I know everyone is wondering. How hard is the wind blowing in Hershey, Nebraska? Well, I’ll tell you. I just got in from tagging calves, and it’s tie your ear flaps down, blow your bag of sunflower seeds away windy. If that description is good enough and your stomach is weak, you can stop reading and just trust me. It’s breezy.
The rest of you brave souls are going to find out how dang hard it’s REALLY blowing. I knelt down on a calf, got him banded, vaccinated and iodine on his navel. Momma was supervising, eye to eye, but not overly aggressive. I was getting ready to tag the little bugger, and thought that it really wasn’t too bad, sitting down in the sunshine, back to the wind, cow not trying to kill me. I was just grabbing his ear when momma’s head shot up and she backed away. There was not a cloud in the sky, but out of nowhere, junior and I were drenched.
A cow was looking over her shoulder at me, not in an evil way, but with a look of relief. I know that a cow can drink about thirty gallons or so of water, but I have no idea what they expel. I do know that the wind is blowing hard enough to soak stockman and stock at a distance of approximately twenty feet when they do ‘expel’. Well, on the bright side, it’s not snowing and I had my back to her.
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