Sounds like my best friend growing up. He showed horses and was the only one that took care of them. Came home from school one day, went to the barn to let them out, found out mom sold both horses while he was at schoolI do when I'm in public school and expected to take all the responsibility for it. She was a wonderful cow. I adored her. Shame, my father, took her to sale to cover his property taxes after siphoning all the money out of my savings account at the credit union wasn't enough to cover them on the property he ironically threw me off of. Of course he told me that she and her three-year-old heifer just mysteriously died that winter. Crawled into a brush pile and just gave up on life.He must think I'm as dumb as he was.
My grandmother kept immaculate records for all their cattle when they were in the APHA (American Polled Hereford Association). His Jersy mix (Jersey), had three bull calves the first three years they had her. Every one of them was "struck by lightning".
