This past weekend, we preg-checked our cowherd, shuffling them through the working tub as the veterinarian administered his examinations, occasionally using ultrasound technology to better pinpoint their due dates.

The day went by smoothly as we missed out on the rain that followed that afternoon and only a handful of females were late or open. By most people’s standards, this would constitute as a good day, but for me, the day wasn’t so hot.

You see, of the handful of open cows, I own four of them. Now, this isn’t my first time having to sell cull cows that didn’t quite make the cut. It’s a fact of life and a harsh reality at times to let go of some of your most prized females. This year, however, hit really close to home. All four of these cows had great significance to me as they were all past show heifers, and I guess you could say that I’m kind of a sad girl.

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