She came to us with no ear tag. Just a sticker number on her back.
My son bestowed her with the name of ‘Caramel.’
There’s nothing wrong with naming a cow after your favorite ice cream topping, right?
We don’t know much about Caramel, only that someone put her in a trailer and shipped her to the auction. There she went through the ring and was sold to the highest bidder, which just happened to be us. She was then loaded onto my dad’s trailer and he brought her to the farm.
Talk about having a long day.
Imagine leaving home in the morning not knowing where you were going and by supper finding yourself in a new place. A new herd.
There are some of us who are born and are buried in the same place. We spend our entire lives in one place. Dairy cows aren’t much different. Once in a while, however, some of us may leave home. We see the world and leave traces of our journey through the friends we meet and the people we impress.
Some of us return home.
Some of us join new herds and find new barns.
No matter what the circumstance, I believe people come into each others’ lives for a reason. Whether they stay for the long haul or a short while, the impact of knowing them is priceless.
Here on the farm, cows aren’t much different. Some come, some go, some travel and some never leave.
Welcome to the farm.