A farm is different in the winter. Quiet falls all around. The big white flakes drop silently as steam rises in the freestall. The fields are still. The tops of cut-off cornstalks peek out under a tent of snow; the field mice and voles nestled down in the dead root systems to escape the winter cold. Hunkering down, watching out the window, staring into the quiet as a…
When Margaret cheered in the office the other day upon receiving the digital copy of her professional cow photo, I went back in my mind. I couldn’t help but think of my days of showing and that professional photo that still sits on my bookshelf. Pictures are now sent digitally, and they have fancier coloring and touch ups. The cow genetics have exponentially gotten better, but the excitement…
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