Calving Miss Daisy

If you’re a rancher, hang around cattlemen, or buy beef at the grocery store, you know how high cattle prices are right now. It’s simple supply-and-demand economics—not enough cows in the nation’s herd to supply enough calves to meet demand. Good quality cows and heifers, always a rancher’s most essential asset, are now living, breathing, mooing treasure troves.

Before our good cow, Maizie, left us, she blessed us with Daisy Mae, who was unusually skittish and feisty as a calf but gradually tamed down. Maizie hailed from several generations of outstanding mamas who were great milkers, so we were particularly thankful for Daisy Mae. The latter inherited her Danny Boy sire’s “easy fleshing ability” and gained so much weight this year that I feared she was carrying an entire litter of calves.

 

My fears were unfounded, and little Amazing Grace slid onto this ranch on Monday--sans siblings. (Hubby got pulled over for speeding on his way to the blessed event but talked his way out of a ticket.) Daisy Mae is the ideal cow: calm and cooperative when we assisted with delivery, very attentive to her calf but not threatening us when we come near, great udder. Gracie was hip-hopping and bucking by the time she was two hours old, and she’s as friendly as a puppy.

 

Princess, who has yet to present us with a heifer, is on deck; we’re hoping that she’ll do as well as Daisy Mae did!

"What's this?"

 "She's beautiful, and she's mine, so be careful!"

“Ang God is able to make all grace abound to you….” 2 CORINTHIANS 9:8