Winter Feeds

Yesterday, while working from my impromptu vet-clinic office, my dad called me. “You should probably put on some warm clothes. I need some help with that water main and we need to feed the cows.” he said. I cannot say that I was surprised by the pronouncement, but I did have to laugh. Dad’s edicts…

A Hot Pink Squeeze Chute, and That Ain’t No Bull

A few years ago, I was on the phone with Megan, a vet tech at the clinic. She made mention of being on the backroads and saw (wait for it) a pink….squeeze….chute. No joke, and it didn’t look like someone’s idea of a practical joke. Someone had taken the thing apart, sanded it down, painted…

Thar Be Dragons, or a Why You Should Be Wary of Certain Cows

Since I’m not on hand this spring for calving duties, supermom and dog-watcher extraordinaire Megan thought she’d regale me with this missive from the north. Well, I am on my last seven cows to calve, meaning that 21 little black streaks of fur are dashing in and out and around cornstalks and straw. Never in…