything anyway. We had a couple of dry days predicted and he got the planter all ready to go. And they never showed up with the fertilizer.
So we decided to go get it ourselves so he could get started before it rained the next day. We had no sooner picked it up and where driving slowly down the gravel road when there was a loud pop. We looked around and the back window of the pickup had exploded!
Our son was in his car seat right underneath it. We got him out and looked over. Not a scratch on him! Then we stood looking at the window. An hour from home and a trailer on behind. We moved the car seat to the front seat and drove home. Glass tinkling and falling the whole time.
Once home my husband got the fertilizer loaded and started out to make a lap around the field. And it rained. Poured really.
But luckily, because it was too wet to work in the field, he got to make our daughters kindergarten program. 😏
He got the field planted a couple of days later. In the rain. Now the seed will sit there for the next week or two in the rain and snow and cold.
And all of that is why I haven’t been posting anything here! Hopefully spring will come for real and do it soon! The cows are getting cold out there and I want to play with my horses!!