I read a book in High School called “5 acres and Independence”, written in the 40’s or early 50’s IIRC. We had rented a farm house when I was in about 6th grade, and had lived in CA and was a Boy Scout and got to hike and camp in the Sierras, Yosemite, Big Sur, etc.
I was convinced I had to live in the country. Took me until I was 30 to pull it off.
Had a big calf (80-90lbs) born yesterday while I was at work; it was licked off and dry so I left it outside with mama, even though it was still and clear and supposed to get to 0*. (Got 5 others so far doing fine)
It was dead this am. Should have brought it in. One year I had calves everywhere in the house, didn’t want to repeat that.
If you have livestock, you’re gonna have some deadstock. This one could have been saved, though.
My sympathy about the calf. I lost a heifer calf the same way last December. Thought she would be fine. Waddaya gonna do?
That’s a shame about the calf.
But, don’t beat yourself up too much over this. ‘Tis Nature’s Way, my FRiend.
I read a book in High School called “5 acres and Independence”,
I still have my copy. Just seeing it’s binding on the bookshelf is inspiring.