Growing up with a dad who managed a large cattle feedlot, I learned early on that a change in weather could flip our family’s life upside down. The worst such occasion was a horrible ice storm that crippled southwest Kansas in late December 2006 and January 2007. My family had just gotten to Texas to visit my grandparents after Christmas when Dad got a phone call that the weather was getting a little western. So we turned around and sped the entire ten hours home, only pit stopping in Oklahoma City to buy a few electric generators.
We arrived back in Garden City to find the roads completely iced, powerlines and trees down, and snow and ice everywhere. Before it was all said and done, we ended up with three inches of rain, topped with over four inches of ice and some snow on top of that. To be frank, it was my dad’s (and every farmer or rancher’s) personal version of hell on earth.Over the course of the next few weeks, I rarely, if ever, saw my dad. He and the feedlot crew were working around the clock, 24/7. As you can see in these photos, machinery was constantly running to clear snow and slop out and dump sand in pens. The cattle still had to be fed, so alleys, roads, and bunks (what cattle eat out of) had to be shoveled and cleared so feed trucks could get the feed where it needed to go. On top of that, power was out so they ran the office and the mill off of generators for seven days.
The feedyard employees are using equipment to clear mud out
of the pens and haul in sand to keep the cattle comfortable.
At Garden City Feed Yard the goal always, and especially during those times, was to keep cattle comfortable and take the absolute best care of them as possible. That’s exactly what they did. Were they able to make the conditions ideal? Absolutely not. Were the cattle feeling like they were living in paradise? They sure weren’t. But how would the cattle have fared without their human caretakers? If they could, I’m sure that the cattle would have said “thank you” to the guys for caring about their wellbeing.There are no “snow days” when you are caring for other living creatures—these guys sacrificed time with their families, warmth, and often sleeping in their own beds to do their part. That’s just how it works in this industry. Putting your animals ahead of almost everything is simply a way of life. The next time I feel myself getting ready to complain about how much I despise how cold it is, I’m going to stop myself and remember how thankful I am that farmers and ranchers, like my dad, are toughing it out so that I can have something on my plate to eat. I hope you will remember that too.
Thanks for reading,