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Tonight was such a beautiful night with hardly any wind, so what better night to grill some homegrown burgers? We have a freezer full of homegrown beef! It is no nice to be able to grab the meat that we want for a meal with a few steps to the basement, plus we know that it helps meet our daily protein requirements!

Did you know a 3 oz. serving of cooked beef on average provides 51% of your daily protein needs?

When it comes to high-quality protein, beef is our families first choice! When I compared beef to plant based proteins I learned that 3 ounces of cooked beef has the same amount of protein as things such as quinoa and peanut butter with fewer calories.

When we got our last beef butchered we had the locker package patties into 1/3 lb. patties. We save the patties to throw on the grill frozen, but often times use our ground beef to make hamburgers.

Tonight I went with the patties for a quick alternative as we were crossing lots of other tasks off of the to do list like: cleaning cattle pens, putting bales in bale feeders, and baptizing a chicken. Yes, you read that right. Ellie asked me tonight why we don't baptize our animals, so she started with her chicken named, Moose!

Raising animals is not for the faint of heart, unfortunately there can be days like today that have us on bended knee and asking why.

I got a phone call on my way home from work that one of our cows had lost a set of twins. We had been taking bets on how many calves we thought she had inside of her because of her growing belly.

She had given us a set of twins a couple of years ago and we knew there was probably more than one calf inside of her based on her growing middle. Unfortunately, she wasn’t actually due until the end of May so these babies were born way too early, leaving us wondering why and what could have gone wrong.

So on a day like today I found myself on bended knee as I took the lifeless little bodies to the creek pasture to return them to the earth. I thanked the good Lord for giving us the opportunity to do our part, I asked for peace for their momma, and I asked for peace in our hearts as we struggle and wondered what we could have done differently.

Loss sucks, loss of life hurts us as producers, because there’s nothing better for us than seeing a live calf on the ground drinking from its mother and continuing the cycle of life. We work hard to take care of these animals in the cold, snow,  mud, and on the sunny days, too.

Second, it’s hard for the mama to understand. She is out of sorts and unsure of what is going on. As I watched her tonight, she just wasn’t her usual self.  She did get up and eat though which is a good sign that she is healthy.

Third, there is loss of income, in this case we lost two calves that would have grown to provide us with a paycheck and provide food for other families.

So tonight as I type this I keep reminding myself that this is nowhere near the tragedy that our friends to the west have been facing, but it is is a reminder that not all days on the farm are full of sunshine and roses.  

From the gravel road-


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