The day I always dread

When I can’t sleep I read blogs…..this one is especially moving.

Country Life and Death


You can see how quiet they are, this mob of weaner heifers and steers.  So quiet. These beautiful, quiet little animals. It’s more than likely they are all dead now.

On 30 June, the day before we left the farm for a long trip away, I walked among these 30 heifers and 21 steers who we were sending to market the following day.  Here’s what they did;  they gathered around me. It’s what I expected them to do but it brought tears to my eyes. They gathered around me and followed me wherever I went in the paddock.

For me, it’s never a good day when we sell cattle. I always dread it. It’s inevitable but it’s always hard.  I felt guilty that I was glad I wouldn’t be there the next day when they were trucked to Scone sale yards. I’d left instructions, as always, banning the use of…

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