What a surprise I got one afternoon when I walked out of the house and seen one of our Holstein Cows on the roof of the hog house. She was standing there posed like a hood ornament. Years ago this type of buildings were very common on farms as most every farmer milked cows, had hogs, chickens and sheep. Small farms were versified to survive back then. Cows hoofs were not designed for climbing. How the cow jumped up there is a mystery and that’s the only time she ever did it.
Interesting as well is all the clutter of old boards lying around. After my folks bought the farm, it took years to get it all cleaned up. Most of it I guess was from the many old dilapidated buildings falling apart. When I was young I stepped on nails four times. My right foot still shows the affects of one nail. My mother thought I must of had a magnet in my foot.
On the back of the photo shows the year 1968, my sophomore year in high school. Two years later I began my career as a full time dedicated farmer and conservationist. I bought my first farm at the age of 21 and was married shortly after my 23rd birthday. We’re still here today living and farming in the Big Platte Valley.
Big Valley Longhorn Ranch 