It is found between the cows... milking, pulling a calf, scattering dry grass, baldeando the corral, or cleaning a huge jars. Sometimes you see them on the field, walking the paddocks, putting together an electric or uploaded to a tractor removing weeds or planting. Their wives help them, the smaller ones follow, the politicians, the confused, the food, the waiting, the rain, the wet, the mud clogging... but only the Sky can stop them.
I like sunny days, mateadas in the shade, a barbecue on the side of the sleeve, a day of a hard winter, or a good roast anywhere and at any day. Like good neighbors, on a Saturday night in the village, a neckerchief, and above all a good summer rain.
Don't like droughts or storms in the winter, neither sellers, nor the weeds, as well as do not like the cows that kick, to do work at home, partear calves twins and unless interrupted nap.
No one is as far away from the phone and so close to God. There's nothing like them for you to enjoy a good spring, the sweet milk at home, a good story or raising a calf. No one else that they carry in their pockets a clamp, a penknife, a wallet empty, a checkbook bent and a notebook to write the cows to dry and cows about to give birth. Without knowing it, a lot of people depend on them and they are the most faithful food producers that we know of. Men of big hands that work while the rest are asleep, and when they return to their homes in the evening, after having spent the energy of your dreams and desires, you can leave them as-new by announcing the magical phrase..."and raised the price of the milk!".
Text taken from the magazine The Dairy Producer N°6 February 1981. Director Ing.Agr. Mariano Mendizábal.
Photo taken by Mario De Pian, tambo La Cachila, Balcarce, Buenos Aires.