Today’s the day when calving season effectively ends and my house hopefully stops smelling like afterbirth and cow manure.
The standing rule is: If cows haven’t had calves by March 1, they’re sent down the road.
It’s not that they’re bad cows; they just don’t fall in the breeding schedule anymore and must be culled.
At least one of the cows got the memo and a new calf was waiting this morning, much to Squidget’s delight.
About a dozen cows, though, are being sold.
And I can breathe easier, literally.
Since calving season has begun my house has been turned into a barnyard, thanks to muck boots covered in manure and straw and coveralls coated in birth slime.
Other than branding, which comes with a stench all its own, today should be the last stinky one for a while, I think, so all the barn clothes and boot bins are going through the wash — several times.