Not always romantic.
Life on a ranch can seem pretty romantic.
A tall, dark, handsome man on a horse driving the herd to the next pasture.
Soft moo's from cattle grazing lush green grass.
But the truth is, while we live a great lifestyle, most days aren't exactly romantic.
There are days you spend hours in a barn trying to nurse a sick calf back to health - only to lose it.
When the rain or snow pelts your face & soaks your clothes as you try to feed cows in a 30 mph wind.
When angry mother cows won't follow a calf, stay in a pen or go through the chute.
Or when you don't get into the house to eat dinner until 9 pm and have to go right back out to do a night check.
And if I'm being really honest, most of our days are filled with muck, manure and mud.
God bless our washing machines.
So why do we keep doing it?
(And I use the term 'we' very loosely here...)
Are we all crazy?
But I guess it's because we love the lifestyle and we're surrounded by great people.
Also - people need to eat.
This week I read that to feed the world, in the next 50 years farmers and ranchers will have to produce as much food as was produced in total over the last 10,000 years.
That kind of blew my socks off.
If I know myself at all - I'll need a reminder as to why we stay in this game here in a few weeks.
Calving is about to start, and that means long days and not a lot of sleep.
And while I'm being honest, I can get grumpy when I don't get enough sleep.
So while it may not be romantic, and it's not always the 'fun' thing to do;
I think we'll keep on doing it.
And my hunch is that we're probably not the only ones 'crazy' enough to keep doing what we do.
So bring on the mud, the muck and the romance.
And the new baby calves.
As the saying goes, we can sleep when we're dead.
Remind me of that in a month or so, will you?