A long time ago when I was a teenager I belonged to 4-H. It was an activity that I really enjoyed. The first club I belonged to was the Ponsford Panthers, they got too many members and some of us were siphoned off and began our own club called The Thrifty 39er’s. ( I have no idea how we came up with that name.)
One year I took photography as a project. Photography was an easy project, you had goals and filled out your project paperwork, took pictures and put them on a piece of tag board to display at the fair.
I took a number of photos in the pasture.
I was kinda close to the cattle with my Mom’s Brownie Flash Camera. Of course I could run faster back then..and our Mama cows were quite tame..except if you got too close to their calves.
1967 that was the year that I was a Sophomore in High School. We had a good crop of calves that year.
That was the summer I learned about persistence.
One of the bred heifers ( first time Mama) had a complicated birth. I think the calf was too big and died. The cow was a mess..the birth did something to her spinal cord or nerves…she couldn’t stand or walk on her own. We took her food and water and cleaned her area..she wasn’t in the pasture.. we moved her over by some piece of equipment where she would have some daytime shade in the farm yard. Every day sometimes twice a day my Mom would get out the tractor and we would hook up to the makeshift sling around the cow and lift her in the air until her feet touched the ground. Little by little she gained use of her legs, it wasn’t a pretty sight but she learned how to walk again..then I think she was shipped off. Back then it was bad enough to lose a calf..you didn’t want to lose a cow too.
I always liked to watch the calves in the pasture..they would kick up their heels and run like the wind..and then return to their Mamas. If they were gone for too long the Mamas would start bawling and the calves would usually come a running.
The old pasture January 14 2013.
The old pasture has changed over the years..it is primarily Oaks now..back in the 1960’s there were a number of pines in the pasture:)