Life and Death on the Farm

Sometimes it's tough being a farmer. Life and death reside side by side on every animal farm. One day Elspeth was a happy, furry white heifer who loved carrots and back scratches. The next day the adorable 4-year-old Scottish Highlander was dead in a field.

Elspeth joined the farm in March of 2017. Her owners were moving from their farm in Virginia to a place in Kittery, Maine, that had no pasture for her. They reached out to me, and soon I had a paying guest. Even though Elspeth was small, she hit it off with the herd and befriended another smallish heifer named Winnie. They were inseparable, day and night.

Elspeth's horns grew longer and curved, perfectly matched, out to the side and up. Her horns and mud caused her demise. When sleeping, she must have rested one horn on the ground. The horn stuck in the mud so she could not get up. “A down cow is a dead cow,” is the old farmer saying. The sight of a helpless cow awakes something dark and primal in the other cattle, and they attack. I didn't find her in time to rescue her.

On a beef farm, death is an inevitable part of the equation. It’s always sad. But it’s much worse when it’s unexpected, painful and inflicted by usually gentle peers. Even though it’s an instinctive act, it feels like a betrayal as well as a tragedy.

The farm takes away, but it also gives. Two days later another 4-year-old, Star, gave birth during the night. Mother and daughter were standing at the holding-pen gate in the morning waiting to be let in.

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Carole Soule is co-owner of Miles Smith Farm, where she raises and sells pastured pork, lamb, eggs and grassfed beef. She can be reached at cas@milessmithfarm.com.