Thursday, April 2, 2009
Cows again .......
My Dad worked a 9 to 5 job, but we lived on a farm where he raised Hereford beef cattle. He would get home from work, change from his suit and tie into work clothes, and go out to take care of the cows. So many memories of my childhood revolve around cows. I named my first cow - Cherry. She had calves that we sold and the money went in my savings account. My cows helped pay my way to college. When Dad could no longer care for the cows and sold them, I really missed them.
Our neighbors ran a dairy farm across the road from our house, Several years ago, they went out of business, as so many of the smaller dairies were doing. Once their cows were gone, I couldn't see any from my front windows. I missed seeing them, hearing them, and even smelling them.
Last week I looked out and there were cows in the field again. What a wonderful sight! My neighbors are boarding these for awhile, so they aren't here permanently. I'll enjoy them while I can.
These are dairy cows - Holstein. I will always love Herefords the most - they are a reddish brown and white. I'll have to look up a picture of our cows.