Soapweed
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Here is a poem that my cousin wrote a few years ago. It seems
to be more pertinent now than it was when it was first posted. :wink:
The Rookie's First Calving Season
by Ken Moreland
Week One:
It's a cool winter evening
With a breeze out of the west.
I just love this ranching life
And I love calving time the best.
I see the little calves,
As they wildly romp and run,
Then lie down on a grassy hill
For a short nap in the sun.
Every hour, on the hour,
I jump lightly on my feet,
And hustle to the calving lot,
Another baby sure to greet.
I rub him down with a sack
And put him in a stall.
I wait to make sure he sucks
For I'm a rancher, after all.
Week two:
The weather, which was balmy,
Has now turned bitter cold.
I know it's only been two weeks
But this calving's getting old.
There's a calf out in the barn,
That simply will not suck,
While another's in the calving lot,
At the hips he's fastly stuck.
The vet is on his way again.
He knows the way by heart,
But they always said the first two weeks
Would be the hardest part.
Week three:
I've got another prolapse
And I tried to get it back.
Try to push ten pounds of Jello
Into a five-pound sack.
The vet had to come out again,
It went back, just like he said.
Everything was looking good,
But by now the cow was dead.
Week four:
It's snowing hard again tonight,
The wind chill's ten below.
I'm going to need a wrecking bar
To pry that calf up from the snow.
I pulled four calves today,
Since breakfast, which I never had.
I got knocked down by a cow.
She hurt me pretty bad.
Week five:
I over-slept again last night
And missed my shift by hours.
I guess there'll be two less calves
That won't up and die from scours!
I've got another head cold.
My knee is swelling bad.
This month of March has got to be
The worst month I've ever had.
Week six:
I'm so sick of calving;
I've never been so tired.
No sleep and too much coffee,
I've never been so wired.
I've been sleeping in my clothes
For over four days now.
My banker never mentioned this
When I bought this bunch of cows.
Don't know how real ranchers do it,
This calving has got me down.
Call the sale barn, woman;
These cows are going to town!
to be more pertinent now than it was when it was first posted. :wink:
The Rookie's First Calving Season
by Ken Moreland
Week One:
It's a cool winter evening
With a breeze out of the west.
I just love this ranching life
And I love calving time the best.
I see the little calves,
As they wildly romp and run,
Then lie down on a grassy hill
For a short nap in the sun.
Every hour, on the hour,
I jump lightly on my feet,
And hustle to the calving lot,
Another baby sure to greet.
I rub him down with a sack
And put him in a stall.
I wait to make sure he sucks
For I'm a rancher, after all.
Week two:
The weather, which was balmy,
Has now turned bitter cold.
I know it's only been two weeks
But this calving's getting old.
There's a calf out in the barn,
That simply will not suck,
While another's in the calving lot,
At the hips he's fastly stuck.
The vet is on his way again.
He knows the way by heart,
But they always said the first two weeks
Would be the hardest part.
Week three:
I've got another prolapse
And I tried to get it back.
Try to push ten pounds of Jello
Into a five-pound sack.
The vet had to come out again,
It went back, just like he said.
Everything was looking good,
But by now the cow was dead.
Week four:
It's snowing hard again tonight,
The wind chill's ten below.
I'm going to need a wrecking bar
To pry that calf up from the snow.
I pulled four calves today,
Since breakfast, which I never had.
I got knocked down by a cow.
She hurt me pretty bad.
Week five:
I over-slept again last night
And missed my shift by hours.
I guess there'll be two less calves
That won't up and die from scours!
I've got another head cold.
My knee is swelling bad.
This month of March has got to be
The worst month I've ever had.
Week six:
I'm so sick of calving;
I've never been so tired.
No sleep and too much coffee,
I've never been so wired.
I've been sleeping in my clothes
For over four days now.
My banker never mentioned this
When I bought this bunch of cows.
Don't know how real ranchers do it,
This calving has got me down.
Call the sale barn, woman;
These cows are going to town!