So now, David is home for the week, foot less purplish, propped up and healing albeit painfully. We have all reassessed the importance of safety in the pasture. And even last night Sara and I got a good dose of hearty farm work in by pitchforking hay from the thankfully small section of pasture David had just cut before his accident, to the barn for winter.
Honestly, at times I am at odds with the demands of the livestock and the land. David LOVES the land, the work, and the livestock. The girls have grown up learning skills (putting up fences, clearing pastures, putting down seed for hay, running a tractor, shots for healthy cows, cutting calves for sale, putting out feed daily, etc) that are invaluable. So, in light of the scare on Sunday I prayed and considered our priorities. And I watched Monday as Sara, my niece Alyssa, Sophia, my sister-in-law Michelle and I moved cows from the waterless pasture (this is not my normal at all....I'm still learning here) under David's direction, to the area with a tank and was moved by the family teamwork. Then last night I saw Sara put herself to some hard work, non complaining, sure of what she was doing and stepping up to help. It is hard, there are ups and downs with cattle prices, feed cost, seed cost, and time invested but how special that we are in this together, learning as we go.