One of those days

When we told my parents we wanted to farm, we still had about a year until we moved here. During that time, my mom would email us the details of the farm day - just to let us know the sort of life we were headed into living. Today was the kind of day that we'd read about and think - wow, it's going to be busy. (You'd think I'd remember more from growing up on a farm. Not really.)

Kris was planting, but something on the planter broke. He fixed it. Something else broke, and he fixed it. Then something else on the planter broke. It required welding. My dad fixed it. Obviously, there are names for all those parts, but they don't mean much to me.

Today also nine cows had calves. When a cow has a calf, it means you have to separate her from the rest of the cows in the pasture and drive her into the barn to get milked. Sometimes they just don't go easily, and today was one of those days.

They also found out that the cattle had ripped through a bunch of fences in the pasture.

Really, Kris left home at 6am and got home at 10pm and THIS is what people mean when they talk about farming being a lot of work - when it's planting, calving, and cows breaking through fences all at once!

This post could be one of my mom's emails. You know, with the names changed.