In this life, we must face a stark reality. With the beauty comes a regular dose of heartache.
Our cattle occasionally give us a dose of mortality.
Never is a death taken lightly here - especially when it comes with no explanation.
A bull calf - a promising one - with a gentle demeanour, who managed life well from the get-go, without a single mis-step....
A twin, whose mother manages twins brilliantly, was doing as well or better than most of his contemporaries.....
Weaning was seamless; halter-breaking seamless...
He came in and out of the barn all summer to escape the heat and get a little of our TLC for top-end cattle.
It was cool to imagine how he’d turn out because he had the look of a good herdsire - soggy, easy-doing, structurally sound, handsome headed, with a great phenotype.
But there he was, first thing this morning, flat out on his side, blanketed by a layer of frost. Not stranded. Not bloated. Didn’t cast himself in a hole. He ate well the day previous and showed no signs of ill health. He was perfectly happy in the evening and then dead this morning...leaving us in his wake - his wake of beautiful energy - grappling with how we all come and go here, and missing his presence. It’s a heartache and a disappointment which every tragic death brings us here - to our dance with Mother Nature....
The beauty and the damn “beast”.