Every morning my husband wakes up early to make a gourmet breakfast.
Not for me. It’s for the cattle in the feedlot.
A carefully formulated ration of ground corn, silage, distiller’s grains and ground hay get mixed up in the feed trucks for the eating pleasure of our bovine customers.
The cattle give it a 5-star rating.
We custom feed cattle for several customers through the winter. Most will soon go out to summer grass to continue growing. They are usually sold in the fall to feeders who feed them to a good weight for beef production. This is often called feeding “fat cattle” or “finishing”.
Until then, we’ll keep the bunk buffet open and the four-legged customers coming back for more.
Liz
1 Corinthians 10:31
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.
I’ll be honest. I’m not out at the farm every day. What I’m saying is, I’m unreliable help. But on Sunday afternoon the kids and I ran out to tag along. We fed our mama cows who are due to calve in a few weeks. They eat in the bunk and then mosey back out to the field to frolic and play.
Or maybe just graze and chew their cud. They are really pregnant. I remember being really pregnant. There was no frolicking happening.
We also fed some bred cows in another field and doctored a sick one. Poor thing. I am so grateful we have the resources to help our animals when they are sick.
The temperature was in the 50s and calmer. The wind has been howling so it was nice for a bit of a break. Especially since it snowed and dropped to subzero temps this week. Who let winter back in? I want a name.
So we soaked up the nice weather while it lasted. The kids played on the ground corn pile and I’ll leave you with this sage advice from Ella.
“Don’t get corn in your underwear.”
You’re welcome.
Liz
Isaiah 6:3
3 They were calling out to each other, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of Heaven’s Armies! The whole earth is filled with his glory!”
I’m starting all over. Trying to shake off the rust. Offering my perspective. A few years and another kiddo later, I’m looking forward to sharing my heart again.
If we haven’t met before, I’m Liz. A happy Christ-follower, farmer’s wife to Tyler, and mama of two kiddos, ages 6 and 3. We farm in SE Wyoming raising corn, pinto beans, malt barley and hay. We also have 200+ head of cows and a custom feeding operation. My life may be different than yours, but I promise we’re more alike than not.
Some of what I share might feel foreign. But I hope it’s mostly relatable. You might learn something new about a family farm, or maybe you’re out there doing the same thing in your part of the world. Maybe you’ve never stepped foot in a field in your life, but you know a sincere wife and mama when you see one. Whatever walk of life you come from, welcome!
Liz
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven: 2 a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
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