Each year we wean the calves at the end of October and ship them to the buyers in California. The ones that don't get shipped each day get to live in the field right outside our house. They just pace back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, screaming, "Mommy, mommy!" but it sounds more like a wailing a baby, a sound I just can't sleep through (I blame it on evolution). After last year's experience, I got some earplugs. The loud fan on our fireplace helped a lot too, but I still had trouble sleeping. It snowed right before we got the last ones shipped, but they were all gone on November 12th. The kids started school November 9th and we went up the first weekend to ship cows and the second weekend for the Donnelly Library auction and our 7th anniversary. Ben's still up there with the cows, but we're down for the season unless something comes up.
From one of my favorite books, ever: HARVEST
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