|I had to see this in Holstein World, when it is right down the road at Hudson River Tractor.|
I never go anywhere..
Isn't it clever? We stopped and got a pic of our own yesterday
As we go about the work I realize why we keep doing it. It certainly isn't for the money. 2012 was the least profitable year for dairy farming recorded, worse even then the disaster of 2009, not because of low prices but rather frighteningly high input costs. Milk to feed ratios are appalling, the worst ever seen.
And believe me, we feel it here. Despite being tiny and very frugal and do-it-yourself-ish, times are just awful. Just when you think it can't get any worse it does.
And yet, we keep soldiering on. Partly because we can't figure out how to get off the merry-go-round and still have a living of any sort and partly because of nights like last night.
All the kids were home. They are all actually adults now, with off farm jobs, but they all come home as often as they can, to help in any way they can. Of itself that would be enough reason to slog ever onward. We certainly could not do what we do without them.
Last night they were all laughing and raising heck so hard the cows were skittering around a little wondering what was going on. (And our cows are very used to nonsense having grown up with a basketball hoop on the side of the barn, bicycles in the barnyard etc. etc. Many of the show ring veterans are happy to be employed as comfy couches when they are lying down, having grown accustomed to people napping on them at fairs and shows over the years.)
They were playing with kittens (and yes, when those tiny paws poke out of the holes in the little cardboard kitty box, they do have tiny claws on the end and will snag you like a burdock). They were teasing each other, singing and silly, and arguing over who was going to take the outside cows up the hill and how the hay would get thrown down.
It was all hard work and yet it was a festival of family fun as well. They are all cool people in their own right and we sure wouldn't see much of them if it weren't for cows and the conundrums they cause.
I am going to look back and miss all this someday. I won't remember the check book that won't ever balance. I will remember the fun and foolishness and kittens and calves and snow geese going over and sounding like Santa's sleigh up there.
I am going to miss it all a lot.
(And please don't think it is always like that...sometimes the arguing is just as loud....)