the vets called....19 yr old cow...just lost her calf and is on her way to slaughter. we will have to pay the farmer what she would make in slaughter fees which is fine with me, a couple of hundred dollars is cheap for a life. so we will welcome, i don't know what her name is, or what kind of cow she is, all i know is she is hopefully coming here soon and i am quite happy with that.
my oldest daughter had a talk with me...i bet i am starting to look old and tired again....she had some things to say about, slowing down and being realistic about saints probably not going where i want it to be.
i told her i wanted to build something that would last far beyond me. not just help a few hundred (or thousand) animals in my lifetime but something that would help all of the seniors out there to have better lives. i told her it made me sad to stand with my fingers and toes stuck in the holes of the dam and to know that when i pulled them out, it would be like they were never even there at all.
but she is right, i am 50 years old...there is a handful of us that are here for the right reasons and an army of others storming the gates..how much can a handful build before they just get too tired to carry on? i should have started this when i was 20, then i would have had a lifetime to build. but 10 or 15 years is not going to do it and at 20 i was too thoughtless to know what to do. sucks to get old and smarter and feel the time running out.
anyway, she made some valid points which i will think on after i get the new cow and settle her in....in the mean time i might start wearing make up so my daughters can't see the bags under my eyes.