|(Photo Credit: Karen Curry)|
|(Curry Farm milking parlor. Photo Credit: Karen Curry)|
|(Photo Credit; Karen Curry)|
|(Photo Credit: Karen Curry)|
- I would like to thank Mark and Karen Curry for taking the time to share their farm story.
"Our current farm is owned by my husband and I, it was established by his parents in 1978. We milk 200 cows including dry cows, altogether on the farm we have over 400 head from calves to cows. Agriculture is a way of life for my family. It is my passion to take care of my animals and produce the best quality milk that is high in butterfat and proteins. Agriculture feeds the world and I love being a part of that, and being a girl makes it that much better because I can show that not only guys are farmers.
Sometimes I struggle with being too attached to my animals. This is a hard part of the industry for me because people might not understand our passion for what we do and claim that we don't take care of our animals. Our animals are treated better than we treat ourselves most of the time. I work with my girls 24/7 and they all have their own personalities. When it comes time to cull my herd it is very hard for me to do.
*To cull within your herd means selling an animal. Farmers have different reasons for culling depending on how they operate their business.
I feel like a bad mom.
Maybe you feel this way too.
Perhaps you've thought, where in the hell did summer go? One minute I was rejoicing the last day of school and the memories that we were going to make and then life happened. Now, the kids are back to school, I'm still struggling to get a grip on life and I feel like I've let something special slip between my fingers.
For me it was this farm. This stupid "24/7 business that I have no control over and I'm loosing more than I'm gaining" farm. These cows who took more of my energy, more of my sweat and time than my kids. This place that isn't fun anymore....
Because, right now; I don't feel like I'm creating a future I feel like I'm losing the present.
I wanted to take my kids to the bay last weekend. It was the last weekend before school started and it was beautiful weather. I wanted to get ice cream, put my toes in the sand and listen to the waves. I wanted to breath.
Here though, the farm come first. The hay was cut, and the relief milker couldn't make it in, and the kids spent the weekend with grandparents. The farmer and I worked here. Angry with ourselves, angry at the situation, and angry with the farm. And while I was here being grouchy I began to realize I did no "adventures" with my kids this summer. Yes, we spent time together. Together in the tractor, truck, and barn. But that wasn't what I'd had in mind back in June.
I'm not sure where the lesson in this lies. I know how people say growing up on the farm is the best experience for kids; but I can understand why some farm kids grow up and leave the farm. Parents aren't perfect and I will learn from this feeling.