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Hay You!

My musings about being pregnant and feeding a herd of hungry pregnant heifers in wind, ice  and blowing snow of a Kansas winter storm.

March 2000-Old man winter was in the process of dropping a half a foot of snow on our little ranch.  I had not felt much like going outside anyway because my stomach was in knots just because that's how it is when I'm pregnant. 

Just the day before, I could remember lifting those 80 pound bales of alfalfa hay onto the four wheeler and placing them in the hay feeder for the girls.  Well, the girls were giving me a hard time yesterday, chewing on the hay before I could even get the twine off the bales or getting it into the feeder.  Heifer #102 was always first to the food, so I named her "Miss Piggy".   I was ankle deep in cow manure and mud as that's just how Kansas is in March...either it's muddy or it's frozen.  There is no happy medium.  I even lost my mud boots a time or two it was so sticky and deep.

So as a winter storm blew itself in from the Rockies, I was off again to feed the cows as Carl was out of town on business.  I bundled up as best I could, my pregnant belly poking out of my insulated coveralls.  The wind burned at my face and chapped my lips.  My lungs hurt as I breathed in the cold winter air.  And my stomach churned as it does when I'm pregnant.

Despite the misery I felt after being green all day, I thought about how miserable these pregnant cows, sisters in motherhood of a different sort, would suffer if I wasn't getting them fed.  So out went the grain and the alfalfa and brome bales.  Oh well...the ground was frozen and I wasn't losing my mud boots in the muck surrounding the hay feeder today.  That, and feeling my little one moving within me for the first time, was the bright spot in my day.