I will admit that I have been just a little bit grumpy lately, even through the advent of Christmas. The reason for not being my usual Mr. Sunshine was due to a prideful matter.
One of the measurements of a cow-calf producer’s management ability is the percentage of calves produced each year by the herd. 100% is the target, and I was one calf short of that goal. One last cow was weeks late and she didn’t look at all like she was in the family way.
Forget the dollars lost, I was, for this year, going to be banished from the 100% calf crop club when the bragging starts, or so I thought. For a herd check on Christmas morn revealed a Charolais babe lying in tall grass with mama nearby. It was maybe not a Christmas miracle, but it did make for a very nice present.