02/17/2026
I remember this night, as if it were yesterday.
The date was April 9, 2013.
Past the date of blizzards in Nebraska.
Or, not.
She roared in with a severe thunderstorm warning. Dad took cover in the calf shed out in the pasture, as the sky poured down hail.
Then, the temps fell and we were in the midst of a roaring blizzard.
That night, we brought in every calf, as soon as it hit the ground. The wind and wet snow was so bad, there was no safe place to hide in pasture. We did our best to zip tie tags to legs and keep records. They began to pile up in the shop.
I ran colostrum back and forth, through the night. At one point, I found my dad, asleep on the floor, his hand holding the work light so calves wouldn’t knock it over, and start a fire. The other men kept ferrying calves in, while we tended them here.
The following week, rivaled the things written, but never for the public’s view. It would take too much to explain it, too bone tired to try.
And why is that?
Because, we humans crave control.
We want succinct answers, and immediate gratification. We demand instantaneous explanations and solutions.
And we couldn’t give it.
We still can’t.
But, that doesn’t rattle us much.
Because we in animal agriculture, have to accept a harsh reality, and even embrace it.
Plan for the best, and then, come what may.
April of 2013 challenged every bit of our resolve. And there have been seasons since, that did it, again.
And now you may understand my “why”.
2005.2012.2013.2018.2019.
Crisis came. It came to us.
It will come again.
Unpreventable crisis of magnitude.
And our USDA professionals HELPED us.
The next time you want to rail on your FSA or NRCS folks, remember that they have helped. They have mechanisms to help. They need MORE qualified help and good training so that they can be here for us all.
Thank those who have helped you in your time of need. Then, thank them again. The job is not easy.
Believe me, I know.