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Last night #12 had a little calf. She had him during one of the worst thunderstorms we’ve had in a while. The fields were already wet and three more inches of rain fell during the storms. We have flooding in all of our low-lying places, water standing in any place it can collect, and generally squishy footing everywhere else. With all this water, I think this little cutie should be named Noah. I just hope he gets to work on building that Ark because it looks like we are going to need it.
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Noah will be a keeper. He’s the son of Benjamin and #12. 12 is a baldy Angus that we’ve been keeping an eye on the last few months because she was BEYOND pregnant. In fact, here is the closest thing to a picture I have of her.
Well, without the guns. #12 was as wide as she was long with a very high body condition so it wasn’t all being pregnant. A lot of it was fat which means she’s thriving under our management system. Between Benjamin’s genetics, and hers, I think Noah will finish out to a really nice steer in a few years. That means come fall of 2016 we’ll have a really nice animal to sell, right when we hit our fall flush of grass to finish him on. Perfect.