04/06/2026
Despite the entirely unpredictable weather, a couple tough loses and a few to many c-sections. We had another great calving season.
Once you’re on the other side of it, you truly wonder how you got through it. Calving in Jan/February is not for the faint of heart. It is continuous sleepless nights, it’s sore backs, it’s frozen hands & feet. It is putting every bit of grit and determination into every single day. It is knowing that if you don’t put the time and work in today, you’ll pay for it tomorrow. It’s getting a calf sucking at 2:00am even when you haven’t yet closed your eyes for the night. It’s night checks every 2 hours because newborns don’t survive in -40. It’s juggling school pick ups, extra curricular, still maintaining a home & making sure your kids know they’re still loved and important even though they do come second in this season. It’s not easy. And some days you’ll even question why you’re doing it.
But then you’ll hear the smacking of a calf that finally figured out how to suck, or a motherly beller of the heifer that took a few days to want her calf, it’s the warmer days when the baby’s are running with their tails straight in the air. It’s when your scour calf finally has a solid s**t, or your diptheria calf makes a full recovery. It’s now, in this very moment when you see that the hours, days, weeks & months of mental and physical exertion has paid off.
Most of all, it’s the pride in myself that each year I learn a little more & change a little bit. And that I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that my Dad is more proud with each passing day.