This is Bruce's heifer. We sold Bruce the heifer of his choice when he was about three. She was a year old or so. Last year was her first year to calve. She calved early in March and a few days later we went to check on her. On our way out to her we saw a coyote. By the grace of God, Jed actually shot it and killed it. We proceeded out to the heifer. We spotted the calf laying down. The heifer was nervous and kept walking back to him. The closer we got it was more evident that something was wrong. We found the calf dead, still warm, with raw flesh on his hind end. It was so sad. The heifer had blood on her nose from nudging the baby to get up. I kept my composure only because Bruce was in on the discovery, but it was difficult. He ended up buying a doogie from Papa Bim and Mama Lindy, so he would have something to sell in the fall. Which by the way, with God's many blessings, turned out to be the fastest gaining doogie we ever saw. So a full year later, Bruce's heifer gets another chance at raising a calf. I must mention Bruce took a diligent effort in praying that everything would be okay with his heifer and her baby. God is great.
Not sure how it happens this way, but it appears Clea's heifer, that would have been a first calf heifer this year, has lost her calf. We do not know why or how. So we are in the market for a doogie for her raise this year.
This is a picture of the Ambulance building Jed has been working on the past few months. It amazes me so much that I am married to the man who can build something like this. My "job" seems so insignificant compared to the his job. That's okay because he has to put up with me reminding him every day that he CAN do something like this and we STILL live in a 1973 double wide. 
Yes, those are my kiddos up in that death contraption. I was assured it was safe.
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