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The Last Cow in the Chute, from the Archives5

D. E. Larsen, DVM I stepped through the small gate into the crowding ally behind the chute. Ag swung the tailgate open, and I grabbed the tail of this large Charolais cross heifer with my right hand. I worked my gloved left hand into her rectum. There was enough squeeze on her that she couldContinue reading “The Last Cow in the Chute, from the Archives5”

The Meat Fork

D. E. Larsen, DVM “David, I want you to set the table tonight,” Mom said as I came through the door. My shoulders slumped. I had just finished my chores at the barn. The table setting was women’s work in my mind. “Where is Linda?” I asked. “She will be late tonight,” Mom said. “NowContinue reading “The Meat Fork”

Treating Blossom, From the Archives

D. E. Larsen, DVM “David, don’t move for a minute!” Mrs. Bishop said as she came at me with a pitchfork. Blossom, a Guernsey milk cow, was secured in her stanchion of the Bishop’s small barn. She supplied the Bishops and several neighbors with milk for most of the year. Today, her stall area wasContinue reading “Treating Blossom, From the Archives”