No One Like Him

That little bull calf is so cute but he is so different from any other on the farm. He is almost speckled in his color pattern. There is not another calf like him, and likely never will be again. We have never had anything like him and probably couldn’t even breed the same way and get the same results. He is unique.

Most of our cattle have very similar markings and color patterns. Most are shades of red with white on the feet and goggles around their eyes. We have a few that are “painted” with more white or are lighter in their coloring. Husband always says if he had black cattle he would never be able to tell them all apart. These girls are known by name simply because they all are distinct and recognizable even though they all look similar. Each has a little something that tells who they are.

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Growing Deep Roots

We are now considered to be in an extreme drought. There are others in varying stages, but some have already reached the exceptional drought stage. Our area of Mississippi is now in the fifth driest August since 1895 with September stats about to be released. We did a little riding around this weekend to take a look at the pastures and noticed the extreme drought conditions and how they are taking a toll on the pastures.

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He’s There

sunflower at sunset as a reminder He's there

Well, it’s no surprise that hurricane season has started and we have had a tropical depression/ storm already! We aren’t quite sure how much rain we had during the storn, since the rain gauge was overflowing, but it was somewhere around 8-10 inches! There’s a lot of water!

We were doing a little looking around and checking on things and had to go across the pond. Of course, the pond is high and water is going through the spillway. To be honest, driving through the water made me nervous. The water was a bit high and it was moving pretty fast!

water is high and over the drive of the spillway; He's there in the flood

As husband went to drive across the spillway, I had him stop so I could take a picture. As always, that still small voice was speaking and this time I was listening.

“When you pass through the waters”

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