Letter to Dave

Spring of 2011 has been a lukewarm affair; it seems too timid to make
an
appearance and give notice to winter of its own death. The slow onset
of the spring reminds of a long wedding engagement; they both make me
question the sincerity of intent and intensity. I suspect you will
receive this letter against a background of snow and cold-not what
you’d expect on the week-end of Palm Sunday.

I know this is an old story around our home but we received another
stray cat last week. If there exists a map for cats then apparently
all of its trade routes cross at our farm. The reality of the
situation is that this little guy was dropped off without even his
front claws for protection. He desperately desires to once-again be a
house cat and stares through the window and tries to skirt in
whenever we open the door. I will never understand the human who
abandons a house pet in the wild with neither the skills nor the
tools to survive. I wish I could make people understand that this is a
cruel act. Former Marine drill instructor, R Lee Ermey, is oft quoted
as
saying he could teach anyone provided he could “get his hands on
them.” I think the next time I catch someone abandoning a pet along
our road we will have a remedial session right there on the gravel.

That said Dave, the new cat has been named in your honor. Dave is the
color of a Creamsicle and loves attention. I can even carry him
around the porch or let him sit on my lap. Dave has our heated
cat house to himself and is being fed some generic cat food we keep
for guests. We plan to bring him into the pound eventually however
his visits are intermittent and
so has kept himself outside of our schedule for repatriation. As
much as we’d like to let him into our
lives, we already have three in our own bunch and, unlike the
Brady’s, that is enough for
now.

This summer should be the most exciting ever out in the pasture. I
have a few new management practices that
should make our land an even better place to grow cattle. I drive
truck during the sugar beet harvest each fall and I spent any down
time in the truck reading books about grazing so I have a few new
ideas to try. Most of these techniques deal with forage testing or
time spent on pasture and cost little in time or money to implement
which makes me happy-I like quick and cheap. Anyway, “brix
refractometer” will soon become part of my daily language, more on
that later.

Dave, tell all hi and here’s wishes to all in Carrington, North
Dakota a beautiful spring. I also hope everyone’s sump pump is in
working condition.

You’re little bro

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