Today we met with a local stock agent to discuss the best way to move on about half of our cattle.
Our lovely Angus/Hereford cross ladies who were wild and frightened when they came are now quiet and placid, have given us two delightful calves each and I know them individually.
Some of our older mid sized heifers who were born on our farm. I was there when they were born, and Lucy’s girls Poppy and Daisy are like her in so many ways.
And a group of last year’s babies who are only 9 months old. Bred to have the best temperaments, they know to wait at the gate at tea time.
We have limited feed left, the cattle at the other farm have to come home in 6 weeks, and the creek is only dribbling and not yet reached the hole we pump from. We’ve held on as long as we can but there’s been virtually no rain and frost has dried up the ground and burned off the grass. The dam’s are nearly dry and the water tanks are empty.
The stock agent was very kind and understanding and won’t tell me where my cows go. They might to go another farm as they’re in calf and looking magnificent. They might go straight to the abattoir to be processed. I can’t bear to think about it and have to let John take over and do the organising. My babies go on Thursday, my cows next Monday. I’m very sad but have run out of time and options.
Yes, a really tough day.