I have been in the process of picking the cows that need to be culled. To cull means to get rid of them, to sell them for slaughter. I know them individually, I keep the records, I brush their dentures, so I am the natural choice to pull the trigger. But I am not built for this job. This hard job. But I am doing it. Seven cows have already taken a trip down the road, but more will need to go.
This year our area has had a lot less rain. We might even call it a drought. And these conditions mean we have to make some hard decisions. It just doesn't make sense to keep the cows that take more feed, more care. To be profitable means that we need to sell them while they still have some worth.
I have gone to sleep at night seeing their faces in my mind's eye. How crazy. They are just cows, and yet they are cows in my care and that makes them my responsibility. I don't take it lightly.