Building A Bridge

written by

Drausin Wulsin

posted on

October 29, 2020

This morning we woke up to find ourselves in the bridge-building business.

Calves born over the past six weeks have to cross this stream to join their mothers, who have moved on to the next green pasture. Yesterday the stream was a trickle and most of the group navigated its way across this ribbon of silver. But seven of them found it too confounding, and are still on the far side.

So, this morning I installed this bridgelet of planks, blocks, and straw. Last year we did the same, and stragglers finally found their way across. But we hadn't had 2.5 inches of rain overnight, as we did last night, and the bridge was not so long. If this design doesn't entice them across, we may have to bring a load of gravel in to build up terra firma and make the bridge both wider and shorter. 

Life on a farm with 2,000 animals is a constantly unfolding adventure. One never knows what business one will wake up to in the morning.






While we wrestle with rising waters and wary calves, the sheep move on and hogs wonder what the fuss is about.




We are also building a bridge to your enhanced culinary welfare, by introducing a new product - Aztec Taco Meat! This is ground beef and ground pork, mixed with taco seasoning and Susan's signature bone broth, white wine, cilantro, and lime. It is pre-cooked and easy to heat and serve, and amazingly flavorful. Great for both young and older. The 1-lb. portion serves four easily. 

Below are tacos before toppings and after. Toppings included guacamole, shredded cheese, tomato salsa, cilantro, lime, and sour cream.







May new bridges being built create connection for all, particularly for stranded calves!

The rainbow below offers hope for new bridges.

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