Man, we've had some bad luck the last couple days. It started yesterday while we were working cattle. We took Mud, a young bull, to tip his horns. You may remember him from a few posts back. He was helping Mojo in the fight with Tadpole. Anyhow, we ran him in the squeeze chute to tip his horns. He got down in the chute. Nothing major but something happened to his back end and he couldn't stand up. He scrambled a little to get out but never could get his back feet under him. We let him sit while we finished everything else. Still nothing. Left him in the pen overnight and checked on him today. Still nothing. He's on his way to the packers.
We had nominated him for a competition in 2011. Been paying his entry over this year. Now we have one less bill to pay.
Then the husband went out to feed this morning. One of our heifers had a calf. It was dead. The husband said it was early but the calf was fully developed. A good looking bull calf. Don't know what happened with it. The momma knew something was wrong cause she didn't mind the husband messin' with the baby. I told the husband nature has a way of taking care of things, something must have been wrong with it. But it's still hard to swallow when you just had to put another one down.
I hate when we have a run of bad luck. I hold my breath wondering what's gonna happen next. You know they say it comes in threes. The husband called me on his way to work, said a truck passed him and a rock flew up and cracked his windshield. I'm hoping that's the third.
Then I looked over at my daily scripture calendar and it read,
"Consider it pure joy...whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. James 1:2, 3."
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