Monday, February 06, 2012
#32. or, Friday cattle auction
We sold our calves on Friday, the market is pretty hot right now and i think that we did quite well so that's a good thing that happened last week.
The auction mart is kind of a cool place. That is of course, if you can appreciate the subtle nuances of cow and wood shavings. You tend to run into a lot of your neighbours there. I'm pretty sure that just randomly stopping there to check on the price of cattle, while business prudent, might in fact be an excuse to catch up on what's going on in the community.
Because all of our cattle handling equipment was lost in the fire, i am now the proud owner of a spiffy new red cane, which happens to be my instrument of choice when dealing with cattle. Not to brag or anything, but i can wield a cane with the proficiency of a ninja or a jedi. That hook on the end works excellent for catching calves or snagging gates on the way past as i run up the alley, closing them as i go to prevent the cattle from running all the way back when they decide to turn. Some cattle farmers are whip people, some use electric stock prods, some used to patrol the hockey rinks late at night for Sher-woods and Titans, abandoned because of a broken blade. Which lost favour with the advent of the replaceable blade, but might be making a comeback with the development of the composite hockey stick. My medium is the cane, and i create masterpieces.
.................I haven't been feeling all that well in my stomach the last few days. A little queasy. I decided today that it might be from the smell currently hanging around our yard. Sort of a BBQ'd rubber boot marinated in used oil and diesel fuel smell. I can't wait until that's gone.