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Buck and the Colt

D. E. Larsen, DVM Buck was resting under the giant oak tree on the corner of his barnyard. He was chewing on the remains of the trimmings from the horses’ hooves that he had gathered yesterday when Dale, the farrier, had visited his farm. This was a perfect June morning with bright sunshine and aContinue reading “Buck and the Colt”

A Stone for his Mantle

D. E. Larsen, DVM Urinary stones in beef cattle in the Willamette Valley were uncommon, meaning that I would see a case once or maybe twice a year at the most. Often going several years between cases. I do not recall ever seeing more than one case on any one ranch. With that in mind,Continue reading “A Stone for his Mantle”

Hallowed Ground

D. E. Larsen, DVM We hurried across the cow bridge at the upper end of Uncle Dutch’s farm. We were in a hurry because we planned to hunt up to the Bartlett farm this afternoon. This would require us to cross Catching Creek one more time, and that crossing would have no bridge. Don MillerContinue reading “Hallowed Ground”