How High's the Water Momma?
I went to do my pre-op bloodwork yesterday morning and the road to the hospital was nearly flooded out. For those who have never been to it, Bailey Medical in Owasso is on an old 2 lane farm road that is in desperate need of both repair and widening. About a half-mile from the hospital coming in from the west side, the road was half flooded and people had to go thru the area like it was a one-lane road.
As for where my parents are from, Liberty, the bottomlands and creeks are all flooded and dad had to move the cows up to higher grounds. Specially since most of them have 1-2 month old little whipper snappers who are VERY curious. Cattle are money, and for anyone who has had to pull a dead baby calf out of the water its NOT a fun experience. Luckily all are well though.
Gotta love those baby calfies. My dad raised Herefords and cross-bred them later on with Beefmasters. The most amazing sight was a Beefmaster bull weighing at least a ton with little bitty short legs make a vertical leap over a 5 wire barbed wire fence and easily clear it.
Hope all our friends are drying out in that area.
I've got that song echoing in my head now..Johnny Cash..
So you can probably understand why I get homesick to go home to the country and see them. Dad raised cattle and grew wheat, oats, rye and barley near the town of Reydon, which people don't usually know where it is.
I really miss the smell of a sweaty horse after a day of moving cattle. That's the first thing I'm getting when I retire and move home..a horse..as long as I can haul myslef up into the saddle again!
I didn't show calves, but my husband and his sisters did. We didn't have an FFA chapter until I was a senior, and girls couldn't join.