As I was driving into Billings on a chilly morning in early January, I saw a rancher chopping the ice at his roadside pond for his cows. Seeing that made me smile, as it reminded me of my dad. In the wintertime, it was the first and the last chore of his day. He didn’t have a large herd. He was able to feed them in the corrals; driving out to pastures wasn’t required. For several years, we also had Katy, our milk cow. Milking her for much of the winter was another twice-daily chore (of course until she got close to calving).
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