Bonnie had her calf yesterday. It was a heifer, and when I went out to check on them, the calf was dead. Bonnie's udder is very much compromised, and I do not intend to milk a cow twice a day anyhow. So I guess we'll be hauling her to the sale barn Tuesday. We'll be lucky if she brings $200. Some buyer for a big meat packing plant will be the only bidder, and she will go for ground beef. Most of the ground beef you buy in stores is from culled dairy cows.
Honestly, I wish we could have her butchered for ourselves. I'd rather eat her flesh than send her off to the cruelty of a big meat packing plant. But we just butchered Jody, and if we added more meat to our freezer, it wouldn't be consumed before 2015.
Lately I have had a hard time staying upbeat, which explains the sparcity of my blog entries.
The brightest spot in my life has been Baby Cora, who forces me to smile because she won't laugh until I smile.