We sold the calves a few weeks ago. It is always a relief when this time of year comes, since funds seem to be stretched to the limit. The annual calf cheque! I must say that I have come a long way since the day Jeff asked me on our first official date to a cattle auction in Pincher Creek. Now I can usually tell when our calves come into the ring, I can vaguely understand the auctioneer and I can kind of tell whether other calves being sold look better, worse or as good as ours. I must say this year as I went I felt a sort of comraderie with the whole ranching community. I felt the adrenaline rush at the bidding, I almost had the desire to get on a horse again and really embrace the whole culture of it all. Who knows? I got on the hay rake and baler this year. Maybe I'll make the jump to becoming a real cowgirl one of these days! In the meantime, I'm sure Jeff is relieved I am not quite so naive about cattle prices, farm expenses and ranching in general. I guess you'll know I'm truly there if I happen to swagger by in a pair of Wrangler jeans and boots. Until then, I 'll keep on wanna bein'!
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