By Horace McQueen
Those talented folks who never have problems with their computers are to be admired. Mine has been down—dead and cold—for nearly two weeks. Between Andy at AB computer in Palestine, our son Dale and very helpful neighbor Michael Streetman, hopefully we can use the apparatus again. At least till the next lightning storm fries the system in whole or parts again.
A major concern of mine is the treatment of animals entrusted to our care. No matter the size, breed or temperament of the animal—if they need food, water or just a chance to be free of human bondage—it’s a call for help. As we drive the highways and byways of East Texas. It seems there are still some citizens who should never have any animal in their care. Two of these “cattlemen” are close by. Their cattle are flat starving. The poor mama cows can barely keep themselves alive on the sparse rations—that means sorry hay and little else—provided by the owner. And pity those cows with a calf at side. They are like mama--thin, ribs showing and hoping to survive another day.
The third set of cattle is owned by a family that knows nothing about raising or feeding livestock. Any hay they feed is doled out in bits and pieces—and probably is the sorriest hay around. I would be surprised if the calves from these three “ranches” weigh 300 pounds at eight months of age. But what can be done? In reality very little—except to say that if a “rancher” does not intend to treat his or her cattle with the care they are entitled to, load them up and send ‘em to the sale barn! You can bet your boots that the new owner will provide a better home than they had.