In my travels I have been on
lots of family farms where the whole family is involved in the work.
During calving season it is not uncommon for the “rancher” to allow his
wife to take the 10 p.m. heifer check.
It’s a practical decision
because she’s fixed supper, done the dishes, helped the kids with their
homework, got ‘em off to bed, returned the phone calls, is workin’ on
the books and she’s up... and away! And he’s been asleep in the
Barcalounger since 8:30 p.m. Of course, this obligates him to the 2 a.m.
heifer check. Which is also a practical decision, ‘cause if he’s over
50, he’s up anyway!
I wrote a poem about a rancher
who needs his wife’s help in the middle of the night. Many wives relate
to the story. Melody has her version. She said her favorite part in the
poem comes after he wakes her up and explains how easy it will be,
“It’ll only take a minute, you can leave your nighty on!”
Melody married Dusty with her
eyes wide open. They were both from a cattle family and students at
Dixie College. They were heading home on a break and had made
arrangements to stop by a neighbor’s calving lot while the neighbors
were at a Farm Bureau meeting up north. There was an abandoned cowboy
shack where they could spend the night. Though it was not furnished, it
had running water.
The young couple arrived in a
driving rain. Afoot, they pushed the handful of heifers into the calving
lot, sloshing through the mud, splashing through puddles, slashing,
slushing, sliding and slipping through the organic sea floor sludge.
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