Traveling at night, the headlights were bright
And we'd been up many an hour
And all through my brain
Came the refrain
Of home and it's warming fire
And Home
Sings me of sweet things
My life there has it's own wings
To fly over the mountains
Though I'm standing still
-Home by Bonnie Raitt
Dear Reader,
For much of my life, my dad would rise at midnight, two, four, and six in the morning to check the cows when they were calving.
He would walk outside in the dark, with his coveralls on, a flashlight in his hand, through brutal Montana winter conditions to get to the barn.
When he arrived, sometimes it was an easy delivery he helped with, other times it became an emergency situation where the calf needed to be “pulled” with chains.
One thing I’m pretty sure. It was never easy.
At that time, grizzly bear populations hadn’t grown to where they are at now, so he…
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