As each of the grandkids were born, my Pap gave us a cow.
Now, I should probably clarify what exactly this means.
This does not mean that he gave us a cow as a pet and it was on a leash in our backyard and we went out and petted it anytime we wanted. Although that would have been pretty cool.
The cow was an investment of sorts. It stayed with the others of his, but anytime that particular cow had a calf and when that calf and the ones that came after it were sold at the stockyard, the money that calf generated went into a savings account marked with our name on it.
Some cows live for a really long time. My cousin, who will turn 22 this year, still has the cow our Pap gave her when she was born. For the past three years, we’ve been worried it might not make it much longer, but I’ll be damned if we don’t turn around and she’s pushing out a calf.
It’s a gift that keeps on giving, just in a cattle farmer’s way.
My uncle who took over the farm after my grandfather and great-uncle died decided to keep the tradition going when the Circus was born and gave her a cow as well. Well actually the first cow he gave her turned out to be a dud, so he switched them out and she’s none the wiser.
This is 21 and her first baby calf. We’re now up to three calves total. The Circus has even decided that when it’s time to work cattle, she will give her calves their shots. She did just that a few weeks ago. She fully considers herself an expert in the cattle department and is not afraid to tell you that either. She took an entire bag of items to her school for farm week to explain with models just exactly what all goes into it.
All the money that the Circus gets from her calves goes straight into an account earmarked for college that is literally named Corn and Cows. Besides the money from the calf sales, the money she makes on her sweet corn also goes into that account.
When my cousin was little, her dad (my uncle), grew her a patch of sweet corn every year and all the money from the sales of it went into her college account. The Circus managed to strike the same bargain. Grunt Labor and my uncle have planted an even bigger patch of corn this year than last year and come Friday, we are literally going to be over our heads in corn.
Hopefully that means her bank account will get a hefty deposit this corn season as well. 😉 She also came up with her own little jingle this year too, which you can see here.
So here’s to cows, corn, and paying for college.
May both the cows and cornfield always be fertile.
I hope your weekend is just as memorable as I’m sure ours is going to be.