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.
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Love seeing cows in the fields. My grandfather used to say if they were all laying down, it was going to rain. I used to love riding through the farm areas "predicting" the weather.
Youve got to love cows. My grandfather had hundreds of them. As a kid I would get attached to the newborn calfs. But my grandfather made sure all us kids knew how to clean a cow shed - even if we were just visiting. Great. I can still smell it now.
Dave,
Grandpa must have loved for his grandchildren to visit - free labor to clean out the manure. :)
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