Smithson’s Dairy Farm was not thriving. Nothing seemed to be wrong. But milk production was down, and there were no new calves this year. Old Ronaldo loitered in the upper field, swishing his tail but apparently not feeling sociable.
“We’ll have to sell out,” Ed Smithson said. “We can‘t make it through another winter.” Ma teared up looking at her pet heifer, Julie.
Still, Ed called the vet. Doc checked out the herd, spending time in Ronaldo’s field. “I think he got into a bad weed,” Doc told Ed. “Fence off that northwest corner. But did you know Julie’s pregnant?”
“We’ll have to sell out,” Ed Smithson said. “We can‘t make it through another winter.” Ma teared up looking at her pet heifer, Julie.
Still, Ed called the vet. Doc checked out the herd, spending time in Ronaldo’s field. “I think he got into a bad weed,” Doc told Ed. “Fence off that northwest corner. But did you know Julie’s pregnant?”
