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If you raise cows, you either have to really love these animals or be somewhat not right in the head. The bovine can make a person half-crazy with her habits of finding fence holes, calving in dumb places and maybe getting a bit ornery at times. And let’s face it, we ain’t gettin’ rich doing this job.

I confess to not owning a tractor. I have plenty of friends nearby with tractors. But, in a lapse of good judgment, I borrowed one to brush hog a patch of weeds. Experienced farmers, even 8-year-old farm kids, know you always drive a tractor thumbs up. I didn’t remember.

As I stepped out at 6 a.m. to get some chores finished before my planned excursion into town that morning, I relished the sight of a clear sky despite the below-freezing temperatures.

A New Year means new goals, right?

Usually.
Maybe.
Not this year.

It’s that time of year when Bowflex and Jenny Craig monopolize our televisions and the parking lot to the gym looks like a corral on shipping day.

If you read my last blog (part II is coming), you know the propensity for my livestock to get “out.” This propensity started when my first 4-H weaner pig burrowed from his pen a week before early weigh-ins some 15 odd years ago. That little pig was never seen again.