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Last month, I attended the American Farm Bureau Convention. One of the break-out workshops I attended was on dealing with generational issues – the majority of us in the room were millennials.

Tag number 549. I made a mental note of the number and wrote it on the back of my hand when I made it back to the pickup and loaded the horse and dogs. It was mid-December.

I had been lazy. It had been two-and-a-half oil changes since I changed the fuel filter on my good old 2006 Dodge diesel pickup.

The barn needed to come down. It hadn’t been trusted to hold anything but memories in years, and the old sheep-hauling trucks inside went out of commission more than 20 years ago.

Last spring, I purchased 25 mixed-breed chicks from a hatchery that shipped via USPS. Feeling like I should be economical with my purchase, I bought the cheapest option. A “scratch and dent” straight-run group. I call them scratch and dent because they were the leftovers from other orders. I wanted a variety of breeds, and this got me that selection at an excellent price.

I was making my obligatory social media run-through a few days ago. As I scrolled down through the Facebook news feed, I came across a post from a friend of mine in southwestern Montana. One of her favorite old horses had moved on to the other side – not just the other side of the creek or the other side of the fence but the final “other side” of that veil that’s so thin yet so impenetrable.