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Breeding season has a way of sneaking up on you. One minute you’re finishing up calving, and the next you’re turning bulls out or timing when to inseminate and hoping everything lines up the way it should. It’s a busy time, but it may also be the most important few weeks of the entire year.
As AI tools rapidly expand, the advantage will belong to those who make informed, deliberate decisions and use AI as a tool instead of putting it in the driver’s seat.
There is not much in the world prettier than the cold morning sun hitting untouched snow. I’m not much of a skier or snowmobiler, but the sheer beauty of the glitter of a million diamonds under a late sunrise is impossible to deny, even for the most begrudging of winter enthusiasts.
It was a dreary April day this past spring in western Wisconsin. I spent the afternoon driving back from a cattle event, heading right to another community commitment I had that evening. That’s where I got the dreaded text, “Looks like 048 is calving.”
Cattle people are the same, no matter where you’re from, and you can always rely on finding a friend, new or old, when you find a gathering of “your people” – in this case, cattle folks.
Export-wise, Canada is a bigger player. The country shipped 560,000 MT of beef and veal to other countries in 2024, which means 43% of its beef and veal production is sent elsewhere. Only Australia (74%) exports more of its domestic production to trade partners. The U.S. sends 32% of its 12.2 million MT to international trade.
What can we say about the first round of Donald Trump’s chaotic effort to kick-start a trade war between Canada and the U.S.? Let’s just jump to the end and say wiser heads prevailed.
It was early in the afternoon at the tail end of calving season when my dad mercifully showed up at school to pull me out of my grade 11 history class. I remember thinking what a gorgeous day it was. An unseasonably warm stretch had melted most of the snow, the grass was starting to green up and, though I wasn’t sure, I thought I may have caught a snatch of meadowlark song.
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