Northern Farmer

The day is coming to a close here, the calf working today went smooth, done in record time per head so I can’t complain about that at all. Labor payed out came out to a dollar and ten cents a head, darn good! It was sunny and nice so conditions were dry, not like some years where we’re trudging in the mud and other good stuff. I mentioned yesterday that one of my jobs is to make five hundred pound bull calves into steer calves, a job I’ve guarded for years,(not really), working on my knees in a squeezed down squeeze chute behind them kicking angus. Today once again I had generous amounts of material that looks somewhat similar to split pea soup blasted across my face and figured I had it made, no one would ever want this job and I’ll be able to hang on to my gravey work. Well, thirteen year old daughter Rachel somehow worked the old dad out of the way. I stand amazed! Future courter’s take note, this little gal can handle alot more than some mall runner. And this skill will probobly help insure a faithful husband.

For anyone wondering we do clean ourselves up after a job like that. Once everything is put back to normal even we cannot just keep working in that condition. Shower up and start fresh. Even as I type, clothes are being washed. I know a lot of citified folk probobly frown on talk like this but it is reality. And out in the country it’s just another day. I often wonder how many “modern” folk have the subject of manure at their supper table. We can talk a blue streak about it while eating away at the table. Or similar things. Sometimes if there’s company over someone in my family will give me a good swift kick under the table to shut me up just talking farming stuff like that. I didn’t notice the proper folk turning green while I was wolfing down my food, sharing wisdom. So what should I do, become proper and mannerly, well, I figure if Jesus and his disciples would have come by and seen me today with split pea soup on my face our Lord would have loved it. Some disciples might have been offended, but Jesus would have probobly even have lent a helping hand and got dirty too. You ever notice how he loved the common folk? The sinners. Well, that’s me. The manure covering is nothing compared to all the bad stuff inside. When a person reads the Bible it just shouts out how the Lord loves the common folk. Let the thinkers keep grinding the gears between their ears and “always” failing to figure out God. They never will. Let them figure out “rules” that they cannot even live by. Let the thinkers figure out “religion”. Good luck is all I can say to these folk. Come up with this and that, more rules that fit their personal situation, and call it good.

We’ll keep it simple like we were commanded by Jesus, like children. What a God! Keep it simple and love the Lord.

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