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February on our farm, means calving time’s arrived We’ve got the barn ready, it resembles a huge bee hive The cow palace is open, the pens they are in place The straw is spread out evenly, it’s like a calving race Conversation in our house is about the action in the barn Consideration is taken so no one comes to any harm Everything we talk about and everything we say Revolves around the cows and calves each and every day We speculate on what we’ll have more heifers or more bulls Will each delivery be easy, no breeches and no pulls We get up in the dark of the night and trudge out in the snow To make sure all is going well and were kept in the know We’ve had some incidents over the years to that we can attest And by the end of calving, Lord you know we need a rest We’ve had twins, breeches, cesareans, but for sure without a doubt The strangest calf we’ve ever had the vet called inside out We keep good records of who had what, even the time of day Once they’re dry, weighed and tagged we let them out to play We speculate on which steers will make it to the shows Which heifers we will keep and which ones have to go I realize what my job description at calving time must be I don’t need special training or equipment, I can just be me If a cow gets ornery, leaves her calf and tries to run him down The rancher’s takes his wife with him to be his rodeo clown If you ask a true blue rancher, he says that cattle are his life But he knows he couldn’t do it all without his true blue wife

Donna Beamish Jarvie, Alberta



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